[Semi-Closed Post] Sadmas Aftermath

[lanselos_du_lac]

Rather suddenly, after this latest mansion event or incursion of unexpected visitors, Lancelot will not be seen around and about as has come to be usual for him. He is not drilling in the field in the mornings. He is not in the café seeking pastries or companionship. He is not around the kitchens or libraries or, seemingly, anywhere.

Lancelot keeps to his room. If he bathes or shaves or uses the bathroom, he does so carefully and avoiding anyone he might meet. If Laertes leaves food outside his door, folk will find it still there later in the day. If anyone knocks, he will not call them in. He lets the mansion provision him with bread, cheese, water-- sometimes wine or whiskey -- but he doesn't much want any of it.

He cannot bring himself to speak to anyone. He cannot bring himself to do much of anything at all. The best concession he will make, with the understanding that there are those who will worry, is that he does not lock or bolt the door.

[Typist note: Anyone who might be really worried about Lancelot's sudden disappearance or withdrawal is welcome! Post is "semi-closed" really only because a character would have to deliberately decide to enter, and no one will stumble across Lancelot by accident.]

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[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot takes this in, curling his fingers around hers, watching her face. He pauses, to give what she's said time to work its way through him. He combs the fingers of his other hand through her hair again, then brings that hand to brush her cheek. He says simply, "I see, sweet."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"All this to say," says Susan, abruptly tired of herself. "I slept with someone's visitor, the other day. Liu Mingyan. She-" she cuts herself off. "It was a one-time thing." Like so many of her assignations. Her tone, to someone paying close attention, might suggest that there's more to be said, though.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Another raise of his eyebrows, though this one is curious. He is, however, paying close attention to her.

He brushes her cheek again, saying carefully, "That's as may be. What else of her?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Not her," says Susan. Liu Mingyan had truly just been a simple, delightful single liaison - though later, perhaps, Susan will suggest a similar tryst to Lancelot (her in her nylons and their garter belt and nothing else; him snapping the belt's suspenders). She pauses, glancing at him when he touches her face, catching the pad of his finger in a quick, nipping kiss. "Do you know Janet?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye," smiling at her kiss, "I have met her."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I think we're..." Susan pauses. She doesn't know what word to use, how to describe what Janet has become to her of late. They haven't exactly defined anything. Which is par for the course, for Susan, but she really is making an effort to be reasonable about the fact that she's now living in a world with a ridiculously small population. She has, at the very least, kissed most of the people she thinks of as friends here, and friends are hard enough to come by that she doesn't want to chance that. Perhaps she should talk to Janet, and soon, as miserable as that sounds.

They've spoken of dates. Perhaps that's the word to use. "...dating?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh!" Lancelot smiles, seeming genuinely pleased for her. "That sounds well. I can see how she would be a good match for thee."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan squints at Lancelot for a moment, searching for some catch. He really is unlike so many of the men she's known before - thoughtful and attentive, curious and kind, silly (though, she suspects, not always on purpose) and profoundly capable. A dear friend. Perhaps that's why she likes him so well, and so quickly. She doesn't bother trying to explain how whatever it is going on between her and Janet feels different from whatever it is going on between her and Lancelot.

She can't find a catch, and her heart clenches again as she relaxes minutely against him. "That's all," she says.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He feels her relax a little, and presses her hand again. "Feared thee that I would mislike this?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I took what you said at face value," says Susan; this is much more of a 'no' than it is a 'yes.' "It was more - we said we'd be honest. I worried I'd been dishonest by omission because I didn't know how to say... any of it."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah," he kisses her fingers. "I understand thee, now. All's well, with us."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan's lips quirk, and she maneuvers until she can kiss him properly: a soft, comfortable sort of thing.