#c: suresh 002

[nyraxodeyer]

She made face at the other emotions listed, none of which she wanted to feel, "I'm not doubting nor saying we can't feel them, we can, I just don't think in this moment, for this time, such things will be of any benefit or use if given importance. What will anger do for me? Or bitterness? I cannot change what's already been done, why let that simmer and turn my mood foul?" She could perhaps give thought to what he said, but such was her state of mind that harbouring rather than letting things go would not give her any peace of mind. "I didn't but do I need to ask that?" she questioned instead, forcing her thoughts to turn, "You will tell me regardless. An algae covered cavern, huh? You might miss people too much, who will you bare your teeth at? The fish?"

What did they learn about her? How much she bet? But others had outbid her. How much she cared for this hotel or the Fae? But that was nothing new. "Did you see that night as a point of learning about others? It was high stakes and high emotions, actions might be sincere or they could be erratic. Dilan was just trying to keep Leyla safe, did you notice that?" She wasn't faulting him, not a bit, but such events brought a different side in people, "You might act in a similar fashion in all situations, which is not a bad thing, consistent but others might not and that's not a bad thing either."

Nyra simply let out a light laugh at his comments, "Oh it very much is recreational." As he continued, laughter quietened to settle as a small smile, as much as Suresh flashed his annoyance at people, at her even, it was such displays that kept her belief alive that he maybe cared. Or at least, she was taking it as such but by no means would she verbalise that thought. "I appreciate that but I'm not doing this, saying all this, under any guise of nobility, I'm stating facts. The idea, and to a degree the execution, of this Fae ball was mine, the premise was set knowing full well what it could entail. I'm not inviting blame by accepting responsibility nor does this make me feel better, but it's something. What would you have be do? Shrug my shoulders and move on? Nothing will change this, I know and I accept that. Can only learn from this."

Nyra held up her hands, "No catch, Mr. Masculine and ravenous. I can't lie so you have no choice but to believe me. As much as I do enjoy telling you off, this is not a moment for it, stop being so suspicious and take this as a nice thing."

Suresh pursed up his lips, looking out from beneath his eyelashes, the portrait of utter innocence. "Who said anything about numbness, love? There are so many other emotions. Anger. Wrath. Jealousy. Bitterness. Believe me, I know as Fae we're capable of those just as strongly as anything else." He hummed, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Are you asking me if I think you're abysmal? Because again, I said no such thing. Perhaps I will move back to the sea, though. Store myself away in some forgotten cavern. Algae is good on the skin." He ran his hands along his own face, deciding it was already silky smooth.

Suresh offered a shrug. "I don't know. A prize? A golden trinket? A sense of smug-satisfaction or relief? There are so many options, Nyra," he muttered. "My point is: nobody learned anything about me they didn't already know. The same can't be said for everyone, now can it? Dilan put on quite a show really. Bloodthirsty for the world to see." He gave a terse grin, a clenching of his teeth.

"What I do in my private quarters is none of your bloody concern. It's not as though I make the housekeeping staff tidy after me. Any visits they might make to my suite are purely recreational," he retorted. "No. No. You know what I think is foolish? Taking the weight of a bunch of bell-ends on your own shoulders. You didn't trap anyone. You didn't harm anyone. I don't believe in this nobility shite people whip out all the time around here. Falling on the sword. You can't pay your bills with it, and you can't wipe your arse with it. So who is it for? Not me. You then? Does it make you feel better to think you had some control over it? It's shite, Nyra. It happened. It's shite."

He scoffed, but there was a semblance of genuine irritation that she was blaming herself for the tragedies. "Masculine and ravenous," he sniffed, voice sharp. "Why don't I believe you? I thought I wasn't meant to be...distracting the staff? What's the catch here?"

