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[Lup's hard to miss, all long and bristling and so colorful, but she moves silently enough as a snake, slithering over the threshold of the shop without a sound, her mouth curling into her usual grin at the sight of her friend. And sure, the shop is always clean whenever she visits, but Lup's definitely not seen Elsa bustling around to clean with this much enthusiasm before.]

Whoa, hun, slam on the brakes for a sec, you look like you deserve a rest. Come take a break with me.

[Even with the other woman's gentle protests, Lup can tell something is off enough to be tugging at Elsa's anxiety, she's just not entirely certain what yet.]

[Elsa visibly jumps as Lup's voice, and a light crack can be heard as her claws dig into the wood of the broom in her hands.]

Oh, Lup! [I was really hoping you'd change your mind!] I didn't think you'd get here so soon! Um-- if you want to take a break, would you like something to eat, or...?

[Even as she's talking, Elsa doesn't stop moving, instead heading behind the counter to put her broom away, and possibly grab something from the case if Lup wants it...!]

Edited 2018-11-24 02:00 (UTC)

[Oh. Oh yeah. Something is fucking going on and Lup is so going to get to the bottom of it.

While Elsa stumbles over her words, the naga is already slipping into the shop, moving the long length of her body inside so the front door can shut behind her.]

Nope. Nada. I don't need a thing except for you to sit your cute butt down and take a real breather for a sec. No offense, but you look like you're about to be sick. It's chill time now.

[On one hand, Elsa is glad that there are no other people in the cafe right now. It helps her focus on her friend more, and even with all the inner turmoil and frustration she's felt over this whole self-revelation, even if she'd been avoiding Lup before now... now that Lup is here, it's easy enough to focus on her, to make sure that she can take care of anything she needs.

... At the same time, it's easy to see the way Elsa's seems to freeze at the cute comment, and her jaw clenches briefly before she nods, moving back around the counter and taking a seat at the table closest to where Lup is now.]

I promise, I'm not any greener than usual. [She can still joke, see?? She's not that bad off...!] It's just... the changing of the seasons. The weather getting colder. I wasn't here during winter the last time I was in this land, so I'm not sure how it might affect me...

[That's... not completely a lie, at least. She has been feeling weird since the weather started turning, that's just not the cause behind all of this.]

[Elsa's always been so easy to fluster and rile up with her flirting, Lup knows that, but there's just something about the tight clench of her jaw that catches the naga's attention, that strikes her as new. She's seen Elsa flush green, stammer, quickly backtrack around the subject, but she's never observed the woman to hold herself back so much like that.

Huh.

Elsa comes to sit near her and Lup's long tail settles in beneath her, curling and coiling, shifting enough so she can settle and make her own seat. Her hands fall against one of the coils of her tail, clawed fingers tapping idly at bristling scales.

At least the green comment gets a snort out of her. Elsa can't be that bad if she's cracking jokes, right?]

That's fair. To be honest, I'm deffo feelin' the same way. Cold and snakes just don't add up. [Soon she'll have to be stuck inside with her heat lamp, cramped up in the house. It's gonna be awful.]

But - [The elf raises a hand to drop it over Elsa's, friendly and affectionate and meant to guide the younger woman's gaze to her.] We're friends, so like, if anythin' does come up, lemme know. If someone's bullying you or being a little shit, you know I'll set 'em straight.

[If Lup noticed the way Elsa froze up just now, then she'll definitely notice the nymph's hand jumps under her touch. But she doesn't pull away, at least, so that's a good sign.]

Wha- no, of course not! I've never had to deal with anyone like that, thankfully. Aside from humans wary of a monster-run business, but I can't exactly blame them for that.

[... This is the problem with learning how to be open, Elsa thinks. Thanks to Anna, to her friends, and to her time in Ryslig, she's become better at expressing herself, at letting her emotions show even if they're not exactly positive emotions. It's a good thing, of course, but it also makes falling back into that pattern of conceal, don't feel all the harder.

