[If she likes: important to turn it back on her. It's obvious, even to Matthias, as a clumsy tactic. But so what? He could tell Derrica anything and everything, probably. That's why he told her first. That's why he goes to her room and knocks at her door. Even if he doesn't want to see anyone, he still won't be sorry to see Derrica.]
[ And Derrica had clearly tried to prepare for Matthias somewhat, clearing off a few places for him to sit if he cared to. The drape of scarves and tunics and what might have been a shawl obscure one chair entirely, and her satchel had been leaned against the end of the bed, her boots abandoned a few steps away. Sat on the bed with one leg tucked under her, Derrica does have a few sheets of paper but they look more like reports than gift lists. ]
Come sit. I'm trying to decide where to start.
[ With gifts, or with prodding Matthias to try and discern how he was feeling? Anyone's guess. ]
[Matthias obeys readily enough. He cranes his neck a little so he can peer at the papers before her, trying to get a look at them in advance of giving help.]
I reckon gifts're going to be more difficult this year, 'cause I got everyone things last year, and thinking of more things... Well, maybe not. I can think of loads of things now that I've said that.
[He leans one hand on the bed, committing his weight to it so he can kick his boots off--one, then the other.]
[The Commander. Matthias sucks his teeth with a little wince-- directed at himself, not at Derrica.]
Oh, shit. I hadn't even thought of him. I take it back, [as he kicks his boots aside and hops up onto the bed,] it's going to be bloody hell picking out gifts.
[She gets a little grin as he climbs up to sit on the bed, letting one leg hang off the bed and tucking the other one under him.]
And you're only saying that to me 'cause I'm here. S'ppose it was a good gift. I hate the cold.
That's not bad. I dunno anything about drawing, so I might pick out crap, but if I went to a nice enough shop I reckon they wouldn't even have crap to be picked out, right?
[He rubs his thumb against a wrinkle on the blanket that he'd bunched up a bit by crawling onto it.]
D'you think we'll all still be here, come Satinalia?
We can go to the shop together, [ Derrica volunteers, as she considers the weightier question. She shifts, leaning back with a sigh to lounge on one elbow. ] But I don't know.
[ Though she knows there's already murmurs of parties and celebration, who can say whether some disaster will happen that requires half of them to travel away from the Gallows? ]
It would be nice if we were. I'd like to celebrate with everyone instead of camping somewhere miserable.
You never know, we might be camping somewhere nice.
[He gives her a kind of half-smile.]
Only joking. We never camp anywhere nice. I s'ppose we're not meant to be enjoying it, so it makes sense. I dunno. I never cared much about Satinalia before. Then it was like, a novelty, y'know? 'Cause I hadn't cared. But now... I dunno. I'm going to enjoy it, still. 'Course I will. Just feels--like it ends.
[ The urge to placate him with immediate reassurances rises. Derrica is silent for a moment instead, watching him, before reaching out to take his hand and lace their fingers together. ]
Nothing's certain, [ she agrees. ] But just because we leave doesn't mean we won't come back. Or that you'll never see any of us again. Going away doesn't mean we'll have to lose sight of each other.
[He doesn't shy away from the handholding, or pull away from it. It gives him somewhere to look besides, instead of only at the blanket and the top of the bed.]
I think I got comfortable. And I shouldn't have. Only it felt good, so... I tricked myself. But I'll know better now. And you're right, probably, if people do leave--that's all right.
[ Dionisia is very present in her thoughts for a moment, so much so that Derrica struggles to draw a breath. Her grip tightens gently on Matthias' hand. ]
I know what you mean. [ Softly. ] But you can't isolate yourself, Matthias. You shouldn't keep yourself from calling some place home.
I don't think a place can be home until the war is over.
[ Not Corypheus. She's been reminded many times that the mages hadn't won anything, merely been interrupted in their pursuit. She turns Matthias' hand over in her own, gaze dropping to his palm. ]
But people can make you feel the way a home does. As long as we don't lose sight of each other, then it's just as good as four walls and a roof.
You're my home, [ Derrica tells him, because Matthias is. He's not the only one, but that doesn't diminish the truth of it for Derrica. ] And if you want to come with me when everything's said and done, you can.
[ Not that Derrica knows where she's going. The idea of settling is still so distant from her, as improbable as Kostos described. ]
It hurts to say. She'd made this same offer to Laura. Would Derrica see her again to reiterate it? ]
Here, let me see this hand, [ she says, drawing Matthias' palm towards her, into her lap. ] Did I ever tell you I learned a little about how to read palms?
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[If she likes: important to turn it back on her. It's obvious, even to Matthias, as a clumsy tactic. But so what? He could tell Derrica anything and everything, probably. That's why he told her first. That's why he goes to her room and knocks at her door. Even if he doesn't want to see anyone, he still won't be sorry to see Derrica.]
