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Madeleine Gray (burnlyrical) wrote in light_of_may,

"Mm?" Zaviar was talking - addressing her, even - but Madeleine wasn't following. The word control echoed around her head a few times like it was trying to further enforce the wait she had essentially been told before and she gave an annoyed huff in response. That he was now talking to someone else really didn't matter; the sound of his voice was still there. The only reason Madeleine had waited for anything at all was because Zaviar specifically had told her to. Later she would have to admit to herself that not a single one of any of the people she had even just hooked up with could boast the claim that they had ever made her wait, because she just didn't. The agitated manner in which she was shifting behind him was almost proof of that. A month ago, as a sixth level elemental, something would have been burning by now. Probably Marius. 'The curse of control.' Annoying voices in the back of her that needed to comment on absolutely everything needed to go away. So did the demon that meant she had to wait. And Zaviar's clothing. Which she could have removed by now, because at no point did he say anything about her waiting while he was fully dressed. The word wait wasn't even used, it was heavily suggested and did he have any idea how agonising it was to have him right there and not be able to do anything about it just because he happened to have a relative over? There was a reason other rooms were invented.

Even though Madeleine had theoretically asked Marius a question, her mind had automatically redirected itself when he began to talk to her. The comments about slime went unmarked and everything else went almost completely unregistered, but for the words nails and back. "Done that," was her very distant response, mind suddenly utterly preoccupied with memories. If it was Zaviar who was the were she'd made bleed, she could not remember, but - 'I am not sure he wants to bleed.' - but she could find out. If it was another were pre-Zaviar, then whatever. But it remained that that was an interesting memory and she would not mind repeating it. With the right were, obviously. 'You're really not listening, are you? - I did not need to hear about that again today.' Why had he needed to wear a shirt anyway? It wasn't as though indoors was especially cold or he was at all modest. And for Christ's sake, if Marius didn't leave, she was-- Oh. Althea rather rapidly uncoiled to find somewhere - preferably outside - that wasn't where her elemental was. 'What Knight said. Only she won't tell me to anything.' She would know; she had been listening to the same thing for a while now. Madeleine bit the corner of her lip at that smile, automatically sliding in front of him. "Pick a surface."