She wants to, but she doesn't want to. She hates the feeling of repressing again, but she has to. If things between her and Lup became awkward because she mentions her growing feelings for the other woman... she doesn't know what she'd do.]

It's just... a personal matter I'm not sure how to deal with. Something very new to me.

[Lup used to be the same, even if she concealed in a completely different way. Before the Starblaster, she kept up her own front for the world, never letting anyone but her twin in close, only sharing her cocky, too tough side to anyone else. She hid anything that made her vulnerable, hid anything that could be used against her.

It took her whole planet being destroyed to force the elf to begin to open up and even then, the process had taken decades.

So she gets it, even if Elsa's brand isn't as familiar to her. But she understands that need to conceal, to hide away true feelings beneath the facade of always being cool and composed and perfect. And maybe that's why they are such good friends. Lup wants to see Elsa let loose and become her true self with the world.

Maybe one day. For now, Lup can always offer friendship.]

Gotcha. I'm just... Y'know. [Her hand drops back down to her coils, the elf's voice dropping down just slightly, to something more intimate. A secret.] Taako's always been my go to, like. Of course I tell Barry shit, but it's - [Her skinny shoulders shrug.] It's different when you have a close sibling. Taako was always that for me an' I'm guessin' Anna's the same for you. I know I don't replace her, but if you need someone to chat at, someone to fill in before she comes back, I got you covered. That's all, babe. Just cuz they popped outta here, doesn't mean we have to spend the time without 'em alone.

[Elsa wants to be open. She wants it so bad. She hates the way her stomach knots up so often with how nervous she gets, she hates the feeling of walking on eggshells around people she shouldn't have to. Elsa was never someone who wanted to put distance between herself and others; she was just as playful and outgoing (though somewhat shyer) a child as her sister was, and deep down, she's still like that.

So Lup's words hurt. Not because she said anything bad, it just... something that slips right between the cracks in the wall she put around herself. So she's quiet for a moment, mulling over her words, before speaking carefully.]

... Thank you, Lup. I... I've talked about it before, but that offer.. it helps. A lot. [But also not because it makes trying to get over this so much harder.] I'm just... dealing with some. Um. Personal feelings? That I'm trying to get over.

[Maybe if she can be vague enough, she can talk about it without cluing Lup in...?]

[It's a true show of how close they are, of how their relationship has evolved that Lup is patient enough to wait while Elsa sorts through her immediate feelings. The elf's always been the kind to never pause, to never waste a single second of her time, no matter who that means leaving behind. But if there's one thing that Ryslig is beginning to force her to understand, it's to slow down a little, to acknowledge that not everyone is as quick to make decisions or find the right words as she is.

And Elsa is exactly one of those people who she knows needs more time to mull over her thoughts. So Lup settles near her and waits as patiently as she can, the end of her tail coiling this way and that beneath her, the only evidence of how much control she's using to wait.]

'Course, hun, s'what friends are for, right? You need a hand an' chagirl is right here to help.

[Personal feelings sure sends off a red flag for Lup - that is so not her area of expertise - but the naga grins either way.] If you want a pal to hear you out, I'm free. Run your shit by me if you want.

[God, why does Lup make it so easy to talk to her? She should be the last person Elsa should be mentioning this to, but... it's different, from when she talked to Marco. He helped a lot, absolutely, and she's very grateful to him. But she's not as... relaxed with him as she is with Lup. Even with this knot of anxiety twisting her up inside, there's a part of her that wants to let it all out as soon as Lup offers.

... Carefully, of course. She can't let Lup find out...]

Have you ever... had feelings for someone you're not supposed to? And you're not sure how to get over them?

[Oh.

Oh.

Suddenly this all makes sense.

The worry creasing between Lup's scaled brows suddenly disappears at that revelation, a twitch at the corner of her mouth revealing her growing amusement at Elsa's current predicament.

What can she say? It's adorable.]

