My God, you really are as dense as a rock at the bottom of a lake... I want to put the robes on. I'm not staying in these ridiculous trousers a moment longer than I need to.
[ it's..strange. thinking of the past in this way. in a way, it pricks at his heart — the smile he gives her is pained, but it is a smile nonetheless. ]
Gratien and I looted Barnier's manor before we made a run for it. Among our loot was your brooch...he was hellbent on keeping it for himself, for whatever reason. I wouldn't stop hassling him, however — so eventually...he told me he'd give it up if I were to beat him in a drinking contest.
[ a breath escapes him. it's something between a chuckle and a strained exhale. ]
Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for myself, I can hold my liquor better than most. We drank that entire damn tavern out. The barmaid was exasperated beyond belief. We came to a draw as a result, but he ended up blacking out — so I emerged victorious by default.
In contrast...a search across the station is nothing, really.
[ the idea of him going to such lengths for her really does make her skin crawl. the idea she was already causing such issues - gratien passed out? jacopo and him drinking the tavern out? she can almost recall the fact the slums were out of drink during that period. because of... her? ]
It seems all you're good for is causing others problems, you brute. On top of that, only by default? Your mouth is so big, it's hardly a shock you can drink even him under a table, but to think you were only capable of a win by default, why... I'd say it's quite pitiful for you.
[ even if gratien is the real brute.
anyway, is the bitch's live okay? morgana's concerned ]
If he wanted it so much, perhaps he had use for it.
[ wordlessly, he keeps walking. his pace quickens. his fists clench. he does not look at her. he does what he always does when he is hurt: push her out of his world entirely.
[ for a while, they will continue like that. wordlessly communicating a simple fact; their lives have been bloodily intertwined with chaos and turmoil, but thoroughly sewn together. she could leave, break away from him and leave him to himself.
and yet, morgana remembers a man retreating back to the slums as she looks at his back. funny, that. she used to mourn what she had, and then cut it away entirely. and now, he forces her to reconcile their lives and their future.
a selfish man.
then again: she's a witch. ]
...If you truly know it, then move toward the future.
her voice cuts through the fog of his mind — it always does. his shoulders stiffen. still, he cannot find the courage to look at her.
but he will listen. he will permit her to slip into the confines of his mind, of his world.
there is no world without her.
she speaks of the future. but losing her once, twice, has broken him.
he doesn't know if his heart can bear a third. ]
...I don't know if there is a future for someone like myself.
But I want to ensure...with whatever remains of my soul...that there is one for you.
[ a pause. ]
I'm sorry. For saying what I did earlier. I know what you're like...you take it upon yourself to comfort others, because you believe it is what you must do. I shouldn't have put you in that position.
You don't have to say anything at all...no matter what, I need you to know that.
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My God, you really are as dense as a rock at the bottom of a lake... I want to put the robes on. I'm not staying in these ridiculous trousers a moment longer than I need to.
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Oh.
[ well, whatever. he is indeed heading out the door. ]
I'll be outside once you're done.
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Where did you find these to begin with?
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[ anyways. ]
I already told you, they were afloat in the corridor. I was going about my daily ritual and...
Bam. Crimson robes that I could recognize in an instant.
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[ just saying. ]
Yes, the corridor, but perhaps my brooch floated away near it. ... Or... away from it, by now.
[ the ship is quite large, isnt it ]
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[ he arrogantly snaps the straps on his jumpsuit. why the fuck is he doing that. i guess he's just excited to be with her. ]
We'll start with Deck 4 since we're here as it is, and then move onto 3, 2 and 1. We can save 5 for last. Is that alright with you?
[ ... ]
If you grow weary, I can tend to the rest by my lonesome.
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[ ... come to think of it, she never really... ]
How did you find it... before?
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[ it's said earnestly. ]
Find what, exactly?
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[ he's an idiot!!!! ]
My brooch.
[ way back when. ]
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Ahaha...
It's, uh. Not a particularly savory story...you'd likely disapprove of my...methods.
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[ note the use of "will". she still wants to hear it!! ]
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[ it's..strange. thinking of the past in this way. in a way, it pricks at his heart — the smile he gives her is pained, but it is a smile nonetheless. ]
Gratien and I looted Barnier's manor before we made a run for it. Among our loot was your brooch...he was hellbent on keeping it for himself, for whatever reason. I wouldn't stop hassling him, however — so eventually...he told me he'd give it up if I were to beat him in a drinking contest.
[ a breath escapes him. it's something between a chuckle and a strained exhale. ]
Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for myself, I can hold my liquor better than most. We drank that entire damn tavern out. The barmaid was exasperated beyond belief. We came to a draw as a result, but he ended up blacking out — so I emerged victorious by default.
In contrast...a search across the station is nothing, really.
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It seems all you're good for is causing others problems, you brute. On top of that, only by default? Your mouth is so big, it's hardly a shock you can drink even him under a table, but to think you were only capable of a win by default, why... I'd say it's quite pitiful for you.
[ even if gratien is the real brute.
anyway, is the bitch's live okay? morgana's concerned ]
If he wanted it so much, perhaps he had use for it.
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He didn't. That's just who he was.
[ he misses it. what, exactly? hah. all of it.
jacopo turns to walk forward. ]
We should get going.
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[ morgana will follow him, wordlessly, gaze trained on the floor. ]
You do not need to look with me, if you so wish.
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[ he doesn't look at her as he says that. ]
If you're worried, don't be. I was thinking. That's all.
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[ in other words: spill. ]
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[ there's a silence. ]
There isn't...any point in mourning what's been lost. In mourning everything that I killed.
And yet...
Hah.
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They don't mourn you.
[ and they never will, jacopo.
but what she means to say is... that is the true reason not to mourn. ]
You are horrid, broken, husk of a man. The very epitome of greed and pride, dangerous to all around you. Including.. yourself.
[ so stop thinking about it. ]
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[ wordlessly, he keeps walking. his pace quickens. his fists clench. he does not look at her. he does what he always does when he is hurt: push her out of his world entirely.
how pathetic. ]
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[ for a while, they will continue like that. wordlessly communicating a simple fact; their lives have been bloodily intertwined with chaos and turmoil, but thoroughly sewn together. she could leave, break away from him and leave him to himself.
and yet, morgana remembers a man retreating back to the slums as she looks at his back. funny, that. she used to mourn what she had, and then cut it away entirely. and now, he forces her to reconcile their lives and their future.
a selfish man.
then again: she's a witch. ]
...If you truly know it, then move toward the future.
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her voice cuts through the fog of his mind — it always does. his shoulders stiffen. still, he cannot find the courage to look at her.
but he will listen. he will permit her to slip into the confines of his mind, of his world.
there is no world without her.
she speaks of the future. but losing her once, twice, has broken him.
he doesn't know if his heart can bear a third. ]
...I don't know if there is a future for someone like myself.
But I want to ensure...with whatever remains of my soul...that there is one for you.
[ a pause. ]
I'm sorry. For saying what I did earlier. I know what you're like...you take it upon yourself to comfort others, because you believe it is what you must do. I shouldn't have put you in that position.
You don't have to say anything at all...no matter what, I need you to know that.
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