[The text is written multiple times, deleted, and rewritten, until she can't even remember what she's nixed for saying and what she hasn't. Finally, she spits it out as best as she can--Brutal and short, as blunt as her feelings regarding the issue are complex.]
If you want me to get involved in you and your fuckbuddy's weird ass powerplays at least have the maker-damned courtesy to tell me.
I'm willing to handle you having actual issues with other people not bickering hatesex.
[Another text is sent a few seconds after the first.]
I assure you I have no idea what is going on. Cassandra is beyond my ken. Please tell me she didn't come to you to complain about me after what we did.
No. I went to the Inquisitor when she threatened me. She was angry about that and I explained that if our situations were reversed, I would expect her to go to you.
[She can't help but scowl. She doesn't really care Cassandra came to her, but she had to get mad about something. Something she could actually complain about.]
Well, I guess she felt the situation had been reversed, or whatever. Although it seems pretty moot, since it seems the two of you worked it out.
[More frown town. How is she supposed to respond to that? Her knee jerk reaction is to hide any signs of weakness--and this petty, ugly feeling in her definitely qualifies--and go on the defensive. The front she puts up is a well worn hat. No weaknesses here.]
You can fuck whoever you want Nathaniel. It's not my business. I just don't want to be involved--and you know I don't mind what you and Anders are doing, that's different.
[Its tempting to snap out, 'I would never do that.' It's tempting to tell him, 'No, you're right, it bothers me that you'd go to some douchebag like her first.' And of course, threatening to beat people who has bothered Nate was always tempting. But there were too many conflicting emotions.]
Didn't know that's what you're into but whatever. Have fun or something. Not my business.
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Date: 2015-05-10 06:08 am (UTC)From:If you want me to get involved in you and your fuckbuddy's weird ass powerplays at least have the maker-damned courtesy to tell me.
I'm willing to handle you having actual issues with other people not bickering hatesex.
[Another text is sent a few seconds after the first.]
...Not Anders obvs.
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Date: 2015-05-10 05:54 pm (UTC)From:Re: [text]
Date: 2015-05-10 06:01 pm (UTC)From:Well, I guess she felt the situation had been reversed, or whatever. Although it seems pretty moot, since it seems the two of you worked it out.
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Date: 2015-05-10 06:36 pm (UTC)From:Is this about me sleeping with her before sleeping with you? You know why it's different.
You're not angry about me sleeping with Anders first, are you?
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Date: 2015-05-10 06:58 pm (UTC)From:You can fuck whoever you want Nathaniel. It's not my business. I just don't want to be involved--and you know I don't mind what you and Anders are doing, that's different.
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Date: 2015-05-10 07:04 pm (UTC)From:I shouldn't put anything past her, I suppose
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Date: 2015-05-10 07:12 pm (UTC)From:Didn't know that's what you're into but whatever. Have fun or something. Not my business.
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Date: 2015-05-10 07:21 pm (UTC)From:If you see her again, sock her in the jaw.
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Date: 2015-05-10 07:25 pm (UTC)From:Whatever.
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Date: 2015-05-10 07:26 pm (UTC)From:Goodbye, Revas.
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Date: 2015-05-10 07:28 pm (UTC)From: