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[exanimatus]

[Lucrezia]

I'm much more myself tonight. Shall we?



[Morgana]

I still have that shirt. Would you like it back?

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[heloise]

And here I prepared myself for a longer wait.

[exanimatus]

Did you doubt me? I promised by the end of the week.

[heloise]

If I doubted, it was only over how much sway my awful charms have over you.

Will you give me half an hour?

[exanimatus]

[.......wow, she worded that in the best possible way. he's kind of shocked.]

--Yes. That's fine.

[heloise]

[ Does her eloquence means she gets to tell you stories over 1001 nights, Zelman?

And she comes before half an hour, dressed in pale blue, keeping an eye out for a red-headed man as she strolls along the balcony. The upper tier is off-limits for her now, she made promises to that effect. ]

[exanimatus]

[hey, good eloquence is hard to find. good stories are even more elusive.

of course, Zelman'll show up just as she starts looking around for him--but on the upper tier, leaning down over the minimal railing. he's dressed like he always is, very casual. that seems to be a theme, with him.]

Yo! [he props his face up on his hand.] The view's better from up here, you know.

[heloise]

[ She turns toward the sound and chuckles. He always seems so effortless to her, and the word that comes to mind is her favorite one. Sprezzatura. ]

Would you promise to catch me if I fall?

[exanimatus]

Only if you'd like me to.

[not to suggest that she's one to enjoy putting herself in certain-death situations or anything like that. he's just a fan of falling, and extends that courtesy to others.]

[heloise]

[ She leans back against the balcony so she doesn't have to crane her neck to watch him. ]

If I would be in no danger when I join you there, I would be keeping a promise.

[exanimatus]

Someone's keeping you out of trouble, hm?

[and that would mean he has to be on his very best behavior... so he has to think about it a little. ultimately, though, he thinks it's a funny idea.]

...All right. I swear, on my Blood, that you'll be in no danger for as long as you're in my company tonight.

[heloise]

Several someones. [ But from her smile, she doesn't seem to mind it at all. ]

Will you help me climb or shall I take the stairs?

[exanimatus]

[he... offers a hand down? :3]

[heloise]

[ She laughs first because he's not serious, ...right? Still she hoists herself up to perch on the balcony before taking his hand. ]

[Zelman;]

[scinlae]

Actually, yes I would.

[Morgana;]

[exanimatus]

Mm. [yes good excellent.] I have a date tonight, but I'll be along when the sun starts to rise.

[Zelman;]

[scinlae]

[ A soft hum. ] Take your time, you know where to find me.

[Morgana;]

[exanimatus]

I do.

[and he will not disappoint! and though it really will take him until sunrise, he'll show up again just like he did that night.

well, okay, this time he's not covered in blood or leaning in the doorway, and he much more resembles a gentleman than a crazed animal. but the thought is the same.]

[scinlae]

[ Either way he gets a smile when she opens the door. A gentleman is much kinder to her floors than a crazed animal, although she is not honestly complaining. ]

It looks like the night treated you well.

[exanimatus]

The same can be said of you. [he hands her back that shirt first, folded neatly.] You're recovering well, I take it?

[scinlae]

As long as I do not close my eyes.

[ She takes it without pause, stepping aside to allow him in. ] I am. [ Her hair hides the marks well; one of there reasons she has simply kept it down. ]

[exanimatus]

[he'll step inside, of course.]

Then we are both fairly well-off overall, I think. The both of us should be fully healed in another day or so. [he finds something to lean on--the back of some piece of furniture--and pats his chest a little. right over where he'd dug bits of metal out the other night.]

[scinlae]

[ With the door closed she hangs the shirt on a nearby chair, to be forgotten. ]

I am glad to hear that. [ Her attention drifts to the spot, memory of blood still fresh. (showing up on her doorstep covered in blood is not easy to forget) ] Do be careful in the future, silver does not appear to agree with you.

[exanimatus]

So you noticed. [he shakes his head a little.[ What did you end up doing with those, anyway?

[scinlae]

I did. [ Little hard not too. She motions towards the small kitchen off to their right. ] Nothing as of yet, they are beside the sink.

[ No point in wasting good silver so she didn't throw them out. What she wants to do with them, however, is something she has yet to decide on. ]

[exanimatus]

[he looks in that direction and sniffs the air. it still smells like him, though the blood would have long since turned to dust.]

It's disgusting stuff. But maybe you can find some use for it.