ataraxion | ( 15 ) video ♧ let us sing like the doves then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof

[ here's the thing: sleep deprivation makes idle whims seem like fantastic ideas-- and neal's not full up on self-control as it is, so two weeks of barely any sleep just raises great idea to best idea on his personal scale.

as such he's leaning against the wall behind his bed, pupils slightly blown. what is an intro he can't even. ]

Not we, my dear, you. I'm leaving you here.

You're what? Rhett, where are you going?

I'm going, my dear, to join the army.

[ his posture changes between; other than a few flat vowels slipping in as rhett, pushing for the accent seems a little too much and posture is good enough to convey the suggestion of gender, if you're careful. ]

Oh, you're joking. I could kill you for scaring me so.

I'm very serious, Scarlett. I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.

But they're running away.

Oh, no, they'll turn and make a last stand, if I know anything about them. And when they do, I'll be with them. I'm a little late, but better late than--

[ it's tricky to overlap your own voice, and his grimaces a little and shrugs as if apologizing for the lack of actual interruption in the scene. ( sleep deprivation or pretentiousness: the world may never know. ) ]

Rhett, you must be joking.

Selfish to the end, aren't you? Thinking of your own precious hide with never a thought for the noble cause. [ he yawns widely, skipping scarlett's line in the process. ] Why? Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they're really lost. Or maybe, maybe I'm ashamed of myself. Who knows?

[ he pauses, body language returning abruptly to his usual. ] I missed something, there. Anyway-- [ and back to the show. ]

You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless.

You, helpless? Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you. Now climb down here. I want to say goodbye.

[ that makes him pause, one that extends out into another jaw-cracking yawn and neal slumps down even more, almost prone now. ]

There's more, but it's really better with someone else.

[ and he's out. ]

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[it's kind of obvious what he is doing but the thing is that she can't exactly place where it's from] Is that from a movie?

Not you too? You're breaking my heart, Sarah.

It's Gone with the Wind, by the way.

Sorry— [she never really had a normal life which is why most movies or things that even chuck references go right over her head. she just frowns at that for second] I never really got the chance to watch too many movies to know where it was from.

It's all right-- I'll survive the disappointment. [ a little gentler there. ] It's one of the classic romances. Boy and girl meet, sparks fly, and they spend the rest of the Civil War and reconstruction circling around each other while she marries other men.

[ caffrey that's not as romantic as you think it is. ]

How is it romantic if she is marrying other men?

They eventually marry each other.

[ then he leaves her dumbass ]

Eventually, right. So it works all works out in the end?

Not... quite.

[ with some reluctance ]

He leaves her.

That makes it sound the opposite of romantic.

A friend of mine likes to say if you want a happy ending, it just depends on where you stop the story.

That's an interesting saying even if life doesn't always work out that way. [which she figures probably applies to what he was saying about the movie. she knows that well enough with some of the things she's had to go through even while growing up]

No, it always does— that's the point. Every story is a happy one, if you stop telling it while it's still happy.

It's when you keep going that problems crop up.

I guess I just never really thought about it that way before. [but she doesn't entirely believe it either]

To be fair, neither did my friend— it's a Welles lines, Moz likes to crib from the greats.

Is that something he does a lot?

The quoting? Only constantly, yeah.

[ said with great affectionate and eyerolling. ]

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