Tyler Tian Huang | 黄泰勒田 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
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[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]
Only a fool would believe a mother is always caring and kind. He quickly retorts, clear bitterness in his movements.
But by your gods, boy, I did not say I told them nothing, merely I did not force any decisions in which they used my teachings for. Are you incapable of comprehending my words, or are you merely letting your fury blind you? Now his brow is pinched with annoyance, his expression a scowl.
You are awful presumptuous about aught you understand not, and by your account are you saying that mortals are less capable than one such as I? For it certainly sounds as if you are the one putting me upon a pedestal, not I. If they cannot handle such knowledge, such wisdom, then you are fully admitting to the gulf between us that you and yours were so set in denying existed but half a moon ago.
Which is it, then? Am I your superior in such a way, or are we the same? For it cannot be both. Nevertheless, this has never been a game to me, this has ever been direly serious, but perhaps that is something else you believe beyond your mortal comprehension!
But by your gods, boy, I did not say I told them nothing, merely I did not force any decisions in which they used my teachings for. Are you incapable of comprehending my words, or are you merely letting your fury blind you? Now his brow is pinched with annoyance, his expression a scowl.
You are awful presumptuous about aught you understand not, and by your account are you saying that mortals are less capable than one such as I? For it certainly sounds as if you are the one putting me upon a pedestal, not I. If they cannot handle such knowledge, such wisdom, then you are fully admitting to the gulf between us that you and yours were so set in denying existed but half a moon ago.
Which is it, then? Am I your superior in such a way, or are we the same? For it cannot be both. Nevertheless, this has never been a game to me, this has ever been direly serious, but perhaps that is something else you believe beyond your mortal comprehension!
It's hardly my fault that every time I try and create an argument, you counter it with new information I couldn't possibly have fucking known! How can I help but make presumptions when you don't tell me anything except to prove me wrong?!
His hands are whip-fast and hard-edged in his fury, almost too much for Solus to follow in his learning state. Isis is still watching Tyler, but her little form displays open concern.
You have these billions of years of knowledge and you use it exclusively to fuck with people! You don't tell people how to use your gifts, you don't tell anyone here about yourself so you can use it to lord over them, you don't even consider doing anything on any terms less than your own regardless of the impact it has on other people! You curate everything you do so carefully, just to make sure that nobody thinks anything could ever be your fault, even when your action leads directly to people's deaths!
If I had ever considered that you might be so close to being a - oh, this isn't a sign Tyler's ever used, nor put in his dictionary, a L shape swept up into a half-closed fist at his forehead - that you actually fucking set off my PTSD do you think I ever would have accepted your offer to play nice and act civil?!
His hands are whip-fast and hard-edged in his fury, almost too much for Solus to follow in his learning state. Isis is still watching Tyler, but her little form displays open concern.
You have these billions of years of knowledge and you use it exclusively to fuck with people! You don't tell people how to use your gifts, you don't tell anyone here about yourself so you can use it to lord over them, you don't even consider doing anything on any terms less than your own regardless of the impact it has on other people! You curate everything you do so carefully, just to make sure that nobody thinks anything could ever be your fault, even when your action leads directly to people's deaths!
If I had ever considered that you might be so close to being a - oh, this isn't a sign Tyler's ever used, nor put in his dictionary, a L shape swept up into a half-closed fist at his forehead - that you actually fucking set off my PTSD do you think I ever would have accepted your offer to play nice and act civil?!
Again he waits patiently as Tyler says his piece, his eyes keen on the movements, and he misses some of it, but enough to get...a general idea. Regardless, it's fully clear to him that Tyler is beyond distressed, and maybe he'd care more if Tyler wasn't just assuming his motives behind his actions. Wasn't just assuming the worst of everything he's doing.
That unfamiliar sign he does acts more like a censor for whatever he was trying to say, and it leaves him squinting at Tyler in scrutiny. Of course, there's the context clues for what it might mean, so he's not utterly lost there. After a moment, he lets out a measured breath, then smiles calmly at him, his hands losing the edge to them they had before. Clearly, he's trying to deescalate the tension.
You are free to believe whatever you wish about my motives, but believing and knowing are very different things. If you desire to name me a fiend, there is little I can do to dissuade you from your course, this much I realize.
However, I do not speak of myself merely because people do not ask. If one were to ask the right questions, I would be right glad to answer them. When you had asked about me before, did I not answer you in earnest? Did I not share with you intimate information, and in kind you shared your own with me?
He shrugs at that, his hands splayed out at his sides to emphasize the gesture.
If you wish to know about me, about my motives, all you must needs do is ask. Shrewd questions will receive shrewd answers. But if you wish to continue upon this erroneous path of assumption, there is little and less I can do to stop you.
