Advice?

[neurotoxicity]

Who; Watts and Ivy
What; Friends having pizza and awkwardly asking for advice. Very awkwardly.
Where; Ivy's Pizza parlor
When; 2/24
Warnings;None at the moment

Ivy Tamwood had never been good at asking other people for help. Not when it came to her job, not when it came to her Master, not when it came to her issues, and certainly not when it came to romance. No, Ivy
was about as bad as anyone could be at asking for any sort of assistance. Ironically how horrible she was at asking for help or advice was actually just serving to embarrass her more. Why was she this terrible at it? It shouldn't be this hard to just text someone, ask them to come by to talk, and then talk to them.

But it was.

A million thoughts went through her head. Like that she was just bothering someone by asking. Or that it was stupid that she was bothered enough to want advice in the first place. She shouldn't be. It wasn't that big of a deal was it? Yeah, it kinda actually was. The entire idea of the soulgaze with Harry was disturbing on it's own. The idea that you lock eyes with a wizard and then they magically get to see some glimpse into who you really truly were? That was messed up. The fact that you saw them as they were was also messed up. The fact that it was unavoidable if you made eye contact was even worse.

Though the thing bothering Ivy the most was that Harry had just neglected to every mention it was a thing. When that thought hit her she finally got the nerve to send a text to Llewellyn reading:

Free Pizza if you come by Night Owl.

Now she just had to hope he'd take the bait without needing her to explain she wanted to talk.

Comments

[neurotoxicity]

"I guess you can't completely discount luck then. Even if I am a pessimist that wants to." She could at least admit that much about herself. It wasn't entirely fault, there was also the fact that she'd been conditioned to think she'd never be able to get the life she wanted, but that conditioning didn't matter here. Not entirely and she was slowly trying to fully come to terms with that.

"We're not supposed to," she said with a casual shrug. "But I guess what we're supposed to doesn't matter. Piscary isn't here. No other living vampires or undead are. There's no hierarchy to follow." Which was sometimes difficult to wrap her head around, but here they were.

"Thank you. You've just set yourself up as the person I call. Hope you're ready." She laughed and shook her head. "You sure you don't want two for it? Seems like a tiny price to ask."

[gadaboutdetective]

“Not supposed to… Hm…” That seemed sad, really… Though there were a lot of people, even humans, who also tended to believe talking about your feelings and the like was an absurd notion. His inspector got fairly annoyed and huffy every time something like that came up. “Well, as you say, he isn’t here to discourage it. You get to do things differently, as you like or wish to try.” He smiled awkwardly, gesturing at the pizza place around them. “And you’ve made a pretty good start at that, I’d say.” So he hoped she kept trying, both exploring things in her own way and talking to people instead of bottling it all up. Easier said than done, but today was a good start.

Llewellyn chuckled a little at that, “You’re always welcome, Ivy.” He hoped she knew that already, though. The detective liked that he could be there for a friend. She had been there for him plenty after his return from his world, after all. “I am always ready, and even when I’m not… I like to think I’m adaptable.” he responded with an amused rise of his brow. Picking up a last slice of pizza and considering it before taking a bite. “Hmm… One pizza would be plenty, but!” He added with another grin. “I’ll never complain if there happens to be two once in a while.”

[neurotoxicity]

"Thank you." She chose to not elaborate further on the not supposed to topic, for her own sake and his. It wasn't entirely pleasant to think about the fact that their lives were meant to be decided for them. Not in that way that was predetermined destiny so much as the fact that had a very strict set of social rules they were expected to follow. One step out of line would go very badly for most. She'd been lucky in a twisted way that Piscary 'loved' her.

"I'd give you an 8 out of 10 for adaptability." She said with tiny smirk. "I'll keep that in mind. One is enough but potentially leave room open for two." Or at the very least one to share as they talked and one for him to take home.

[gadaboutdetective]

“An 8 out of 10, hm? That’s a decently high grade, so that’s a good sign.” He responded with a small grin in return, finishing off another slice of pizza and gesturing at the table lightly. “It’s always good to be prepared for the possibility of the need for more pizza.” He added, and the detective would never say no to the option of taking a pizza home. They were working on their cooking skills, but Llewellyn still tended to rely on bringing things home instead, given his general distraction when he made the attempt.

Llewellyn finally set his plate aside, though. “But I do hope your next conversation goes well, Ivy.” He had a feeling it wouldn’t be an easy one, not for either of them… But it would need to happen. “And let me know how it goes, or if you need to talk.”