Why the rush to get over those feelings, chickadee?

[Oh god. Oh god was she too obvious?? Did she say something that would clue Lup in? This is terrible this is the worst Elsa why are you so STUPID--

Despite being close to a meltdown on the inside, outwardly the only tell Elsa drops is the fidgeting of her hands. Over and over and over they twist, with only a pause as she presses one thumb into the opposite palm. It's an old nervous habit, one she developed after her coronations and the gates opened once more; without her gloves, there was no barrier, no comforting weight against her hands when she felt her powers were creeping up and out of control. So pressing her hands together like that... it helped. Or at least, it felt like it did.

Even having gone so long without her powers, Elsa's habits are hard to break. So she keeps on fidgeting.]

Because... it's not appropriate. They're not someone I should be having feelings for.

[It's not a tell that Lup is too familiar with from Elsa, but it doesn't take the woman much to clue the elf into just what may be going on. Elsa, as much as she's grown, is still a mess of anxieties and nerves. That kind of thing never fully disappears - Barry's been struggling with it for decades even with all of his new confidence and growth - so Lup thinks she understands.

Which is why she reaches out a friendly hand to place over Elsa's fidgeting ones, surprisingly gentle in her touch.]

Well, why not?

[Lup asks as if it was just that simple.]

[... She's not going to be able to escape this, will she? Either she tries to shut things down (which has always made things worse for her), she starts pushing Lup away, things become awkward... no matter what she says or does, even if she just outright tells Lup, things... things are going to change.

Good job, Elsa.]

Because they're... taken. Married.

[Elsa's not looking at Lup. Not even down at their hands. Where moments ago she was jittering nonstop, now she's just... still, gaze focused somewhere off to the side and shoulders slumped. Defeated.]

[Now that's a posture of Elsa's that Lup feels familiar with. One that absolutely tugs at her heart.]

Guess that makes it a little trickier.

[Lup can't help that she's already going through all of the married monsters that she knows, alright. It just happens, okay! She's nosy and needs to know details like yesterday!]

I have a sneaking suspicion that this is the first time you've felt like this, right?

[.... Elsa's not sure if she should be feeling like she dodged a cannonball right now or not. It... doesn't seem like Lup caught on??? Or maybe she has and she's ignoring it?? Or or or--

God. All of this is going to be terrible for her heart in so many ways, isn't it??]

It is. I never really let myself think of things like romance or attraction when I was growing up, and by the time the world opened up to me.. I was dragged here not long after. [Okay... okay. She can do this.] But that doesn't matter... I want to get over it. I need to. Somehow.

[Just breathe, girlfriend. Just breathe.]

I think I got it. [And she does. Coming to terms with love after a lifetime of keeping feelings like that at a distance, finally giving in to the realization of her actually being in love, it's a Lot. Lup gets that.

The naga reaches out to take Elsa's hand this time, pressing her palm to the other woman's, just holding her hand in the most reassuring, tender way she can think of. For Lup, it helps to be touched and to touch when she's stressing out. To remind her that she isn't alone. She hopes it helps Elsa in the same way.]

Sorry to say, falling out of love isn't as easy, hon. And don't accuse me of bein' a sap or whatever, but it's not exactly a bad thing to be in, even in your sitch. I think your sis would be real happy you even feel that way.

[... Lup doesn't understand. If she did, she wouldn't- wouldn't be so casually touching Elsa like this. It can be comforting to her, this girl who's been touch-starved for thirteen years, and would normally be enough to calm any jitters she might have. But at the same time it tears her up inside, bringing back that terrible self-loathing she tried so hard to bury in the year since her coronation.]

But it is. It... it could ruin one of the best friendships I've ever had. I don't know what I'd do if I made things even more awkward...

[... "Even more"?]

Edited 2018-12-27 06:37 (UTC)

[MMM that sure is an interesting choice in wording, huh.]

Wait a minute, what's that even mean? Why would you crushing on someone kill the friendship? What's already awkward between you? You got to fill in some blanks here, hon.

