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]

Did he? For what reason?

[whichwayyoulean]

[Oh god this is so awkward, he'll clear his throat] Weren't you guys...um...dating.

...Or whatever you call dating in your time. Trysting? I don't know.

[immacolato]

[ Laughing at you, mister. ]

Trysting?

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, I don't know what your fancy old-timey word is for it.

[Why must you mock him?]

[immacolato]

Are you saying he is my lover?

[whichwayyoulean]

...Wow this is so awkward just come right out and say it.

Yeah. Yeah I'm pretty sure that's what he is.

[immacolato]

[ She laughs. Too cute, Oncie, although she grows quiet soon enough. If that's true... ]

Have I been cruel then?

[whichwayyoulean]

I don't think so. You're not exactly a cruel person, Lucrezia.

[Ha ha ha]

[immacolato]

Not intentionally. But he did seem upset.

[whichwayyoulean]

He might think you're leaving, but if you don't remember him...

I'm sure if you explained it, you'd be okay.

[immacolato]

Or I can learn to remember again.

You can help me.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Not even asking his help, but demanding it, he makes a softly amused sound, there's the Lucrazia he knows]

Sure, I'll help you.

[immacolato]

[ That's the right way of doing it! ]

Tell me what he is fond of.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Oh god this is a hard question. He's going to dredge his memory of Things He Knows About Joshua and comes out depressingly empty]

Well, what man doesn't like pancakes?

[immacolato]

Pancakes? Cakes made in a pan?

[whichwayyoulean]

...


Yeah okay, I need to make you some pancakes, stat.

[immacolato]

Will they be exemplary?

[whichwayyoulean]

They will be the best darn pancakes in the universe.