Good. These aren't the right glasses for this, but I wanted to make sure it would fit under the bars.
[she produces a couple of glass cups, opens the bottle, and pours the wine. it's a pretty fancy wine! she slides one glass through a space at the bottom of the bars.]
This was a present from Steven. I didn't want to drink it alone.
[ he'll reach out and take the glass from where lenore slides it but when he hears how this is a wine that steven gave her it's a softer "oh" moment. not that it lingers for long as he powers through it. ]
Did he? [ fancy wine isn't his norm but he's making all kinds of exceptions right now. ] That was kind of him.
Petty reasons. I half-heartedly believed that Douman killed Steven; I thought it was more likely that it was Vlad who killed him.
[ he'll help himself to a sip after staring into his cup for a moment. ]
However, because of some implications and remarks that Douman made about Steven— [ a moment's pause as it almost seems like he was about to continue on, but he doesn't. ] Petty.
I don't know for certain, but it sounded different than I had. [ make of that if you will. sorry lenore... ] And it seemed like, to some degree, Steven encouraged some of it.
[ again. make that of you will....lenore.......... ]
Hmm. I believe he'd tell people that what we did together was his "despair" indulgence... though he was nothing but sweet and affectionate with me. I was gentle with him too, of course. He's really very romantic.
But, I think...
Despite that, he was probably always prepared to kill me.
[ law will listen to lenore quietly and will continue to drink the wine as he thinks. he's not surprised to hear what she ends up saying but at the same time, it just puts things into a strange perspective for him. ]
I could believe it; it wouldn't be surprising if that wasn't always on the back of his mind. I've gotten the impression he has reasons for it. With me, he was afraid that he'd break me. [ law takes another sip of wine. ] Or ruin me.
[ so, it's funny? sad? that steven was the one who ended up dying. who was the one who was being ruined or breaking between the two of them now? ]
[ caring about himself, is what he means and he'll take a moment help himself to a drink because, well, give him a moment to have that really sink into his bones. (funny isn't it? that a pirate's suggestion to be only selfish would be a kindness here.) ]
...if I get to see him, I will. [ it's a really big "if", honestly. ] And I did too. If I could have survived today then I knew I feel like I would have.
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I tried to warn you about Molly, but I didn't fully realize what his scheme was. It seems you were doomed from the start.
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[ ... ]
I told you should be careful of calling me things like knights and rouges.
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I suppose it may be too much to hope for a miraculous happy ending tomorrow.
[a pause, and then she kneels down and pulls a bottle from her tote bag.]
... I want you to have a drink with me. You're not allowed to say no.
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[ ha haha....but he'll just give a small shake of his head. ]
Alright. A drink.
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[she produces a couple of glass cups, opens the bottle, and pours the wine. it's a pretty fancy wine! she slides one glass through a space at the bottom of the bars.]
This was a present from Steven. I didn't want to drink it alone.
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Did he? [ fancy wine isn't his norm but he's making all kinds of exceptions right now. ] That was kind of him.
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[lenore sits down on the floor, making herself comfortable there. she raises her glass, then sips from it.]
Would you tell me why you did it? I think I might already know, but... I want to hear it from you.
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Petty reasons. I half-heartedly believed that Douman killed Steven; I thought it was more likely that it was Vlad who killed him.
[ he'll help himself to a sip after staring into his cup for a moment. ]
However, because of some implications and remarks that Douman made about Steven— [ a moment's pause as it almost seems like he was about to continue on, but he doesn't. ] Petty.
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Sounds like my suspicions were right, then.
They had a sadistic sort of affection towards Steven, didn't they? They wanted to see him suffer.
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[ again. make that of you will....lenore.......... ]
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too bad lenore doesn't know what that is, either.]
... Of course he did. [a short, bitter laugh.] Perhaps 'Despair' was right for him, after all.
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He didn't behave as though he was part of despair too much around me; you can comfort in that.
[ he would say something about lenore but he doesn't know what they had? clearly lenore was a soft spot but. you know. ]
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Hmm. I believe he'd tell people that what we did together was his "despair" indulgence... though he was nothing but sweet and affectionate with me. I was gentle with him too, of course. He's really very romantic.
But, I think...
Despite that, he was probably always prepared to kill me.
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I could believe it; it wouldn't be surprising if that wasn't always on the back of his mind. I've gotten the impression he has reasons for it. With me, he was afraid that he'd break me. [ law takes another sip of wine. ] Or ruin me.
[ so, it's funny? sad? that steven was the one who ended up dying. who was the one who was being ruined or breaking between the two of them now? ]
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I swear to God, the things he would worry about... All when he really should have been worrying about himself.
[she sips her wine.]
If you get to see him again, in Hell... tell him I miss him.
I'll miss you too, of course. I really thought we could have made it to the end of this together.
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[ caring about himself, is what he means and he'll take a moment help himself to a drink because, well, give him a moment to have that really sink into his bones. (funny isn't it? that a pirate's suggestion to be only selfish would be a kindness here.) ]
...if I get to see him, I will. [ it's a really big "if", honestly. ] And I did too. If I could have survived today then I knew I feel like I would have.
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[she knocks back the last of her wine, gathers her things in her tote bag, and rises to her feet. she looks down at him with a smile.]
Farewell, my handsome rogue.