Because it's you!

[Where a moment ago Elsa was almost too still, now she's a flurry of movement, pulling her hand away from Lup's and jumping to her feet, stepping back a few paces. Her arms are tucked in tight against her stomach, like she's trying to hold herself together, and her expression falls into a mess of horror... and guilt?]

I... I wanted to hide it... I had to. [No matter how hard she tries, Elsa can't hide how her voice shakes as she speaks now.] But no matter what I did, nothing helped. I... I didn't want to start ignoring you, but...

[conceal, don't feel. conceal, don't feel... don't feel...]

I'm sorry...

[It's easily the loudest Lup's ever heard Elsa speak.

And okay, so maybe she should have seen this coming, with the sudden awkwardness between them as of late, how there were moments Elsa just couldn't meet her gaze, how she'd go completely still beneath Lup's touch. The constant flirting and teasing probably didn't help either, but look, that's just all part of the Lup brand. She can't just turn that shit off whenever she wants. It's just who she is.

Still, maybe she should have been just a little more aware, especially since now they are here, with Elsa pacing around wildly, looking so much more open and vulnerable and raw in her emotions than she's allowed herself in months.

But whatever reaction Elsa may be expecting from the older woman, whatever disappointment or anger or concern she thinks she'll see flash across Lup's face, it must be quite a surprise to just see the elf laugh. Softly, not cruelly, a clawed hand already reaching out for her.]

You are the biggest friggin' dork I've ever known. And I know a lot of dorks. C'mere, Elsa. You're fine. [her voice dips down to something softer, more kind] We're fine. I'm not pissed or whatever. We're chill, girl. We're good.

Edited 2018-12-31 00:30 (UTC)

["You're fine." Fine??? Elsa's not fine. She's never fine. Sometimes she feels okay, but there's always that hum of anxiety under her skin; it may be barely noticeable on some, maybe most days... but it's still always there. And now...

Well. Now she's glad that her powers were taken from her, or else she's sure she'd be freezing over the entire cafe at this point.]

I-I can't... [She shakes her head, taking another step back.] We're not... how are we good? I shouldn't be having these feelings in the first place, but I do, and... I told you...!

[Even if it doesn't happen now, things can only start spiraling from here...]

I... I promise, I'll try to get over it soon.

[Welp. This suddenly feels awkward, but maybe not for the reason that Elsa might assume. It's probably not too much of a surprise that Elsa isn't the first friend of Lup's to develop a little crush on her over the last two hundred years. And she's absolutely not the first to make a bit of a scene in professing those feelings.

It's always been so easy for the elf to laugh that kind of adoration off with an affectionate shove to the shoulder, to tease the offending party and make light of the situation. To chase the worry and awkwardness right out of the room. But Elsa's reaction, all hurt and panic and uncertainty in the status of their relationship, that's new. New in a big way. Just the kind of seriousness that Lup tries so often to avoid.

So as easy and it would be for a large, snake woman to chase after the little nymph, Lup lets her take her step back, putting a touch of distance between the two.]

We are good, alright? We are. [It's just a shame her words aren't getting through to her.] Hey - listen to me. Why do you think we're friends?

[The words both do and don't get through to Elsa. She can understand what Lup's saying, and a part of her wants to be relieved, because at least Lup is taking all of this seriously. But there's still just... everything else; the first time she's ever had feelings for someone being unrequited, the way she just blurted it out like all the self-control she fought so hard to master was all for nothing...]

... What do you mean? [Why....?] Because... we got along?

[Proof that self-control is fake, obviously.]

Cuz you're a good friend, nerd. You've got a big heart an' you're funny an' you were one of the first monsters here to help me out, even when I was kind of a giant bitch.

[Look, you don't crawl out of a living, flesh wall and manage to smile the rest of the day. You just don't.]

Pretty sure I scared the shit outta you and you still wanted to help me. You're good, Elsa.

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