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[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You wanted to talk to me?

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[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

Is that surprising?

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You never can tell when a boy's attention might wander to another girl, sugar.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Hand to his heart.] I would never....

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

That's what they all say, darling, and yet here I am. Alone. Condemned to spinsterhood.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

Now that I find hard to believe.

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Well, I do try to bear up under the strain.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

You want to talk about it?

Placeholder before I run to class for This Conversation Should Happen.

[loworhighest.livejournal.com]

I did. [] I do.

Oh dear. This Conversation. Placeholder before I go to bed, then.

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[That...tone. Didn't bode well. Locking the door also didn't really bode well, but Isobel's good at both her roles and manages an easy smile before perching on the edge of a chair.] Well then, sugar. Here I am.

[loworhighest.livejournal.com]

[]

Might be a long one.

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Her face doesn't reveal anything as she flips open the folder and sees...herself, as Silk Spectre, but the fact that she stares down at it so long before looking up, and the fact that her expression is so blank when she finally meets his eyes again is something of a tell in itself. Should she...no. No, she knows that look.]

You'd better go ahead and ask me.

[pairofaces.livejournal.com]

How long?

[]

How long were you going to lie to us about this?

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes flicker, but she just lifts her chin and meets his stare steadily.]

I had to keep it a secret. For my protection, but mostly for yours.

[She looks away for a moment, and then her eyes cut back.] The more people that know, the more dangerous it is. The more likely it is that someone would use you to get to me, and I wouldn't be able to stand that, Darren. My parents and Uncle Adrian know.

[And Johnny, the street fiddler, but she trusted him, and she didn't think he'd be in nearly as much danger as the scions of the Eicheln fortune.]

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

Is that surprising?

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You never can tell when a boy's attention might wander to another girl, sugar.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Hand to his heart.] I would never....

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

That's what they all say, darling, and yet here I am. Alone. Condemned to spinsterhood.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

Now that I find hard to believe.

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Well, I do try to bear up under the strain.

Placeholder before I run to class for This Conversation Should Happen.

[loworhighest.livejournal.com]

I did. [] I do.

Oh dear. This Conversation. Placeholder before I go to bed, then.

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[That...tone. Didn't bode well. Locking the door also didn't really bode well, but Isobel's good at both her roles and manages an easy smile before perching on the edge of a chair.] Well then, sugar. Here I am.

[loworhighest.livejournal.com]

[]

Might be a long one.

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Her face doesn't reveal anything as she flips open the folder and sees...herself, as Silk Spectre, but the fact that she stares down at it so long before looking up, and the fact that her expression is so blank when she finally meets his eyes again is something of a tell in itself. Should she...no. No, she knows that look.]

You'd better go ahead and ask me.

[pairofaces.livejournal.com]

How long?

[]

How long were you going to lie to us about this?

[moonofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes flicker, but she just lifts her chin and meets his stare steadily.]

I had to keep it a secret. For my protection, but mostly for yours.

[She looks away for a moment, and then her eyes cut back.] The more people that know, the more dangerous it is. The more likely it is that someone would use you to get to me, and I wouldn't be able to stand that, Darren. My parents and Uncle Adrian know.

[And Johnny, the street fiddler, but she trusted him, and she didn't think he'd be in nearly as much danger as the scions of the Eicheln fortune.]