That unfamiliar sign he does acts more like a censor for whatever he was trying to say, and it leaves him squinting at Tyler in scrutiny. Of course, there's the context clues for what it might mean, so he's not utterly lost there. After a moment, he lets out a measured breath, then smiles calmly at him, his hands losing the edge to them they had before. Clearly, he's trying to deescalate the tension.
You are free to believe whatever you wish about my motives, but believing and knowing are very different things. If you desire to name me a fiend, there is little I can do to dissuade you from your course, this much I realize.
However, I do not speak of myself merely because people do not ask. If one were to ask the right questions, I would be right glad to answer them. When you had asked about me before, did I not answer you in earnest? Did I not share with you intimate information, and in kind you shared your own with me?
He shrugs at that, his hands splayed out at his sides to emphasize the gesture.
If you wish to know about me, about my motives, all you must needs do is ask. Shrewd questions will receive shrewd answers. But if you wish to continue upon this erroneous path of assumption, there is little and less I can do to stop you.
Amazingly, the calm smile does nothing to de-escalate Tyler's emotions. It gets the opposite result, in fact, as patches of angry blush burn high on his cheeks. He can feel his heartbeat drumming against his ears so hard it almost hurts, his wrists ache from the tension he's been holding himself under, and he can feel Isis's tiny claws trying to dig through his shirt into his shoulder; as Solus talks she bunts under his chin and nuzzles against him, and it's only then he really notices the genuine worry she's eking into the back of his mind.
It doesn't calm him down, but it does help focus his frantic, wild emotions, just a little.
When Solus stops talking, Tyler has very little to say.
No. I'm done. Leave me alone.
And he turns and leaves the conversation. He's fully expecting Solus to keep his word and not touch him - but he wants him to, just so he has an excuse to punch that fucking insane bastard hard enough to break his smug fucking nose.
It doesn't calm him down, but it does help focus his frantic, wild emotions, just a little.
When Solus stops talking, Tyler has very little to say.
No. I'm done. Leave me alone.
And he turns and leaves the conversation. He's fully expecting Solus to keep his word and not touch him - but he wants him to, just so he has an excuse to punch that fucking insane bastard hard enough to break his smug fucking nose.
What do you think of this?
[The video is Lust, in dance leggings and a sports bra, going through one of the dance routines she's worked up for the club she's recently been hired for. It's highly sensual and acrobatic and appears to be filmed in Lust's living room. Sometimes a evolved Eevee wanders through the frame behind her.]
[There's no other context.]
[The video is Lust, in dance leggings and a sports bra, going through one of the dance routines she's worked up for the club she's recently been hired for. It's highly sensual and acrobatic and appears to be filmed in Lust's living room. Sometimes a evolved Eevee wanders through the frame behind her.]
[There's no other context.]
[Well he certainly recognises the person in the video; and he also knows that she's in a very happy relationship, at least from word of mouth.]
You're slipping a little during some of your leg locks.
Although I'm not sure I was the person you intended to send this to.
You're slipping a little during some of your leg locks.
Although I'm not sure I was the person you intended to send this to.
Oh for god's sake...
I've been trying to send this to my employer for the last hour. If I did private functions, it would be fantastic viral marketing.
But thank you for the commentary anyhow.
I've been trying to send this to my employer for the last hour. If I did private functions, it would be fantastic viral marketing.
But thank you for the commentary anyhow.
I can still make sure Lydia gets it, this is Tyler.
[That guy who Lydia keeps around for some reason, who's frequently covered in hickies.]
At least you're not the only person suffering through this. One poor kid accidentally revealed that she has a crush on her best friend.
[That guy who Lydia keeps around for some reason, who's frequently covered in hickies.]
At least you're not the only person suffering through this. One poor kid accidentally revealed that she has a crush on her best friend.
The closest I've gotten so far. Thank you.
These things happen now and again. Some small part of life goes mad.
I suppose we should just all be careful what we record or write on our gears.
These things happen now and again. Some small part of life goes mad.
I suppose we should just all be careful what we record or write on our gears.
I'm glad that I've already developed a habit of keeping personal information off it.
[He's glad he's only been doing actual business stuff and not Rocket business stuff.]
I imagine it probably won't last long, anyway, I get the impression these weird things never do.
[He's glad he's only been doing actual business stuff and not Rocket business stuff.]
I imagine it probably won't last long, anyway, I get the impression these weird things never do.
Holding up his palms in surrender, Solus considers pursuing him for a fleeting moment. Yet he decides against it. Mainly because he had not see Tyler quite this angry before. Unsettled, disturbed, uncomfortable sure, but not like this. Ill could his body take another beating, and Estinien had long since left. Moreover, it might not be Tyler he truly needs to be wary of, but that wretched bird.
So Tyler finds himself free to leave, finds that Solus does indeed keep true to his word. There is far more to lose than gain should he go against it now. There he remains till Tyler is out of sight, and with a dismissing sigh, he then takes to his cane and heads off to get back to his work.
