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[ofhope]

[Lucrezia]

I'll be there soon.

[ Could not sound happier about preparing to waltz onto a death ship, really. ]

Where are you? Are you still alive? Princess?

Lucrezia. Lucrezia. Lucrezia. Lucrezia. Lucrezia.

[ ... ]

Lucy.

[/Lucrezia]

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[heloise]

[ That feels so alien. Someone who cares. The ones here only want to hurt her or lock her away, is that how he feels everyday? ]

A kiss...?

[ofhope]

I can see you right now... It's easy.

[ He strokes the journal as the words appear, then lifts the book up to lightly touch his lips against the page, just below the words. ]

[heloise]

[ But Joshua, you're not wearing lipstick. Still she hears it, though she hesitates before doing likewise. It leaves no mark on the paper, would he know? ]

Sogni d'oro.

[ofhope]

[ He can hear her breath if nothing else, and that's enough. He doesn't move away much, murmuring softly, though the accent is clumsy at best, ]

Farò dormire quando siamo insieme, e si può...cantare un canto nuovo.

[heloise]

[ And Lucrezia thought she was giving him homework to keep his mind off of other, less pleasant things.

She chokes back a sob and a laugh, not over his accent either. It aches in but she doesn't want it to end. She wants so much to be with him, she wants to be there and feel his lips when he speaks. ]

Ti canterò la ninnananna.

[ofhope]

[ He wanted to save the surprise for when Abel was around, to impress them both at the same time. His accent is still lacking, though he occasionally tries. This situation feels dire, though, even to him. He can't help it. ]

Uno scuro?

[heloise]

[ She chuckles some more, sounding slightly shrill if only because she is still catching her breath between the sobs. She buries her face in the journal as if it would bring him closer. ]

Il più scuro. Il più dolce troppo.

[ofhope]

[ He sounds surprisingly calm during her episode, although his breathing is somewhat quicker than normal; heartbeat faster. She can't die before he reaches her, at least. He needs to be there. ]

Non lo sono tutti?

[heloise]

Tutti quelli che mi piacciono.

[ Lucrezia is lying curled up somewhere with the journal as her pillow, feeling like maybe this is death. The last bright light before the end. She doesn't think he will succeed in rescuing her, maybe there is nothing left to save, but she wouldn't be alone then. ]

[ofhope]

Non ci vorrà molto.

[heloise]

Tell me how to say... arrivederci, in the American language.

[ofhope]

Goodbye, but see you soon is less final.

[heloise]

See you soon.

[ There's a little smile there. He's even welcome to laugh at her own accent. ]

[ofhope]

[ He does laugh, but it's affectionate. Because it's really adorable. ]

See you soon.

[heloise]

[ She sighs, a smile, then closes the journal before anything exciting happens. They are better told second hand when she can hide the parts he would not like. ]