xxiv. dictated

[immacolato]

[ The journal shows that it is indeed Lucrezia, but her voice is infinitely lighter, as if the weight of the world has been lifted from it and now her words can lilt more freely. ]

To the most gracious Cassandra Cain,

I was told you are kindly and most eager to help lost souls such as myself find my proper rooms at this certain Castle. Such that I would be grateful if you might ride fast to carry me away from this palazzo.

Perhaps my presence can bring you more joy than it has brought the master of this house, who does not seem entirely pleased by my interruption.

Most humbly,
Lucrezia Borgia

[ ooc; loss start! ]

Comments

[immacolato]

Is that so disagreeable to you, this getting personal?

[ She's sharp enough to notice that these people seem to know her, even if she doesn't recognize them. Better not to let them know that. ]

[unvarnished]

It's not usually my style.

[oh he can tell she's different, but he's sure not saying anything about it]

[immacolato]

What is commonly your style?

[unvarnished]

Telling stories, of course. I thought you picked up on that by now.

[immacolato]

Stories! I am fond of stories. Have you picked up on that yet?

[unvarnished]

Yeah, I think I have. [ugh stop being cute, Lucrezia. It's harder to not flirt when you're cute] That's why I like you.

[immacolato]

[ She laughs, the sort that trails and dies in a giggle. ]

You like me already. My charm must know no bounds.

[unvarnished]

I'm helpless against it, I'm afraid.

[immacolato]

Do you suppose I can charm you into telling me stories?

[unvarnished]

You could. I'd prefer telling them to you in person, but I could over the journal too.

[immacolato]

You would trick me into giving you an audience?

[unvarnished]

I was hoping you wouldn't figure it out so quickly. I must be out of practice.

[immacolato]

[ She laughs. ]

Perhaps you have met your match.

[unvarnished]

I can be okay with that, since it's you. [what, he can totally flirt with her, okay]

[immacolato]

[ At least the journal hides her blush. ]

But you must find me first.

[unvarnished]

Luckily for both of us, I have some experience in looking for people.

[immacolato]

It seems unfair that you must find me and tell me a story for a gift with no reward from myself.

[unvarnished]

A clever girl like you will think of some suitable reward, I'm sure.

[immacolato]

It will be a surprise then.

[unvarnished]

Okay. I like surprises.

[immacolato]

Find me then, and you will find your surprise as well.

[unvarnished]

Yes, ma'am.

[luckily this is a much smaller area to search than the entire United States of America, so he probably will find her eventually. It just might take a few hours. Or a day. Or more. Who knows?]

[immacolato]

[ Lucrezia makes no effort to hide either, even if she will likely spend most of her time at Cassandra's apartment in town. But the castle is so lovely and the gardens too, which brings there more often than not. ]

[unvarnished]

[yes, good. The gardens are nice, and it'd be a shame to be cooped up inside when it's usually so nice outside]

[immacolato]

[ She hasn't changed much --or more precisely, she would not change much when she grows older-- and he would spot her easily, lying slumped against an apple tree with her blonde hair loose about her shoulders and a yellow flower slowly losing its petals to her bored fingers. ]