So Tyler finds himself free to leave, finds that Solus does indeed keep true to his word. There is far more to lose than gain should he go against it now. There he remains till Tyler is out of sight, and with a dismissing sigh, he then takes to his cane and heads off to get back to his work.
I would consider any private correspondence to be personal.
No, these sort of things don't often last longer than a week at the most, sometimes only a day or two. So many creatures about that can bend so many forces and energies, it's bound to happen.
No, these sort of things don't often last longer than a week at the most, sometimes only a day or two. So many creatures about that can bend so many forces and energies, it's bound to happen.
I have to say, I'm rather curious how many people you've sent that video to now.
I feel like there's probably a few people that might riot if it lasts longer than a couple of days.
I feel like there's probably a few people that might riot if it lasts longer than a couple of days.
It's fine.
[It's what it is.]
Solus caught me that morning, so I was a bit out of sorts for the rest of the day.
[So, earlier than Steven. And of course downplaying how badly it actually went.]
[It's what it is.]
Solus caught me that morning, so I was a bit out of sorts for the rest of the day.
[So, earlier than Steven. And of course downplaying how badly it actually went.]
Oh Jesus, yeah, you would be. Shit.
[There's about half-a-minute's pause before Steven types,]
So. How do you feel about going down to Azalea by way of Violet with me? I talked with the higher-ups about a project I wanted to do there and they agreed I could, so I'll be going to interview Old Kurt about the whole Slowpoke Well Incident from some years before we came here and when I get back I'll edit them into a segment the Tower is going to air. You could get your warp there--hell, you could even challenge Bugsy if you wanted, since I probably will--and I can fill you in on more details on the way down.
And, you know, that way you can get used to me when I'm *not* in the middle of a four month internal scream.
[There's about half-a-minute's pause before Steven types,]
So. How do you feel about going down to Azalea by way of Violet with me? I talked with the higher-ups about a project I wanted to do there and they agreed I could, so I'll be going to interview Old Kurt about the whole Slowpoke Well Incident from some years before we came here and when I get back I'll edit them into a segment the Tower is going to air. You could get your warp there--hell, you could even challenge Bugsy if you wanted, since I probably will--and I can fill you in on more details on the way down.
And, you know, that way you can get used to me when I'm *not* in the middle of a four month internal scream.
Thankfully not very many. I'd hate to have to change the routine entirely because everyone's seen it already.
I'm sure it won't go on terribly long.
Of course one never knows.
I'm sure it won't go on terribly long.
Of course one never knows.
You know what, sure. All the paperwork's done on my end for the bar, I could use a break from Goldenrod for a bit.
You haven't been to Violet yet though, have you? Do you need me to help lead the way?
You haven't been to Violet yet though, have you? Do you need me to help lead the way?
That would be nice, actually. It would certainly cut flying time in half--it seems to take me twice as long whenever it's not anywhere I've been before.
I figure we can leave early on Saturday? Or even Friday, I guess, since it's for a job for the newsroom.
Oh and I'll have a surprise for you too.
I figure we can leave early on Saturday? Or even Friday, I guess, since it's for a job for the newsroom.
Oh and I'll have a surprise for you too.
[Text, some day whenever the fuck that trip happens since I'm a lying liar who lies]
wonderland_vogue
2020-06-11 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
[It's only been like a day and guess who's already sending him photo attachments that right now are at least clothed. If not in her normal practice wear for the club and totally showing off the stupid flexibility shit.]
Thought you could use some amusement since I'm sure you're going to deal with a stupid bitch whining about having to sext his boyfriend.
Thought you could use some amusement since I'm sure you're going to deal with a stupid bitch whining about having to sext his boyfriend.
Please, he already started when we were halfway there. [Sometimes it's fun being petty, sue him. Even if it was more along the lines of discussing sleeping arrangements so he wouldn't interrupt Tyler's sleep during.] I just ignore him when he does, honestly. Though don't take that to mean I don't appreciate the photos.
I'm hardly surprised.
I mean, I have more of them if you want them. I'm bored as shit out here, I've already done more than enough practicing to where it's not really all that necessary until after I've performed the damn thing.
I mean, I have more of them if you want them. I'm bored as shit out here, I've already done more than enough practicing to where it's not really all that necessary until after I've performed the damn thing.
Are you asking to trade photos or are you just having fun taking sexy selfies?
I mean, I wouldn't say no. Though I'd imagine it being more difficult out there.
It is fun, though.
It is fun, though.
I should have expected it, really. My particular brand of Changeling is known for being a pack of cynical, spiteful bastards, so really it's on me for trying not to play into that stereotype that got me fucked over.
[A minute or so later, then, she gets a selfie back from Tyler. Isis is sitting on the second pillow next to him, clearly snuggled in for a nap: Tyler himself is in a singlet and casually half-buttoned shirt, unzipped slacks, lying on the bed with tousled, freshly-showered hair. He looks tired, but they did do like ten hours of flying.]
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