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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 21:52:59 GMT -5
"We are not of the same mind; that has never been in dispute. And perhaps you will never agree that the decisions I have made were wise. But maybe you will see that my responsibilities have, in this case at least, required them."
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 21:57:36 GMT -5
"Perhaps you should go now," Horas says. "You would not want to keep your host waiting for longer than is necessary."
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 22:01:04 GMT -5
"There is one more thing." she said slowly, without having moved an inch. "When Miss Swiftwaters visited the Palace--she strongly implied to me, in the most spiteful way imaginable, that you had taken her as a lover. Is this true?"
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 22:05:31 GMT -5
"No." Horas says shortly.
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 22:25:08 GMT -5
"Indeed." she said, gazing intently at him, her eyes narrow, but blank. She looked downwards and held her face in her hands for a moment, as she heaved a great sigh. After a s short while, she looked up at him, a look of exhaustion evident in her features. "Will you walk me upstairs?"
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 22:30:11 GMT -5
Horas nods silently, then rises to his feet and offers Tristeza his arm. "Of course."
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 22:39:36 GMT -5
At the door of the small cabin, Tristeza stopped, and reached upward to place a small, gentle kiss upon his cheek, considering him with a worried look, "I will never hurt you, if I may in any way avoid it, and I will regret immensely, with every thread of my being, on those occasions when it can not be helped, that which I must do, that will inadvertently cause you pain, or dishonor. I hope so fervently that you...both believe and understand that--and I am very, very sorry...I do care for you very much; I hope you know that, and that I have not fallen so far out of your favor that I will not be able to earn it back in time."
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 22:51:57 GMT -5
A strange expression passes fleetingly over Lord Blackwood's face, but when he speaks again he is just as abrupt. "I see. Farewell, Tristeza. Perhaps our next meeting will be under happier circumstances."
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 22:53:07 GMT -5
"Won't you kiss me goodbye?" she asked, her eyes still lingering on him.
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 23:00:50 GMT -5
Horas leans in and kisses Tristeza on the lips. After a moment he pulls away, then looks into her eyes. His own face is unreadable.
Then he turns and escorts her up the stairs onto the deck of the ship without saying anything more.
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Hope you all are well and happy.