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[exercisethemind]

Well, that was certainly an interesting experience. What next? Honestly...what next?

Private to Arthur

I need some help...it's not working anymore. The herbs...they aren't enough. They take the edge off but...please. I need something different.

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[He sucked in a deep breath and tried to lean away from him again, though this meant that he almost fell out of his chair.]

Um, yeah. I guess. Castor used to tell me that.

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[his hand darted out, preventing the chair from tipping - it was more of an automatic reaction than anything else]

You alright?

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. I promise. [He frowned a little at the response, though.]

Um, thanks. [He situated himself in the chair again.]

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[he nodded, drawing his hand away]

Castor.. that's your brother? He took care of you?

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Yeah. He did. [But Pollux didn't want to talk about his brother. He adjusted his glasses on his nose.]

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he did. [But he didn't want to talk about his brother. Instead, he adjusted his glasses on his nose.]

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

I think it's sweet you were named after stars.

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Mom was probably high. Or...drunk or something.

She was kind of a hippie.

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

How delightful. [sincerely]

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Um, not really. [Pollux frowned and began to spin the pencil again. He really, really needed to do something productive with his time. He was going insane. He was an intellectual...not a prisoner.]

Have you enjoyed my company enough?

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[he leaned on his hand across the table, eyeing Pollux carefully]

Are you asking me to leave, Starling?

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I am. [He pulled one foot into the chair and looked over to him.]

My name is Pollux.

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[he cocked an eyebrow, but didn't move at all] I prefer 'starling.'

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Why?

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

It's suiting my mood at the moment.

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

What is your mood? [Pollux had no idea why he was continuing this conversation but...well, he really did need some human interaction.]

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

It's a very pleasant mood. One might categorize it with delirium.

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Oh. [A long pause.]

Why?

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Not sure. [he admitted airily] It's merely struck me.

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[He stood up after a moment and took his pencil. His always untied shoes tripped him slightly in the movement, but he was used to it.]

I...should go...

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Wait- [he held up a hand, moving to kneel by Pollux's feet, grabbing his shoelaces] Your shoes are untied.

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux stiffened slightly, as that was something Castor would constantly do for him. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and nodded, looking away and, for the first time since his arrival on the Barge, Pollux allowed himself to relax.]

Thanks...

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[Brian smiled wanly, putting a perfect bow atop each of his shoes and stood.] There.

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[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux took a deep breath and stepped back.] I should go. [It was clear that he was still awkward but...Castor was on his mind. And, in a way, Brian reminded him of him...in a strange, strange way.]

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[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

No one's stopping you. [he pointed out, crossing his arms across his chest]