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[ And Derrica had clearly tried to prepare for Matthias somewhat, clearing off a few places for him to sit if he cared to. The drape of scarves and tunics and what might have been a shawl obscure one chair entirely, and her satchel had been leaned against the end of the bed, her boots abandoned a few steps away. Sat on the bed with one leg tucked under her, Derrica does have a few sheets of paper but they look more like reports than gift lists. ]
Come sit. I'm trying to decide where to start.
[ With gifts, or with prodding Matthias to try and discern how he was feeling? Anyone's guess. ]
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I reckon gifts're going to be more difficult this year, 'cause I got everyone things last year, and thinking of more things... Well, maybe not. I can think of loads of things now that I've said that.
[He leans one hand on the bed, committing his weight to it so he can kick his boots off--one, then the other.]
What've you got so far?
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[ Derrica sweeps a few of the papers aside, lifts up a list with one looping line of script. ]
A bottle of Antivan rum for the Commander.
[ A safe bet, right? She grins a little, looking at him before tacking on— ]
You know, the rabbit-fur socks you gave me probably kept me from freezing off a few toes when we went into the mountains.
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Oh, shit. I hadn't even thought of him. I take it back, [as he kicks his boots aside and hops up onto the bed,] it's going to be bloody hell picking out gifts.
[She gets a little grin as he climbs up to sit on the bed, letting one leg hang off the bed and tucking the other one under him.]
And you're only saying that to me 'cause I'm here. S'ppose it was a good gift. I hate the cold.
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You can't set Commander Flint as a standard. He's impossible, but I got him liquor last year and he didn't seem to hate it.
[ He hadn't returned it, so. ]
Who else do you think is going to be so difficult?
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Umm. Well, Enchanter Leander. Definitely. Dunno if I can do liquor.
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[ A considering pause, while Derrica almost thinks to ask: Are your lessons with him going well?
But instead, she turns over a sheet of paper and marks Leander's name there. ]
He likes to draw. You could get him some charcoals, or a new sketchbook. He'd like that.
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[He rubs his thumb against a wrinkle on the blanket that he'd bunched up a bit by crawling onto it.]
D'you think we'll all still be here, come Satinalia?
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[ Though she knows there's already murmurs of parties and celebration, who can say whether some disaster will happen that requires half of them to travel away from the Gallows? ]
It would be nice if we were. I'd like to celebrate with everyone instead of camping somewhere miserable.
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[He gives her a kind of half-smile.]
Only joking. We never camp anywhere nice. I s'ppose we're not meant to be enjoying it, so it makes sense. I dunno. I never cared much about Satinalia before. Then it was like, a novelty, y'know? 'Cause I hadn't cared. But now... I dunno. I'm going to enjoy it, still. 'Course I will. Just feels--like it ends.
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[ A little prompting, Derrica's eyebrows raising slightly. ]
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Yeah. Riftwatch, I mean. Eventually. And people will go off and leave anyways. I might. It feels less certain, is all. All of it.
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Nothing's certain, [ she agrees. ] But just because we leave doesn't mean we won't come back. Or that you'll never see any of us again. Going away doesn't mean we'll have to lose sight of each other.
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[He doesn't shy away from the handholding, or pull away from it. It gives him somewhere to look besides, instead of only at the blanket and the top of the bed.]
I think I got comfortable. And I shouldn't have. Only it felt good, so... I tricked myself. But I'll know better now. And you're right, probably, if people do leave--that's all right.
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[ But she understands the sentiment. She's felt it before herself. ]
You didn't trick yourself. You care about people here. [ About one person who was here. ] That's a good thing.
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[He gestures with his other hand. Riftwatch, not just this room, or just the Gallows.]
I like it. I like being here, with you, and being friends, but-- You know what I mean. They all die. Or they go away, and that's as good as.
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I know what you mean. [ Softly. ] But you can't isolate yourself, Matthias. You shouldn't keep yourself from calling some place home.
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When the war ends, I'll leave anyways. It won't be home. Maybe someday I'll have that, but--I don't think this is it.
Do you think it is? Home?
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[ Not Corypheus. She's been reminded many times that the mages hadn't won anything, merely been interrupted in their pursuit. She turns Matthias' hand over in her own, gaze dropping to his palm. ]
But people can make you feel the way a home does. As long as we don't lose sight of each other, then it's just as good as four walls and a roof.
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Maybe. Yeah. [With his free hand, he traps his shirtsleeve and scrubs it over his face.] Maybe. At least for a bit.
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[ Not that Derrica knows where she's going. The idea of settling is still so distant from her, as improbable as Kostos described. ]
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And we go off and see what happens next, together? Yeah. I reckon that sounds all right.
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It hurts to say. She'd made this same offer to Laura. Would Derrica see her again to reiterate it? ]
Here, let me see this hand, [ she says, drawing Matthias' palm towards her, into her lap. ] Did I ever tell you I learned a little about how to read palms?
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You didn't tell me. At the Circle or somewhere else?
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