Shape holds her forehead and stretches her legs, many hours later. She realizes she's forgotten to discard the rune stones back to the safe, so she quietly grabs the stones individually and tucks them under the bed on her side. And she watches as this sort of stirring has disturbed Silver's delicate rest. She addresses her with a smile, and she says, "Well, it's nothing fancy here but I hope you had a good rest. Hey Silver."
Silver shifts slightly, and makes some kind of snoozy noise. The realization that she's gone to sleep in all her clothes makes her awaken slightly faster.
"Mmh? What? Shape?" She stretches, and slowly sits up while trying to recollect the peculiar position she's found herself in.
Shape giggles. And she sits up a bit more against the back of the bed, onto her pillow. "We got a bit sleepy and went to bed is all, so I was just hoping it was a cozy bed. Maybe some good dreams... Last night was fun! We got to know each other a bit, we got to see some casual magic. We played that board game."
Silver gently rubs her eyes out, and eyes over the green lady beside her. "Magic..." The details are coming back, and she feels some amounts of unwell at the realization of things she said, of how much wine she had, how detailed her various descriptions were. This wasn't like Silver.
"It was... Something, I suppose." She rubs her arm in a somewhat awkward manner.
"Yeah. It was." Shape blinks, and then she glances around the somewhat sparse room. There's not even a poster on the wall. "You must be hungry. I'll go run downstairs and make us a spot of breakfast. What do you like to eat, Silver? For this time, anyway... Maybe an early lunch instead of breakfast if you want too." Shape climbs out of the sheets and bed gingerly, her bra strap stretched over her back in clear view of Silver.
"I... Don't really know. Anything will do, probably." Silver climbs out the other side of the bed, and looks over her clothes. She does not feel very presentable, having slept in them instead of some proper nightwear. "I might not even be that hungry."
She isn't very subtle about seeming off. She pulls out her phone and does a habitual check for appointments, messages and the likes.
Shape walks to Silver's side of the room, and she yawns. She gazes at Silver again by the door with her green eyes. "Hey, Silver, is everything all right? You seem... I guess distracted, maybe sad? I'm here for you, you know. I'm your friend. And maybe I have a few years of experience too you know." She brushes her hair from her lips.
She sits down on the bedside again, and sighs most deeply. "I said so many things, yesterday. Too much, I feel. I was just caught up in things. And I usually do not like drinking as much. I'm not even sure I was really being myself, in the end. That isn't how things are meant to be. I'm rambling, and I don't ramble often." She doesn't seem to be faring better from talking so much about it, appearing slightly stressed as a result instead. "Maybe I should just be alone soon so I can think."
Shape leans against the door and breathes in deeply in return. Her fingers wander into each other. "Hmm. I'm sorry about the drinking. Next time we should probably avoid that, yeah. But I don't think it affected you that much, I mean... Maybe you like to ramble in my presence, you know? Maybe that's just what we do as people who've gotten to know each other a little. I of course... Tend to ramble myself." Shape, now, returns a sigh. "I don't know much still. I only learned a bit more about your magic. I think that's okay. You know way more about me in comparison. Like the magic rune stones."
Silver makes a very low groan, and rubs her forehead with some fingers. "No, this isn't right. I'm incredibly stuck up and secretive about these details usually. Your magic, your... Rune stones... Did you do this? Did you make me talk?" She doesn't face Shape to ask this. It's less a direct accusation and more exploring of options she seems possible. Silver's arms cross over her stomach. She doesn't feel pleasant at all.
Shape frowns. She continues staring at her, whether or not she'll return a gaze, and she says with little charisma, "I'm many things, Silver, but a liar isn't one of them. I'm not doing shit to you... You wanted to see the rune stones, I wasn't going to show them to you and then you made me show them to you. That's on you. I didn't use them. And that's not how they work anyway. You'd have to agree to their effects if you were to be changed by any." She grabs her own knees, leaning forward. "I really just think we had a good time together. And I was open and so you felt you could be too. Is that so hard to believe? Friends sharing stuff about their lives. Trying to be friends."
Silver reaches out, to Shape's cheek. It's a soft gesture. "That's the problem. I don't believe things. I know things, or I don't know them. And if I don't know, I find out. Believing causes issues."
She quite firmly but not unkindly turns Shape's head to face her own meeting eyes, and there's a growing crackle of magic... But the only thing that comes out as the opens her mouth is a sudden sob. She lets go, wraps her arms around Shape instead, and leans her head awkwardly into her shoulder as she starts crying. "I promised..."
