Meetings
In the center of the room lies an ornate cedar wood desk, cluttered but just short of messy, with various sheet music piled on top. The bookcases on each side are in a similar state, books shelved away neatly were it not for the lack of any semblance of alphabetization.
The boss of this domain can often be found with his feet up with no regard for decorum; a casual enough atmosphere for casual enough chats, surely.
Those who venture into the palace to seek out the emerald green door will find it's different than usual, sturdier, with a particularly bright sheen and emblazoned with an insignia.
The door is also always closed, though whether it's locked or not depends on when you visit.
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The unexpectedness of his smile - sincerity making itself know when she'd been unprepared to look because she was so worried and distracted by everything else. She's overwhelmed, caught unawares by its fragile brilliance. Yet this is what she had been seeking last time. Not... this exact expression, she hadn't ever imagined this one. She should be satisfied to have found it. She wants to keep it safe and secret, forever.
(But they don't have forever.)
Her chest tight, she smiles up at him, something tender and sad settling between them. Softly, almost melancholic, she echoes words he's said to her once before: ]
How could I say no?
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Next time, then. [ They don't have forever, but they still have "next time" because the story must go on, but that doesn't mean he can't take full advantage of it while it is. ]
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[ Rushed... Is that happening again tonight? And here she is, giving the Villain gifts when someone might die tonight. This night or another night. She can't be sure it won't be her - and she can't count on the safety of this room and this space with him. Would he stop it if it was her? Could he? What would this wretched fairy tale do to him if he dared?
... Would her world not attempt to draw her back if she died? After all, the story must go on. Without its Heroine, there isn't a story at all. ]
Tea aside - is there no time at all to talk?
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We can talk. Just-forgive me if I need to be rude in the middle?
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If you earn it.
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Mmhmm. So, what do you want to talk about my lady?
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Maybe... ]
Since we are short on time... Could we talk about the... dead?
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Eh? Why do you want to talk about Zola?
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Oh? What'd it say?
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You don't know? [ A tilt in the other direction. ] It said we were doing our best and to protect the mirrors.
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I told you I hated spying, hm? Even here, that's something I won't do.
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Yes, I remember. I think about your words every time I leave this room.
[ Whether good or bad, she remembers everything they've talked about. She remembers everything about him. ]
These notes just felt - out of place...?
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[ Not that it seems like he's inclined to do now, mind. To the question though, he shifts a bit as he settles into a comfortable position, one leg crossed over the other. ]
Hm? Because they were "kind"?
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One was kind, yes. They didn't match any of our handwritings and... it did not sound as though they were currently in our position.
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[ "A man can dream" his smile says. ]
But you think they're still part of the game?
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My lady, you're not forgetting the part I play, are you? Their stories are over, and anything significant beyond that, would be off script.
And I can't let the story veer off course.
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[ Just like she never forgets her part. A smile thatβs more automatic than anything else. ]
I ask because at worst you will not answer. That leaves me in the same spot I was at before, so essentially I donβt lose anything by asking, no?
Thank you for your answer regardless.
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I wish that was the worst thing.
[ Small text intentional, but then he shakes his head. ]
Did you have anything else to ask me, my lady? Like my favorite color, perhaps?
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Oh, all right. What is your favorite color?
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Red, I think.
[ Because that color looks best on Lady Melissa. ]
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I won't forget. Mind if I ask one? [ Well he sorta did, but he bounced off hers. ]
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You may.
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