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[mansuetus]

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

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[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.

[handelaar]

The gardens? They're not very private. I can - she'll like the rest. I think.

[mansuetus]

There are some hidden places even in the gardens, and it is the only place on the ship with an aroma of romance.

[ a beat. ]

Will you tell me the name of this fortunate woman?

[handelaar]

Don't know how...

[That pessimistic thought trails off when he realizes that this entire conversation is doubly embarrassing. He has to attempt to say her name, to Lucrezia Borgia, great.]

Her name's - Heather. [Except it sounds like Hederj when he says it.] Can't pronounce it right. It's... she works in the Gardens too, you've prob'ly seen her.

[mansuetus]

Then I will help you search. But we must do in secret! If she works in the gardens, she cannot know our aim.

[handelaar]

Search. [Lu are you going to spy on them he's a little suspicious now.] Ah, yeah. Can just give her a job to do on the first level while we look.

[mansuetus]

[ she spied on her brother having sex, what makes you so different? ]

I think I will enjoy this scheme. When will we search?

[handelaar]

[Her brother isn't an exhibitionist? Or doesn't have a weird thing for his own sibling? Maybe?]

Before my tulips bloom. [Informative.] This week. Not too early, don't like mornings.

[mansuetus]

Tulips! Will I win a flower for my sweetness?

[ lucrezia, please. ]

[handelaar]

Can't be one of the tulips. They're red.

[mansuetus]

And?

[handelaar]

So they're not for you.

[About .02 seconds after he says that he 1) feels bad and 2) recalls that floriography was a Victorian thing and that Lucrezia is decidedly not a Victorian thing.

And then he thinks that Lucrezia would probably love floriography.]

Ah. There was a - practice. Called floriography. Assign meanings to flowers instead of saying shit out loud. Red tulips - [breathe man] - declaration of love.

Could give ya something different though.

[mansuetus]

[ Oh well but this is really interesting! ]

What do white say? And yellow?

[handelaar]

White isn't used much. That way, I mean. Yellow means hopeless love.

[mansuetus]

Never yellow, then! What of pink?

[handelaar]

[Oops, he snorts while trying not to laugh. Never yellow, she says, too fucking optimistic but it's endearing all the same.]

Pink doesn't mean a damn thing. Wouldn't matter anyway, only tulips on the ship are the red ones.

[mansuetus]

Then you must find another flower to give me, as red tulips are only for the lady you love.

[ a hum ]

And what does a lady give to the one she loves?

[handelaar]

I'll try.

[Finding flowers is easy. The giving part... not so much.]

There's - a lot. Depends on what kinda love.

[From someone else that'd probably be prying, but nope. Just flower talk from this guy.]

[mansuetus]

Let us say there is a lady and she loves another, all romance and charm. What will she do to show it?

[handelaar]

So uh. In love. With someone.

[Yeah he's pedantic like that.]

[mansuetus]

...Yes. In love, with someone.

[handelaar]

Here? Roses, might be easiest. Red.

[mansuetus]

A woman cannot give roses! Unless it is to another woman!

[handelaar]

[Wat.]

Why not.