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 does lose a certain-- resonance.

[ also: coherence. ]

Still, a little imagination covers a multitude of sins.

Among other things.

[ see also: subtlety. ]

Not always. I would have at least figured you'd try for a dress. Perhaps one made of the bed sheets?

A little too much, even for me.

[ but he sounds regretful there lbr ]

[ oh neal honey ]

Only in private? [ that's not nearly as mocking as it could be. ] I'm not entirely sure you have the correct figure.

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I don't know, with the right padding?

[ he's seriously assessing his drag potential here. ]

I think I could pull it off.

[ not the weirdest thing she's ever done, tbqh. ]

Breast-wise perhaps. Make up would be able to make your face acceptable, but your hips might require a bit more padding than is strictly normal.

I could just have slim hips.

You could, but that's hardly fitting for Ms. O'Hara. I'd suggest a corset, but I'm not entirely sure it'll do too much good for you.

Have you slept, darling?

Not a bit. You?

...and I could pull a corset off. That I have proof of.

[ it's a long story okay. ]

Define sleep.

[ and maybe that's telling all by itself. ]

Now, Neal, you can't just start a story like that and not finish. It sounds too interesting to be tossed aside.

I thought as much.

[ ain't nobody sleeping, irene. ]

It's not as salacious as that— I had an alias who did period reenactments. [ a shrug. ] When in Rome.

[ please he loved it. ]

And you can hardly tell.

[ that's totally mocking you right now neal. sorry not sorry. ]

Do as the Romans do and make sure they know you enjoy it. [ there are worst things to do lbr here. ] Which period, darling. Or was it actually the antebellum south.

Everyone's a critic.

[ he loevs u irene ]

The second one— Levi Jeffries, native Kentuckian.

Only when you make it far too easy to let us be.

[ she loevs u too. ]

Who in his spare time liked to dress up as a brave boy in grey. Or a woman in her petticoats with smelling salts.

The first one, it wasn't that kind of cover.

[ lol geddit ]

He played polo, too.

So the corset just happened to be put on at some point for kicks during that aliases use.

[ dear god why. ]

I do so hope you mean the kind that one has to ride a horse to play.

Some of the officers wore light corsets into battle, that wasn't Levi's particular indulgence.

[ that would have been whiskey and other dudes, helpful for conning closeted businessmen. it's a living. ]

I never liked water polo very much.

Oh no, he had other indulgences that never could be called vices.

[ it's a living irene can get behind, lbr here. ]

It has merits as far as seeing individuals wet but beyond that, I never entirely understood the allure myself.

He was a good ol' boy, of course not.

[ irene you get him. ]

I always thought it seemed more like volleyball than polo, and I never liked volleyball either.

You'd be surprised about the good ol' boys, sweetheart. The stories some of them can tell alone.

[ when does she not. ]

I can understand the allure to release aggression in volleyball's case. Occasionally it's deeply satisfying to wreck someone's nose with a ball. Or so I hear.

Oh, I know.

[ smugly he's awful. ]

Swimming. I'd go try to tire myself out with that, but... [ he shrugs. too tired to go make himself more tired, p much. ]

[ there shouldn't be any amusement right now, but there totally is. they're the worst, txt it. ]

I could come by, darling.

I wouldn't be very good company, I don't think.

[ not a no. ]

I've had much worse company.

[ that's basically saying say yes. ]

As long as you don't mind if I don't get up when you get here.

[ ie yes. ]

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