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contact part deux
if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message
[If he is aware of it, Benedict makes no indication. He continues being the very picture of an industrious assistant.]
[ He's taken aback by that. By her clear passion. Maker, it's - It's not something good, it's not something romantic, it's - It is awful. It is a confession that for all his protestations that all he wants is her happiness, he'd willingly throw it aside for his own. That he would hurt her for his own benefit, like his great-great-granduncle, Iohann Rutyer, who'd fucking immured his wife when she'd threatened to leave him. Within him is that blood, that evil, that taints love into something evil...
He kisses her back. How could he not? When she's so passionate, so rough, so raw. He can't resist it. No sane man could. But after a moment, he breaks off, turns his face away, breathing hard, panting - ]
You should be turning away from me.
He kisses her back. How could he not? When she's so passionate, so rough, so raw. He can't resist it. No sane man could. But after a moment, he breaks off, turns his face away, breathing hard, panting - ]
You should be turning away from me.
[ Bastien snickers at length before cutting himself off. ]
No, [ he isn’t ruining anything, he isn’t making even clearly outrageous and impossible-for-several-reasons marriage jokes in front of Alexandrie unless she’s included, and most importantly, ] Madame de Cedoux will be there. She can never know that we spit. She can’t know we have saliva at all.
No, [ he isn’t ruining anything, he isn’t making even clearly outrageous and impossible-for-several-reasons marriage jokes in front of Alexandrie unless she’s included, and most importantly, ] Madame de Cedoux will be there. She can never know that we spit. She can’t know we have saliva at all.
[ For once, there is no sound of protest when he breaks from her like this. No further grasping demand, no cut-string collapse of despair. Instead, her breath like his, she lets one hand fall from his face so she can lean her forehead against his cheek and the press of her other hand turns gentle.
It was not a thing of romance or goodness, but it was true. It was true, and finally she knows they match. That she is not alone in the sometime violence of her want of him that has made her helpless and despairing. It makes the scream that lives in her fall silent. ]
Why. Because there is a beast in you that starves?
[ She breathes there against him, listens to it slowly even. ]
When I asked you for your story I wanted to listen. To think only of you, to help hold the things you carry that still wound, to be kind, and instead when you spoke of the woman who betrayed you I wanted to kill her with bare hands so I could feel it. Not because she had betrayed you, but because she had touched you.
I would not do it. I would not do it any more than you would work to lose this war. But there is blood in the way I want you, and I have been so ashamed.
It was not a thing of romance or goodness, but it was true. It was true, and finally she knows they match. That she is not alone in the sometime violence of her want of him that has made her helpless and despairing. It makes the scream that lives in her fall silent. ]
Why. Because there is a beast in you that starves?
[ She breathes there against him, listens to it slowly even. ]
When I asked you for your story I wanted to listen. To think only of you, to help hold the things you carry that still wound, to be kind, and instead when you spoke of the woman who betrayed you I wanted to kill her with bare hands so I could feel it. Not because she had betrayed you, but because she had touched you.
I would not do it. I would not do it any more than you would work to lose this war. But there is blood in the way I want you, and I have been so ashamed.
Edited 2021-04-30 16:25 (UTC)
[Benedict looks up, and Byerly's expression suddenly has him a bit on-edge.]
...form letters?
[He's telling the truth, at least.]
...form letters?
[He's telling the truth, at least.]
"I'm making a proposition, so it felt warranted to bring you something better than swill."
There's an equal lightness in John's tone, as he takes the seat, stretches out his good leg as is his habit.
"It's the strangest thing but I realized I've missed our conversations, dream or not."
There's an equal lightness in John's tone, as he takes the seat, stretches out his good leg as is his habit.
"It's the strangest thing but I realized I've missed our conversations, dream or not."
But I -
[ He struggles a moment, pressing his eyes shut. What does he want? For her to be afraid? Because she says there's blood in the way I want you, but he's seen what her viciousness looks like. She can be cruel, and can be evil; yes. But she doesn't do true violence by her hand. Even in that dream, where she was at her worst, she sent an assassin who failed in her task. That was, he expects, hardly an accident.
He, on the other hand. ]
There's madness in my blood. My sole legacy. Indulgence is - not safe.
[ He struggles a moment, pressing his eyes shut. What does he want? For her to be afraid? Because she says there's blood in the way I want you, but he's seen what her viciousness looks like. She can be cruel, and can be evil; yes. But she doesn't do true violence by her hand. Even in that dream, where she was at her worst, she sent an assassin who failed in her task. That was, he expects, hardly an accident.
He, on the other hand. ]
There's madness in my blood. My sole legacy. Indulgence is - not safe.
[ She is very still. The breath she draws through her nose is a long one. It shudders in the middle. ]
Indulgence in what.
[ For all her even and carefully enunciated clarity, she has the sound of a string that one more cadenza risks snapping. ]
Indulgence in what.
[ For all her even and carefully enunciated clarity, she has the sound of a string that one more cadenza risks snapping. ]
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