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[mansuetus]

Character: Lucrezia Borgia (» 010 » 080).
Canon: The Borgias.
For: Ataraxion

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[thenormalsquint]

[Left outside Lucrezia's door are two chocolate covered cherries wrapped in a baggie and a small sketch with only the name Angela ♥ scrawled in the lower right hand corner.]

voice; forward-dated yay hiatus

[handelaar]

[His voice isn't muffled, even though he sounds like he wants to put his face in his hands.]

I um. Need some advice, on something.

voice; \o/

[mansuetus]

Tell, I am listening.

[ and perhaps she is very curious. ]

[handelaar]

[There's an awkward pause where he debates between the words "girlfriend", "lover", or just saying her name, but after a huff he just spits it out in a rush:]

I'm telling my girlfriend I love her.

[So fucking awkward he should've used text.]

What's, um. A romantic way to do that. On the ship. Can't just show up and give her the damn flowers.

[mansuetus]

[ oh her day is just made.

Possibly her month, too. ]

You must take the to the gardens. To one of the floors where there is not much crowd, and you must hold her hand as you walk and kiss it when you come to a half. And then, you must look her in the eye and tell her you love her.

text.

[deprecate]

We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

text.

[mansuetus]

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

You know it well.

text.

[deprecate]

I'll not lie, I got a Bible in my locker couple of jumps back. Been having myself a reread at the minute, times being what they are.

How are you, Lucrezia?

text.

[mansuetus]

may I come to look upon it once? your bible.

unharmed. yourself? these had been trying times indeed.

voice, private lock.

[jilt]

My dear, have you a moment for me?

voice, private lock.

[mansuetus]

As many moments as you would like, sweet Irene.

voice, private lock.

[jilt]

I believe I've seen something of yours, my love. Unintentionally, though I feel I must tender an apology all the same.

Re: voice, private lock.

[mansuetus]

[ she is silent for a long moment; unsure that she should ask, and at the same time - ]

What did you see.

voice.

[naytheist]

[So perhaps Cesare was intending to apologise, but unfortunately that isn't quite in his repertoire. His message sounds more matter of fact and cold than he had quite intended it to be, but he's trying.]

I can still aid you with your wedding, if you wish.

voice.

[mansuetus]

[ guess who is still sour. ]

Would it not be too horrid for you to look upon me?

voice.

[naytheist]

[Omg, stop it. He's trying so hard here.]

No, Sis. Never. You know that.

voice.

[mansuetus]

[ defusing a borgia girl is hard ok ]

Do I. I am not so certain I bring you anything but suffering, Cesare.

[ and it breaks her heart to think of it. ]

voice, private.

[northerner]

Arya is missing, as is Corvo. Lucrezia, Nathan is forming teams to search for them. I must accompany him.

voice, private.

[mansuetus]

Search for them.

[ she doesn't ask 'where' because that would be stupid. people so oft lose their way in the ship but his sister or corvo are not the kind to go so lost. it is worrying. ]

How deep will you go?

voice, private.

[northerner]

As deep as need be. There's no telling how far they've gone. [ a beat, then-- ] There's so many other missing, Lucrezia. Please promise me you'll not join their ranks.

voice, private.

[mansuetus]

You mean for me to promise I shall not follow you if you too would go amiss?

[ robb :| ]

voice message » private

[skjalf]

My dearest, I would tell you something. I.. ( she can do this. she can. ) that is to say, your lord brother has informed me of his state as a married man.

Thus, I have had no choice but to leave him. Please, look in on him for me from time to time? I would know that he is as well as he might be.

( and after a prolonged silence, as the sadness grows heavier in her tone: )

You should know that part of me shall care for him until the day I die. And I hope that you and I might continue to be friends.

voice message » private

[mansuetus]

[ it will take a little while for her to answer as her stunned silence would take a few moments to get over but once she will, her voice will sound as per usual with a hidden, clear edge. ]

My sweet, he must be jesting. Cesare is not wedded, I would know of it, of course. He would not hide such from me and I would never think to hide such from you.

voice message » private

[skjalf]

( elizabeth inhales a shaky breath of air, and shakes her head in silence, though the gesture can't be seen. all at once she can see his face before her eyes, the anguish and anger bright in his eyes and evident in the tension of his jaw and the grit of his teeth. and she finds it difficult not to weep all over again. )

On my word, he did not appear to be jesting. He was angry. At the situation, I believe. But..

( god, this is hard. )

It appears that we have both been kept in the dark. There is a woman in France who already calls him her own. As I had wished to.

Fortune laughs at me. It is only now that I begin to realize how dear he is to me.

voice message » private

[mansuetus]

In France?

[ her voice betrays her surprise; the last time she had been in her land, she was held hostage by the french king. that cesare has taken a french bride is impossible but elizabeth would not lie which means lucrezia was lied to.

that he kept secrets from elizabeth is one thing; from her, another. ]

Whose very king held his own sister hostage.