Voicemail

[lovemykilt]

Hey, you've reached Priestly. Aren't you lucky! I'm not around to take your call, but you probably know what to do.

*beep*

Comments

Re: Monday evening text

[lovemykilt]

"Wouldn't that mean I should resist your foul encouragement?" Priestly said.

Re: Monday evening text

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Probably? But remember, I'm bringing a minion with me," Dinah pointed out. "So it's inevitable. Wait for a time to escape us, then run."

See, it all comes back to the running!

Re: Monday evening text

[lovemykilt]

"Your minion is pretty damn distractable with sweet treats," Priestly pointed out.

Re: Monday evening text

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Is that some kind of a challenge?"

Re: Monday evening text

[lovemykilt]

"You've met your minion, right? I can offer cakes."

Re: Monday evening text

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Damnit. I am so going to need another bribe in there... or guilt. Maybe guilt will keep her running before the cakes can be eaten. I've been helping her do stuff in Texas, she owes me."

Well, in that way they owed each other lots and Dinah hadn't looked on it as a favor, but hey, retroactive guilt! o make them run! Keep them healthy!

Re: Monday evening text

[lovemykilt]

"And thus rears your evil again," Priestly said. "It's very sad."

Re: Monday evening text

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah blew a raspberry at him, grinning over the phone. "You say evil, I say... benign dictating. Yes." She nodded hard. "And we're gonna do this soonish. Especially since pretty soon we'll be parading through Glacia, trying to drum up public support after that. So. Keep your running shoes ready."

Re: Monday evening text

[lovemykilt]

"You know how I feel about dictators," Priestly said. "I'd recommend asking me nicely to have my running shoes ready."

Re: Monday evening text

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

That pout wouldn't work if Priestly couldn't see it, Dinah.

But she couldn't help doing it anyway.

"Pleeeease. Because I want you to be in great shape to run away from Fandom craziness this summer, while I'm here in Glacia and can't watch your back and your front? Pleeease be ready to run?"

Re: Monday evening text

[lovemykilt]

"Fiiiine," Priestly said, long suffering. "But only 'cause you're cute."

Re: Monday evening text

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yaaaay. Thank you, Priestly." 'Cause she might be poking and prodding and nudging him for his own good, but bullying would be uncool. And 'cause he thought she was cute, sure. "I'll see you soon. Love you."

Re: Monday evening text

[lovemykilt]

"You, too," Priestly said. "Congrats on the ring thing."

[newroutines]

[From here!]

"I... what? I think if we'd done anything on whatever you consider those weekends, we'd be fine talking about it. But I don't think you've been using my shower, no. But... thanks for the confirmation, I guess?"

[lovemykilt]

[to here]

Crazy Phone Day

[lockestheway]

[[ from here ]]

"I'm flattered, but stop looking at my ass. I don't swing that way," Peter said lightly.

Maybe he'd crawl back on that once he realized the family connection, because Wiggins.

[justlurkinghere]

From here.

"I'm not in engaged. Whoever told you that is a liar and will pay. Stop calling me."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Priestly. It's me... Just checking in. We're about five days out from Sidra, the capital. Which would be two and a half days for you. Then there's the election, then....

"There was another battle. A real one. We lost a few people, they lost a few people. It's still feeling freaking pointless."

A sigh.

"So, yeah. Just hanging out, listening to some really loud crickets with Momoko. Call me if anything cool happens. And hopefully you'll hear from me after the vote.

"Love you. Hug Stevesie."

*Click*

Sometime after Arundal...

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*riiiing*

"Priestly? ... Call me when you have time to talk, okay? ... Please. Thanks. .. bye."

Re: Sometime after Arundal...

[lovemykilt]

Yeah, like Priestly wasn't going to call back the moment he got THAT message.

He might've snagged some of Dean's whisky first. Just, you know, in case.

So have a ringing phone, Dinah.

Re: Sometime after Arundal...

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

It was a day or so later. The young women were back with their families, or to where they felt safest. The nine attackers were in the custody of the local Queen. They were back on the road again, distributing medical supplies.

Denys had been buried in the town's graveyard.

Dinah didn't feel like talking, exactly. But she really needed to hear the voice of someone who hadn't been there.

"Priestly? S'me."

Re: Sometime after Arundal...

[lovemykilt]

Priestly smiled faintly at that, though he could tell from just the few words that she was not in a smiling mood. "I know, hon. I called you."

Re: Sometime after Arundal...

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Right." Dinah nodded, leaning against a tree, back to the trunk. "You did. Thanks." She closed her eyes. "How are things there? Tell me something funny?"

Re: Sometime after Arundal...

[lovemykilt]

"Well, I don't know about funny, per se, but I apparently managed to pick the perfect day to spend out of town looking at schools. Apparently, there was an unfortunate confluence of random island events, last Saturday. I don't know the details, but the kitchen staff spent all of Sunday muttering about monsters and the hearing impaired."

Which would be why he didn't listen to the radio to find out the details. He was pretty sure he was just fine knowing he'd picked the right day to be in College Park.

Re: Sometime after Arundal...

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Heh." She smiled a little, at least? "I'm glad I missed that one too. It'd have to make things much more difficult to fight." Dinah wrapped her arms around her stomach, listening to his voice. "What did you guys have for dinner? We're having a lot of potatoes, lately." A pang: we was minus one person now.