Shape felt a spike of her magic blood, a rush of warmth, when Silver's eyes came to meet her own. But it had nowhere, after all, to resist Silver's Silver Tongue. Alarmed, stiff, Shape places her hands on Silver's upper body, behind her shoulders, and rubs with her right hand in a slow, circular motion. She stammers, and then says, "I... I've been where you are. I've not trusted people. People have hurt me. You shouldn't feel forced to believe anything, but..." Shape's shoulders relax, and she sighs. "I didn't mean to make you cry..."
Silver shakes her head. "You didn't make me cry. I made myself cry. Maybe you're right... Maybe it was just a nice evening. Maybe I did feel like telling you these things. I wish it were easier to accept that. I've grown outright paranoid, haven't I? It feels like such a necessary, healthy concern usually but also usually it doesn't get in the way of? Proper friendship, I suppose? I've never met someone quite like you."
Silver teases a handkerchief out of her pocket and blows her nose in it before lying back on the bed and closing her eyes. There is not too much left of her general elegant nature, face marked by crying and her posture somewhat curled up in a wary and uncomfortable manner.
Shape watches Silver lie down and curl. She keeps trying to think of the right things to say... And she goes closer to the bed and covers Silver with a bit of blanket up to her shoulders, finally coming to words. "I wish people didn't lie, sometimes. You know there's a movie where the premise is that nobody's learned to lie? I know that couldn't be good, either, always telling the truth, but... It'd be better than this... putting such doubts in you. I've never met someone like you either... Wait right here, please." Shape escapes the bedroom, holding her head as she darts down the stairs. She prepares water and some oatmeal for Silver. She never felt so uncomfortable in her bedroom.
She doesn't say much to this little monologue, simply letting Shape take her leave. The blanket is nice, and she settles in a bit more comfortably below it. Other people always being honest by nature would be very practical, but the idea of having to do the same herself would greatly outweigh that. Would she be capable of such? She's not sure. She's lived off secrets and misdirection. What if she could change that...? What if she could be in a position where she simply didn't need to lie any more? There are a few ways to achieve that, certainly. Of very different flavors of ethical and good. She lets her mind spiral a bit on this thought, it's better than being upset by the here and now.
Shape comes back into the room with a bowl of cinnamon apple oatmeal and a glass of water, although the oatmeal is of course the box kind with the flavored sugar packet. She places the oatmeal and fork atop of Silver and the blanket, and then she sits beside Silver on the bed, holding the glass. "This water is for you. I'll hold it so it doesn't spill." She stares at Silver's eyes, open or closed. She wants to show that trust-- treat thy neighbor like she wants to be treated, but especially if you make it obvious. "If there's anything else I can do for you, I will. Was thinking that... You deserve to see more evidence I'm on your side, I guess?"
Silver carefully sits up, and takes the presented meal. She pries into it and has a small forkful. "Thank you... You're awfully kind to me. I suppose I've been missing out if having people be friendly and genuine is this good." She giggles halfheartedly. "It's not the same when you, ahem, encourage people to be this friendly. What do you mean, evidence? What do you have in mind?"
She smiles and pulls some of her own green hair back from her eyes. "It's no problem. I really think kindness, well placed, does anyone well... Oh, for evidence, I mean like..." She tilts her head back, and makes a silly mumbling noise. "I'll continue to be helpful and supportive and friendly. I know you manipulate people, but you're not just permanently cold or anything... Or, hell, maybe you'd need my help sometimes? In this uncaring world, I would definitely need yours too."
Her eyes fall onto the green hair, and she can't resist reaching out and running a hand through it. "Working together, helping each other, like a detective duo. Maybe we could solve come crime. It's a shame I can't as easily adapt the blue, I'm quite attached to the whole being silver thing I have going on." She pauses, has some more meal. "I wouldn't constitute that as evidence, personally, but as I've implied I'm quite peculiar about being certain of things... What manner of things would I be able to help with? You seem to get along well, in general. Though maybe my sample size is just small."
