"That's because you actually think about things before you get all crazy offended." She gave a wry, amused snort and a little roll of her eyes. A deep inhale of the steam wafting from her teacup helped dissolve some of her annoyance, though, and she took a careful sip.
"That's exactly what she's doing, and she's been at it for what feels like forever. Remember when I put her to sleep? I thought that would help her realize that it wasn't all about her and we could handle it, that she could afford to let some of the rest of us carry the weight instead of her being like - which one was it? There was a Greek god or something that always carries the world around in statues. You know the one I'm thinking of. I'm too annoyed to remember." She paused, giving her a sheepish, apologetic smile.
"Oh you humans." She laughs, waving a hand. "I've never understood your tendency to get bothered by things. It's such a waste of time to get offended by anything, really."
But she digressed. She listened, nodding as she picked up her tea again. "Atlas, dear." She sipped her tea, "Some people are just convinced that they know best and they are the ones to save everyone and everything. Like the Doctor, actually." She sighed, thinking for a moment. She truly wished there were an easy answer she could give her. But unfortunately... "She won't listen to what anyone says until she's ready to. She believes she knows best and will just continue to believe everyone else is wrong until proven otherwise.... or is forced to face the truth."
Lydia nodded, realizing that Missy was just verbalizing a lot of things she'd been afraid of, herself. "And ... I can't be the one to force her. She'll hold it against me and won't realize I was just trying to help."
Another sip of tea and then, since she realized that Missy's remark against taking offense meant she had the perfect forum to speak freely: "So how do I keep from strangling her until she's ready?"
Missy returned that nod. She knew Lydia was clever and quick. Far more clever than most of the other humans in town. "Precisely. Pushes from anyone not as close to her, however..." She smirked and shrugged coyly, leaving the statement to hang.
The question drew a laugh from her. "Oh, for that I'd say you should ask the Doctor. He was the one who watched over me until I was, after all. Though I imagine he'd say patience or something similar."
"I feel like lately I only go to him for stuff like this, though," she frowned. "I haven't seen him around much since Beetlejuice arrived ... do you think that'd bother him? Should I try to do something else with or for him first? I don't want to feel like a bad friend."
It was good to see Missy laugh - so much so, in fact, that it was even a little contagious. Lydia hadn't realized how much she'd needed it, herself, until she started. Then she was off, a fit of giggles rendering her breathless and leaning against the table, only really good for a few occasional squeaks of mirth.
This was certainly an improvement over how Lydia had been when she first came to the door. She may understand anger, she'd certainly felt it and fed off of it for long enough in her lifetime. But Lydia wasn't an angry person. She deserved better. This was far more her.
Something about the way Missy put it, and her tone to boot, just made her giggle a little longer. She reached up and wiped at her eyes, her cheeks red and sore from all the laughter, and sank back in her chair with a sigh.
"I needed that," she said breathlessly. "All of it. Thank you, Missy."
She smiled. It was a rare calm smile, a change from her usual manic grinning. This one was peaceful and pleasantly content. She was happy. Well and truly happy.
"I'm glad. Can't have you going about being a gloomy his now, can we?" She paused before rolling her eyes, "Well... At least no more than usual."
"A princess of nightmares should live up to her title, after all," Lydia said with a hint of a posh accent, straightening her posture. "I mean it, though, really. You're the best. Oh - and I've sold a couple of those tents. Do I give the money to you or the Doctor?"
"Oh but of course!" Missy smiled, tipping her head in deference to royalty. "My door is always open to you, dear." She meant that truly, Lydia was one of the few humans she could actually tolerate in this place.
The question gives her pause. She thinks for a moment. "Hmm. Best give it to the Doctor." She could never tell where she stood on the trust scale. Would he trust her not to pocket more than her fair share?
Lydia had a feeling she knew what had caused Missy to hesitate before answering. Personally, she'd trust her to the ends of the Earth, but then again, she tended to believe in people quite a bit. She flashed a reassuring smile.
"Okay. I'll drop it off at the stables before I meet you tomorrow. You're still coming, right?"
"Great." She hopped up and brought her cup and saucer over to the sink." I'll bring snacks and water, so you don't have to worry about packing them. See you at the board!"
With that, she ducked down and gave Missy a hug so fast that she'd have no chance to protest, then fled for the hallway. You're loved, Aunt Missy, SO THERE.
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Date: 2020-05-20 03:53 am (UTC)"That's exactly what she's doing, and she's been at it for what feels like forever. Remember when I put her to sleep? I thought that would help her realize that it wasn't all about her and we could handle it, that she could afford to let some of the rest of us carry the weight instead of her being like - which one was it? There was a Greek god or something that always carries the world around in statues. You know the one I'm thinking of. I'm too annoyed to remember." She paused, giving her a sheepish, apologetic smile.
"The tea is really good. Thank you."
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Date: 2020-05-25 04:59 am (UTC)But she digressed. She listened, nodding as she picked up her tea again. "Atlas, dear." She sipped her tea, "Some people are just convinced that they know best and they are the ones to save everyone and everything. Like the Doctor, actually." She sighed, thinking for a moment. She truly wished there were an easy answer she could give her. But unfortunately... "She won't listen to what anyone says until she's ready to. She believes she knows best and will just continue to believe everyone else is wrong until proven otherwise.... or is forced to face the truth."
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Date: 2020-05-25 06:09 am (UTC)Another sip of tea and then, since she realized that Missy's remark against taking offense meant she had the perfect forum to speak freely: "So how do I keep from strangling her until she's ready?"
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Date: 2020-05-27 12:59 am (UTC)The question drew a laugh from her. "Oh, for that I'd say you should ask the Doctor. He was the one who watched over me until I was, after all. Though I imagine he'd say patience or something similar."
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Date: 2020-06-19 03:20 am (UTC)"I - hehehe - I'll take sometimes over never...!"
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Date: 2020-06-26 02:44 am (UTC)"Well it's better than nothing, sister."
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Date: 2020-07-04 12:24 am (UTC)"I needed that," she said breathlessly. "All of it. Thank you, Missy."
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Date: 2020-07-08 12:27 am (UTC)"I'm glad. Can't have you going about being a gloomy his now, can we?" She paused before rolling her eyes, "Well... At least no more than usual."
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Date: 2020-07-12 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-13 12:10 am (UTC)The question gives her pause. She thinks for a moment. "Hmm. Best give it to the Doctor." She could never tell where she stood on the trust scale. Would he trust her not to pocket more than her fair share?
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Date: 2020-07-13 01:06 am (UTC)"Okay. I'll drop it off at the stables before I meet you tomorrow. You're still coming, right?"
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Date: 2020-07-17 02:02 am (UTC)TY for this! <3
Date: 2020-07-26 10:37 pm (UTC)With that, she ducked down and gave Missy a hug so fast that she'd have no chance to protest, then fled for the hallway. You're loved, Aunt Missy, SO THERE.