[nyraxodeyer]

"Without sentiment, I would be numb and that's not something I wish to feel." The truth feel and she did not attempt to stop it, felt no need, she did not wish to feel such a thing any more. Though at his statement, a chuckle fell despite her intent, "Creature of the abyss? I don't think I've heard that one from you yet. Are we from this same abyss then? Or neighbouring ones?" It may be just a hotel to him, and he was fit to view it as such, seeing that it was just a hotel, but it came to mean something bigger to her, greater than a structure. She no longer had a home but this came so damn close it that some days it did feel like it.

"What would you like to show for it?" she questioned, "Divulging truths about ourself, no matter how petty doesn't seem like your thing, or have I gotten it wrong? You do love to talk about yourself." She added a light shake of her head to brush away the seriousness of the night, "It came with your residence here actually, though you have yet to burden yourself and lift a finger. I cannot even expect to keep your room clean." All in all though, no matter how much he tried to ruffle her feathers, sometimes even succeeding, he was, in all sense of the word, a relief - not that she would ever admit that though. This was too much fun. "No," she said now, the humour falling, "Aiyla doesn't need to bother herself with this. This was my doing. I opened our hotel, our home to all thinking maybe we'd be advantageous, one step ahead... you don't need to say it, I admit that was a foolish move. So this-" her gaze swept about the place, the destruction and whatever was left intact, "I bear the responsibility. You don't have to be on the repair crew, you deserve a break." Though at his words, a laugh fell through, genuine and light, "Primal? Oh, darling, sure of course. That's it." She shrugged before continuing, "If you're willing to be so generous and give them longer breaks, who am I to stop you? As long as it's fun for you, I stand by what I said, you deserve that break."

"Without sentiment, you'd be feeling decidedly less abysmal right now, love. Creature of the abyss I am and all. I sense these things," Suresh cooed, rolling his eyes. He sniffed defiantly. "Yes, I suppose I do live here." But he would not admit affection for the building or for the Fae Court; even if such a thing existed, he knew better than to try to talk around it and give up his advantage. Bringing up his hands in mock arrest, the siren raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. "There are phone apps for that now. Besides, I did not lose all my money. Only an irritating chunk. And what do I have to show for it? No more than anyone else, and they didn't even learn a petty truth about me." He laughed. "You're concerned about my being your friend, but I'm concerned about you being my employer. When did that happen again? If the Fae Queen wants me on the clean up and repair crew, she should declare it properly." Suresh shook his head, features knotting into irritation. "Pretty's not quite the right word. My lure is perhaps more primal and forbidden, thank you," he scoffed. "You do know if you post me down here, their union-mandated breaks will just get longer, right? More enjoyable for them, of course, but it's your funeral, pet."

[nyraxodeyer]

The jolt made her press her lips to a thin line, familiar voice and a tone that was fine tuned to annoy her she was sure, Suresh's comments did not lift or lighten her spirits. "Is sentiment so bad? This is in a way your home too, you know." Nyra spun to face him, his actions on the night materialising faintly in her head, she couldn't blame him, with everything that had unfolded she too wished she could hide away but there was a responsibility here she wouldn't shy away from. "Are you excluding yourself from that? You also gambled, are you indirectly saying you're my friend? I have half an idea of putting you on clean up and repair crew," she said, a smile creeping on her face, "You think yourself pretty, right? You can be that some sort of diversion in an actual constructive way."

Coming up behind Nyra, Suresh pursed his lips, planting his hands upon her shoulders. "I cannot tell a lie. It's a bloody gigantic hole." While he himself had largely been confining himself to his suite on the hotel's upper levels, even Suresh found he needed to wander outward once in a while in search of entertainment. One such prospect was annoying others. "It's a building, love. No use crying over spilled casino. What is it? Sentiment? While I suppose I can understand sobbing over ruined things, there are always bigger, newer things to be had. Besides, so very many of your friends and neighbors spent their fortunes. They've nothing left to gamble," he hummed, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should find a pretty builder of some sort. It's a nice diversion. That's what I've been doing. That bulldozer man is a rather absurdly handsome bloke."