Shape glimmers. "God, that game was a lot of fun. We'll have to finish it some time. I'll take a picture of the board later so we remember what we were doing... But, I suspect, we could solve crime, yes. I wouldn't mind if you stayed Silver for that." She flushes. The light beams through the window blinds grow more obtuse in angle as the sun rises higher. "Well, we'll work on the evidence then I suppose. I think I'd want to level with you and find the happy medium... As for helping me, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, but there's a few groups of people that historically I've been at their whims and fancies. Specifically there's this organization that's almost a bit of a cult that's obsessed with magical beings, and they've tried to capture me a whole lot. I haven't seen them in a couple years, but the last time I saw them they were right here in the city. I don't want to constantly move away or become unrecognizable physically all the time, even if I have the power." She glances through the window. "They call themselves Apotheosis... Also maybe the government of Germany doesn't like me either but I'm getting ahead of myself."
Silver blinks, twice. "Um."
"Yeah," She says. "I was thinking that since you run a large operation that maybe you'd have some ability to influence figureheads of this group to leave me the hell alone. 'The one who calls themself Shape.' I swear that's the shit they've said about me... Or, yeah, I guess I could use help with some other stuff like the fact my bank account isn't doing so hot, but well, I shouldn't be asking for favors I should be getting I should be asking what favors I can do for you. Can't a person with as much magical expertise and experience, with physical shapeshifting ability, be of any use to you?"
Silver looks down into her oatmeal. "If I didn't already have large interest in keeping my magics secret, I sure would now. There's fucking organizations that hunt magic people. I'd have my means to crush them if necessary, or at least severely hinder them. But. I already have enough issues to deal with." She puts the oatmeal aside. She's not hungry any more, and instead takes the glass of water. "Not to make our friendship or partnership too transactional, but... I could spare some money, no problem. People have tended to be more cooperative and reliable when I support them. Not saying I don't trust you without, but it'd probably put my mind more at ease for the time being."
Shape takes the oatmeal up from Silver's side, and nods. "Yeah, I agree that I don't want to make things about money. They're never really about money for me if I can avoid it. But, yeah, I guess it'd be putting my mind at ease too, and I'd certainly feel pretty cooperative if I wasn't already. We'll just play into that psychology, in other words." She hums, facing the bowl and twirling the fork inside. "There's so much about the magical world you have yet to learn, though, organizations like that just being another thing. I think you'd totally crush them, for the record. And I'd fucking smile about it." She faces Silver again. "Well. I'll text you the relevant bank info later. I guess.. Well, I'm an extrovert, but maybe you're more of an introvert. What did you want to do now?"
She can't help but smirk. Usually these subconscious effects of the mind are more secretive and one-sided, but as with many things involving Shape it's a whole other thing to do it openly and cooperatively. "That sounds like a plan, then. You'll have to figure out a roughly appropriate amount, I honestly am not good with things like reasonable, not-upper-class budgets. I'd probably give you an uncomfortably high amount if you made me choose."
Silver finally puts the blanket aside, and stands up. "Well, usually when I get this far into a morning waking up in someone else's bed, I've either left by now or the person is awfully infatuated with me and... Oh, you know. Having serious mornings that lead to actual togetherness is not my strong suit. I haven't even checked my messages and business matters yet today, I've completely forgotten."
"Yeah... I'll text you an amount later. It'll be extremely modest, don't worry. I've never really been rich and never needed to be. I guess I'd be buying fancy paintings like you if I had the money, I guess, and maybe also exotic food? But yeah. What is there for a person like me to purchase in luxury?" Shape shrugs and cozies partially into the blanket herself as Silver stands. "I feel pretty infatuated, but I wouldn't say awfully, no. I guess if you need to check on the messages and business stuff I have a laptop I could let you borrow, or you could always head back and we'll just hang out again sometime soon? I'll just be bored once you're gone, if you go, but I'll find something. It's been a real treat."
"I appreciate the offer, but... I can do these things on my phone, and there's plenty of accounts and software involved that I'd rather not put on other people's devices. I do suppose I could need the time to relax and think anyhow, but it's been... An under the line positive experience being here, thank you. Do message or call if there is anything." She walks over to Shape's desk and puts down the water before putting her jacket on. She still feels rather scruffy from sleeping like this and mostly wants to go straight home so she can tend to this.
Shape rests her head back on the pillow, and she gazes at the corner of her eye at Silver. "Don't worry about locking the front door, I guess. Oh, and I will let you know if I need anything yeah. And maybe even want anything. I'm glad it's been positive, no problem." She covers part of her cheek in blanket and rolls on her side. "Hey, one more thing. You look great. Really good. And are intelligent." Maybe Shape will try to sleep another hour and a half.
Silver nods, and takes her depart. She stops by the living room, giving one last glance to the board game. She sighs, and leaves.