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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

Part of Daphina wanted to reach across and touch the corner of Gia’s mouth that curved in amusement. And she could not have said why, because the only verbal answer she really had was the name of that mouth’s owner. “Counter his persistence.” It was more insistent than a suggestion ought to be, and mischief played in Daphina’s eyes. “Beautiful women are intimidating in their own right. Why should it not be you they fear?” Right there was the Taraias in her -- the answer was always in the game. Oh certainly, Daphisio was intimidating even to his own daughter, and it was a well-kept secret that she knew how to dress up that fact in order to highlight it just so.“Such fear works best when one keeps tripping on one’s tongue.” She would know; she had been panicking over the idea of doing damage to Gia since it became clear to her that she was certainly having an… effect on her. Enough of one for Daphina to be half-convinced that she must be tripping over her words as much as Sir Rune, and her advantage lay elsewhere.

Ah, but watch what you wish for, she thought soberly, before washing the thought away with tea. She had been watching Gia’s face too closely not to see the shift in expression, and immediately felt a pang of her own. Likely nothing close to her friendship with her sister in law. But four years at court was a long enough time to build strong friendships -- some that she had wished were more, some that had been a little more before they were whisked away with a betrothal. “Men should learn not to wed their sisters’ friends, they lose too many fights that way.” Was it not sound logic? “And I do not believe you would much appreciate being governed by my father,” Daphina added, brows drawing together as she tried to imagine it. She found she did not like the result. He would ruin Gia -- she was too… unique to be forced into an allegedly model family. When it was asserted -- implied? -- that Daphina’s suitors did exist, she opened her mouth to fall back into the comfortable realm of plausible deniability, then promptly closed at when she realised there was more. “They exist,” she confirmed eventually, though there was no blush at that. She felt nothing for them. “If is most certainly the operative word, for while I may have wished them luck I have never wished them success.” Something she had never said aloud before, which likely turned her face pink. Men were hardly revolting, but her interests lay elsewhere. Currently, they were sat right there. “My interests aside, I see no point in swapping one gilded cage for another. At least I am familiar with the one I have.” She paused. “Did that sound awfully like I was defending myself at trial? It was not meant to.” She just found it so easy to simply talk when she was not around her family and the company was… well, Gia.