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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia writes with a steady hand. ]

This castle is graced no longer by the presence of the Most Eminent Cardinal Cesare Borgia. All matters pertaining to him, which may yet remain outstanding owing to his sudden departure, shall be brought to me for my consideration.

His Eminence's sister
LUCREZIA BORGIA

[ Only she would respond to few if any messages and neither will she be in her quarters, having decided that too many would disturb her there. She is in her brother's room, lying on his bed with her eyes closed with a letter clutched to her chest.

The door is locked. ]

Comments

[pompous_today]

[Simon first goes to Lucrezia's room and knocks- then, getting no reply, decides she's either not there or doesn't want visitors and simply writes.]

I do not expect a reply to this, but you know where to find me. When you're ready.

[heloise]

[ And she doesn't. She wonders when that will be, maybe then she can bring herself to at least say thank you. ]

[assassino]

[NO..................]

[heloise]

[ ALL HIS FAULT )': ]

Lady Lucrezia

[impetuous]

[ Poor thing. Gwaine has only one way to solve problems like this. ]

If you ever want company, I've a bottle of red wine I've been saving for a special occasion.

Might be I'll even think of another poem for you.

Gwaine

[heloise]

[ This takes longer than it should. Hours or even days? She can hardly tell. ]

What would this poem speak of?

[i_got_this]

[South knows what having a brother is like, and for all she bitches and moans about North being here, she knows it was worse when he wasn't, so she's going to help Lucrezia the only way she knows; show up at her door with a metric ton of booze and knock for ten minutes straight (okay, it was probably only two, before she huffs off back to her room.)]

Hey. Where are you at? I've got some choice Tennesee Whiskey with your name on it.

[heloise]

[ As lovely as South has been, her voice just reminds her of Cesare, because she always has reasons for her actions, doesn't she? It likely took her days to even write back on the journal. ]

Would this whiskey make me happy?

Lucrezia

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm sorry, Lucrezia. [And he is. Oh honey no, you're supposed to be happy here] ...Anything I can do?

Once-ler

[heloise]

[ The reply comes late, hours late or is it days? ]

Practice my song.

Lucrezia

[secondchances]

[She feels bad that her first reaction is relief. No Cesare means no chance of Ezio murdering someone. As sad as this is bound to have made Lucrezia, it's probably for the best. Not that she can SAY that.

She tries Lucrezia's room, but it doesn't seem like she's there. She hangs out in stairwell and pulls out her journal.]

Lucrezia? Where are you?

Stephanie

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia thinks twice before replying, maybe even thrice, four times. Steph would trace her down to the ends of the world, she thinks, and the thought lends relief but not enough.

She wants company but doesn't. ]

Somewhere I do not wish to be.

Lucrezia

[scinlae]

My sweet lady, please allow me to see you. This is not a pain you should endure on your own.

Morgana

[heloise]

[ The answer comes late, enough to have Morgana perhaps think Lucrezia means not to. But she thinks she would understand about loss, she has always seemed so sad to her. ]

They say grief deepens in solitude.

Lucrezia

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel probably could track her down if she wished to- advantages of being psychic and all. But she knows and understands the need for space, so she writes simply:]

You know that you are always welcome with me, pinig. I will be here, should you have need of me.

-Galadriel

Galadriel

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia appreciates that, the space she allows, if only because she isn't sure now how she should act when around people. She is too tired for that. The reply comes some time after, hours or even days, if she can keep track. ]

What does it mean, pinig?

[ Lucrezia ]

[fantasies]

[Oh. Family.

He knows that feeling.]

It'll be okay, Lucrezia.

[ Henry ]

[heloise]

[ No, it won't. Because she has learned how to lose, she thinks, trinkets and innocence and loved ones, but this is Cesare and she doesn't know how to lose him.

It takes her a long time to respond. ]

Thank you.

Lucrezia

[ofhope]

[ Wow... Mixed feelings. Cesare was the ultimate cockblock. At the same time, this is going to make Lulu emo. Joshua can only imagine how bummed he'd be if Rosette was around and then left. Worlds would blow up. ]

Are you drowning in everyone's condolences, yet?

Joshua

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia would blow up the castle if she thinks that would bring him back, only she thinks that would only turn Paradisa against her and this is probably a punishment for something terrible she did. Besides, she feels too tired to do anything, even reply to his message on time, taking so long to finally reply.

Would Cesare have wanted her to speak with Joshua? ]

Almost.

written;

[ex_garroter234]

[Welp..........]

Matters such as what?

written;

[heloise]

[ She responds after some time, days perhaps. ]

Such as your service.

dictated → forever

[msattentionspan]

[She doesn't really realize that the journal is gonna catch her loud-ass mouth, but it's a journal and she does read it every once in a while.]

[She reads aloud. Most the time that just happens. Soft murmurs of the words.] eminent... Cee-zer. [she's thinking this person knows way too many words.]

sudden... depart - huh.

Lou-cree-zhuh Bore-gee-uh. [Her head tips. Staring at the whole of it now that she's read it.

Oh, it's a good thing the journal can transcribe this the right way, because she just massacred all of those names.]

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia notices the response some time later, squinting at the words to find out what they mean... before it dawns on her. She takes offense at his name more than hers. ]

Cesare. [ Like César. Caesar, because that's who. ]

Written

[jimfromit]

How unfortunate.

Written

[heloise]

[ She responds much later. ]

For you?