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xp_logsA conversation between Medusa and Blackager. Yes, that’s right a conversation. Don’t worry, he doesn’t actually speak, so everyone is still alive and all the buildings are still standing.
Medusa was storming through the castle; well, to be honest, she wished that she was truly storming through the castle. Instead, she was walking at a swift, but ladylike, pace as she seethed at the news from her mother, searching all the rooms where Blackager was usually found at this time of day. She finally discovered him, but there were other people with him, so she politely waited until they had finished talking. “We need to talk,” she said and signed at the same time, as was her habit when speaking to him.
He merely looked at her in that way he had, the slightest shift of eyebrow and furrow of brow giving his meaning clear to those who had the skill to know him. He lifted one hand to give her an encouraging gesture, urging her to speak.
“Mother wants me to go to America, to study at Columbia and look after Crystal,” she told him, her hands trembling slightly. “I told her that I needed to be here, but I could not convince her alone that this is a foolish idea.”
He quirked an eyebrow, a cue to keep talking. His expression was a study in neutrality, giving nothing away. Finally his fingers flickered in sign, quick and to the point as always. ~Does she need looking-after?~ he asked her.
“Yes and no. Crystal has a good head on her shoulders, but I believe the adjustment has been more difficult than she anticipated. Some of things she has to say about the school are surprising, but I had trusted our parents judgment to send her there.” She shook her head slightly. “Of course, I am here telling you that I do not trust their judgment to do the same with me.” But I have no new power to learn.
He gave her a _look_ at that, a look of reproach, of disapproval. ~Attilan is isolated.~ he signed after a moment. ~Provincial. You - and she - would do well to study abroad, to learn their ways.~
Shock flashed over Medusa’s face before she quickly composed herself. She had seen that look often, but never directed at her. “But I have been off the island. I have learned the ways of other cultures.” She reached out, setting her hand gently on his arm. “I need to be here more than I need to be elsewhere.”
He looked up at her, taking the luxury of letting his fingers wind through some of her long red tresses. ~And what of Crystal?~ he signed at her, following it with a slightly tightened expression.
She bowed her head. Part of her wanted to say that Crystal was just fine, but that phone call had caused a seed of doubt about the school to be planted in her mind. “I do not know,” she said, her words soft. “The world outside of Attilan is still new to her, I know, but she will adjust, I am sure of it.” And I have a duty to stay by your side. To remain in Attilan.
Black Bolt spent several moments deep in thought, pondering what he'd been told, reaching a decision. He was not a man given to not being careful in all his dealings. ~You will go.~ he said. ~To watch over her, to be there for Crystal as she learns of the world beyond our shores.~ he signed. ~I would know more of this school she attends, the measure of its faculty and students.~
Blackager was one of the few people Medusa looked up to – literally and figuratively - and his words had more influence on her than anyone else. “If you truly think it is best, then I shall go.” She did not allow her voice to waver, no matter the pain that was spreading through her as she accepted the decision.
Blackager let his expression soften into as caring a face as he was capable of wearing. ~It is only for a short time.~ he signed to her. ~It will be difficult for all of us.~
Squaring her shoulders, Medusa nodded, her face calm despite the emotions churning within her. She would miss her family and Attilan, but she would miss the man in front of her most of all. “It is only a year,” she said out loud, more for her own ears than his. And nothing would stop her from visiting frequently. “I should go make arrangements for my belongings.”
Blackager nodded once, then in a rare display of public affection took her hand and kissed the back of it. What he couldn't say he let show forth in his eyes. Then he let her hand drop and settled himself back onto his chair, to look off out the grand window to the rooftops and skies of his beloved Attilan.
Medusa was storming through the castle; well, to be honest, she wished that she was truly storming through the castle. Instead, she was walking at a swift, but ladylike, pace as she seethed at the news from her mother, searching all the rooms where Blackager was usually found at this time of day. She finally discovered him, but there were other people with him, so she politely waited until they had finished talking. “We need to talk,” she said and signed at the same time, as was her habit when speaking to him.
He merely looked at her in that way he had, the slightest shift of eyebrow and furrow of brow giving his meaning clear to those who had the skill to know him. He lifted one hand to give her an encouraging gesture, urging her to speak.
“Mother wants me to go to America, to study at Columbia and look after Crystal,” she told him, her hands trembling slightly. “I told her that I needed to be here, but I could not convince her alone that this is a foolish idea.”
He quirked an eyebrow, a cue to keep talking. His expression was a study in neutrality, giving nothing away. Finally his fingers flickered in sign, quick and to the point as always. ~Does she need looking-after?~ he asked her.
“Yes and no. Crystal has a good head on her shoulders, but I believe the adjustment has been more difficult than she anticipated. Some of things she has to say about the school are surprising, but I had trusted our parents judgment to send her there.” She shook her head slightly. “Of course, I am here telling you that I do not trust their judgment to do the same with me.” But I have no new power to learn.
He gave her a _look_ at that, a look of reproach, of disapproval. ~Attilan is isolated.~ he signed after a moment. ~Provincial. You - and she - would do well to study abroad, to learn their ways.~
Shock flashed over Medusa’s face before she quickly composed herself. She had seen that look often, but never directed at her. “But I have been off the island. I have learned the ways of other cultures.” She reached out, setting her hand gently on his arm. “I need to be here more than I need to be elsewhere.”
He looked up at her, taking the luxury of letting his fingers wind through some of her long red tresses. ~And what of Crystal?~ he signed at her, following it with a slightly tightened expression.
She bowed her head. Part of her wanted to say that Crystal was just fine, but that phone call had caused a seed of doubt about the school to be planted in her mind. “I do not know,” she said, her words soft. “The world outside of Attilan is still new to her, I know, but she will adjust, I am sure of it.” And I have a duty to stay by your side. To remain in Attilan.
Black Bolt spent several moments deep in thought, pondering what he'd been told, reaching a decision. He was not a man given to not being careful in all his dealings. ~You will go.~ he said. ~To watch over her, to be there for Crystal as she learns of the world beyond our shores.~ he signed. ~I would know more of this school she attends, the measure of its faculty and students.~
Blackager was one of the few people Medusa looked up to – literally and figuratively - and his words had more influence on her than anyone else. “If you truly think it is best, then I shall go.” She did not allow her voice to waver, no matter the pain that was spreading through her as she accepted the decision.
Blackager let his expression soften into as caring a face as he was capable of wearing. ~It is only for a short time.~ he signed to her. ~It will be difficult for all of us.~
Squaring her shoulders, Medusa nodded, her face calm despite the emotions churning within her. She would miss her family and Attilan, but she would miss the man in front of her most of all. “It is only a year,” she said out loud, more for her own ears than his. And nothing would stop her from visiting frequently. “I should go make arrangements for my belongings.”
Blackager nodded once, then in a rare display of public affection took her hand and kissed the back of it. What he couldn't say he let show forth in his eyes. Then he let her hand drop and settled himself back onto his chair, to look off out the grand window to the rooftops and skies of his beloved Attilan.
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