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Post-Intervention Inter…action
Date: 09/Jun/2012
Related Logs: Directly following Intervention.
Anais Jacsen 
Lord Jacsen's Chambers - Four Eagles Tower
A Roomba swivels about, cleaning up crumbs.
Sat Jun 09, 289

As the others depart, Anais turns back to Jacsen, looking him over closely. "I'm sorry," she says, quiet. "I…shouldn't have brought that up without warning you, in front of everyone." She reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Are you all right? I can't imagine it's a pleasant realization."

Jacsen purses his lips. "No, you shouldn't," he says quietly. But he doesn't sound angry, or even disappointed. Just in pain and distracted. "And no, it's not. I mean - it seems plain, the way you laid it out. What she did. But Luci is…" He looks heartbroken, unable to finish that sentence. "I know she has plans, but I never imagined, not once, that she might go behind our backs. Behind my back."

"She's your sister," Anais fills in for him, reaching out to trace one finger at the curve of his ear. "I understand what that feels like." After all, he sat with her when she read the final letter from Elinor. "These last few months have been hard for her, too. Her mother died in her arms. Her father's turned his back on most of life to deal with that loss. She ran off to Middlemarch, and things continued to get worse. I understand wanting to do something, anything, to try to press life forward after that. But in betraying you, she's gone too far."

Jacsen closes his eyes. Love may not yet have entered the equation, but there's still comfort in her touch. "All that is true, I'm sure," he murmurs. "And I suppose I had the luxury of sleeping through it all. But now that I'm awake, it's moving… so fast." There has been a lot going on for him - especially since the days he spent detoxing felt like eternities of their own. "I need to catch up on what I missed while moving forward at the same speed as everyone else. It can be a bit dizzying."

"I understand," Anais murmurs, leaning in to rest her brow against his shoulder for a long moment of silence. "I missed you," she confesses. "I know it isn't fair, but it made me angry. Things were such a mess, and you couldn't be there, and I felt so…alone. And I am going to do whatever it takes to make sure that you stay here with me now."

The silence is comfortable despite its length. After a beat, Jacsen rests his head against hers. "I'm sorry," he says. "But I'm here now, and you won't have to be alone again." He takes a deep sighing breath, letting some of the tension fall away with it. "I don't remember much from when I was out. A few fevered dreams. What felt like a nap for me was months of… this." Meaning the conversation they just had about all the current troubles.

"It was," Anais agrees. "But now it's over, and you're here, and we're going to fix it." She draws a breath, straightening to brush a hand through his hair. "Do we need to go see the Maester?" she asks, holding out a hand to help him up should he need it. "Or should we do what I imagine our guests are all assuming we were going to start doing when they left?" Her smile quirks, half tease and half offer.

"Well, we can't be disappointing people so soon," Jacsen says with a grin. Instead of helping himself up with her hand, he pulls her down toward him. "The Maester can wait. The poppy's dulling but holding back the pain, and a healthy dose of distraction will be all the medicine I need."

"Perfect," Anais laughs softly, using the momentum of his pull to kneel astride his lap. "Distraction it is, then." And, settling her weight carefully against him, her arms around his neck, she sets about providing the maximum amount of distraction from the many things that ail him.