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Ianto Jones
Personal Assistant to Dahlia Leeds
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At home

Date: 2024-01-20 08:43 pm (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (neutral: sleep)
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It's not uncommon for Dahlia to sleep in occasionally. On most days, she is awake like clockwork and ready for work, but every so often her sleep debt will catch up to her and she will be in bed well beyond the normal time. After all, there are many nights where Dahlia is up late reading or walking off a nightmare in a hidden corner of her strange old mansion or brooding at the cemetery. Ianto, having been welcomed into her home some months ago, is likely used to this routine by now.

However, on this particular morning, Dahlia remains in bed well into the afternoon. She sleeps until lunch and then cannot be bothered to rise from bed even after she wakes, and can still be found there while the sun begins to hang low in the sky. Comparatively, this is excessive.

Normally during "wellness breaks," Dahlia does not wish to be disturbed. However, this may be cause for Ianto to strong-arm his way into checking on her.

Date: 2024-01-22 01:03 am (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (neutral: sighhhh)
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Dahlia groans, but sits up. "Ugh, I think I'm sick... I've been feeling sluggish and dizzy all day."

Date: 2024-01-24 01:50 am (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (neutral: looking down)
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"I know I have anemia," she replies, rubbing her temple roughly and leaning into Ianto. "There's just not a whole lot to be done about it. Usually I eat a lot of meat to stave it off, but right now... Well. Hopefully Arthur will be by after he goes hunting, at least."

Date: 2024-02-02 06:51 pm (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (sad: fretting)
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Dahlia's not hurting for money, she's just leaving as much as she can rather than buying up the markets. Being fair. The kitchen staff will inform Ianto of this, but they'll agree to make some adjustments on what they choose to stock to suit his directions. Turns out they listen to Ianto a lot more than Dahlia for this exact reason.

"Work from home...?" Not a common concept in this world, what with the lack of internet. "Mmm, that'll be a lot of running back and forth with paperwork for you... and with the snow picking up... Just make sure you take one of the horses, alright?"

Date: 2024-02-04 06:04 am (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (anger: defiant)
From: [personal profile] thethirteenthchild
Still pallid and sickly as ever, all color drained from her face, her eyes bagged and her hair wild, Dahlia storms through the house, calling out.

"Ianto Jones."

Her tone is almost maternal with its anger. She is very clearly not pleased.

Date: 2024-02-05 06:31 pm (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (anger: excuse me?)
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When she finds him, she looks angrier than she ever has. The kind of even keeled anger that seethes from her like a vapor. She holds Ianto's letter to her for Jean pinched between her fingers.

"Question for you," Dahlia begins. "Do I look like a bank? Or maybe a little shop you can write vouchers for because you know the owner?"

Date: 2024-02-05 07:17 pm (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (anger: done with this)
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"Then I'm confused. Is it just normal where you come from to treat your partner this way. Making promises on my behalf without asking me, taking advantage of my position. Or did you just think me so egotistical that I wouldn't help defend my hometown without blackmail?"

Date: 2024-02-05 09:54 pm (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (anger: fierce)
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Dahlia is unmoved by the explanation. More than that, she almost seems angrier as he speaks, muddled with pain.

He doesn't get it. And the distance she worked so hard to close feels freshly wedged open.

"Oh, how noble of you." Her voice is cold with rage. "I'm so glad that you felt that sparing your little friend from the reprocussions of the reputation of the person THEY CHOSE to allign themself with was a good enough reason to undercut my feelings and my agency by doling out fucking coupons. You must think me incredibly childish, to think that I'd just let my feelings about Neil West cause me to leave my neighbors to suffer. I didn't even have to know it was them! You could have just respected me enough to come to me and say, 'Hey, Dahl, some people trying to protect the town need some financial aid, can you help?' But clearly you didn't think I'd do that for whatever reason and just started throwing around promises on my behalf without asking using half-baked bullshit like THIS."

Her voice echoes strangely through the empty halls of her home as she crescendos to a yell, ripping up the letter. The sound is almost otherworldly, and she doesn't sound like herself anymore. Tears stream down her face, bitter and hurt.

"And it would have been so easy for you to just listen to me, telling you that you’d hurt me and fucking apologizing, but goddess forbid you take accountability for this and tell me you're sorry you made me feel USED! No, no, you have to stand there looking like a FUCKING tin soldier telling me how you were RIGHT to do this to me, how this pain you've caused me is a kindness. Well I'm not your fucking bargaining chip, so if you trust Jean so much more than you trust me, then go stay with them."

She throws the paper fragments at Ianto, turns on her heel, and storms off into a room whose door she slams. Then she slumps against the door and weeps.

Date: 2024-02-06 12:05 am (UTC)
thethirteenthchild: (neutral: couch slouchin)
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Dahlia does read the note, and she lets out a long sigh. He did apologize... But it's frustrating that it took this long. And she got much more heated than she would have liked, which is not only draining, but embarrassing.

She spends a long time wondering if he really understands why it hurt. But emotions are high... Maybe both of them need time to cool their heels. If he wants to leave a note and disappear, that's his prerogative. He knows Dahlia's too ill to go chasing him. So she'll wait. Or she'll attend another Merrymeet alone. Not like it matters.

Well, she told him she'd disappoint him eventually. Not like he wasn't warned.

Spent and numb, she peels herself off the floor and trudges off to bed.

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