Pissy Heart is Pissy [Locked to Dafydd]

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

As ordered, she'd first gone to the Ten of Clubs suite and calmly requested, as ordered, that Anastasia return to Heart Castle to speak to the king, and then she'd departed, and after asking a Two for directions, found herself outside Dafydd's door. She'd done well with Anastasia and Elisha, keeping her anger at a slow simmer until she was finished speaking and had managed to leave without answering any questions. It was a different matter when she arrived at Dafydd's.

Her knock was hard and sharp, and she crossed her arms as she waited for the door to open.

After yesterday? This seriously took the cake. Maybe she should just move to Paris, at this rate.

Comments

[takerofthings.livejournal.com]

Dafydd rolled his eyes, about to retort that of course it was fine, but then he caught her tone. She really meant it. "I promise," he said seriously.

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

"Good. Fine." She drew a deep breath. "He told me to limit my relations with all the Spades."

She flicked her eyes at Dafydd and then stared at the tv again. "Particularly with Victor."

[takerofthings.livejournal.com]

Dafydd took a calm sip of his scotch. "What kind of...no, sorry. That's not my business." It wouldn't stop him from thinking about it, but he wouldn't ask.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked instead.

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

Zoë's lips tighten around the words I slept with him and she breathes in. "I don't know," she said. "I know this is the Deck, but I dislike being ordered end relationships because of a fit of temper. I'm...not really inclined to listen."

She huffed out a breath. "It wasn't really like Ceiro, so it might blow over anyway, but it still made me so angry."

[takerofthings.livejournal.com]

Dafydd shrugged. "Not sure how often that happens, being ordered to end relationships," he said, "but it doesn't seem reasonable."

It seemed eminently reasonable if the relationship was with Victor, but he'd be fair. She was upset, and while he didn't much like Victor, that wasn't true of everyone.

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's very Shakespearean," she said, taking another sip of scotch. "And we can be kind of Shakespearean around here. Just not generally in the Hearts." Her lips took on a wry twist.

"I'll tell you one thing, though," she said. "I'm really glad now that we're leaving for my birthday tomorrow. I don't think I want to be home this weekend."

[takerofthings.livejournal.com]

Dafydd leaned forward to catch up the bottle and tipped another measure into both their glasses. "How long would you like to stay?" he asked mildly, having planned, well, an afternoon.

Plans could be changed easily enough.

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

Zoë thought for a second, and then turned to Dafydd. "Would you mind very much if we stayed until sometime Sunday?" she asked. Her smile was crooked. "I just think it might be wise to stay out of the castle for a bit."

[takerofthings.livejournal.com]

Dafydd smiled back, more confident than hers, and nodded. "'Course we can. It's easy to change plans."

Possibly at some point during the weekend, he'd find out why that would be a good idea.

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

Zoë's smile brightened. "Thank you," she said quietly, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.

"I...should probably head back," she added. "Especially since I'll need to actually pack for the morning."

[takerofthings.livejournal.com]

As always, the slight blush showed up bright pink, but he just nodded. "Come by here when you're ready. I've a few ideas on where to start." A few touristy ideas, a few things the locals knew about.

It would be strange to go back to Paris after this long, but he was looking forward to it. "Bon nuit, Zoë."