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pontificus) wrote2018-10-27 06:34 pm
pontificus) wrote2018-10-27 06:34 pm
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[After the bombshell of news that Cesare receives, he wastes no time. He quickly folds Jon's note, placing it in his pocket, and walks into his apartment to find Lucrezia. His shoulders are stiff, his fists clenched.]
Jon Snow.
Jon Snow.
[She is flipping through a book of poetry that she's found, legs propped up on his couch. She hears him coming, and eyes flick up with a soft smile before she sees the look on his face.
And the name that comes spilling from his lips.]
Yes? [What is she supposed to reply with.]
And the name that comes spilling from his lips.]
Yes? [What is she supposed to reply with.]
On that blasted ship. It was him, was it not?
[Unless there is some other person out there named Lucrezia, something which he finds exceedingly unlikely. He's not sure how he feels yet. He just has to ask her, has to confirm to help him make sense of it all.]
[Unless there is some other person out there named Lucrezia, something which he finds exceedingly unlikely. He's not sure how he feels yet. He just has to ask her, has to confirm to help him make sense of it all.]
And if it were? I do not come seeking out the name of the woman you lied with to gain your own form back.
[She places the book down at him. Would he be a hypocrite? As if it is not hard for her to know he lies with others.]
[She places the book down at him. Would he be a hypocrite? As if it is not hard for her to know he lies with others.]
I cannot cook, but I could have food sent here and wine.
[His clumsy efforts at courting.]
[His clumsy efforts at courting.]
That is different.
[In truth, he can't really remember her name, or knows if he even asked for it. He would recognise her and give her a smile if he saw he again, but it was purely a transaction for the two of them.]
Are you telling me that it is him, or are you denying it?
[In truth, he can't really remember her name, or knows if he even asked for it. He would recognise her and give her a smile if he saw he again, but it was purely a transaction for the two of them.]
Are you telling me that it is him, or are you denying it?
I knew it. [She refuses to answer him, standing now from the couch.]
You know what this place asks of me. Am I not allow to know the soft touch of a man? Am I not allowed to feel loved? [She cocks her head to the side, daring him to answer her. She should remind him that she has not yet signed the contract.]
You know what this place asks of me. Am I not allow to know the soft touch of a man? Am I not allowed to feel loved? [She cocks her head to the side, daring him to answer her. She should remind him that she has not yet signed the contract.]
It sounds lovely. I can be over in an hour if it suits you.
[He frowns hard, his tone becoming more intense than he had planned.]
Of course you may. You are loved. Mightily.
[He loves her so much, and yet she seems to think she he does not? It is foolish, and their conversation is moving to a topic that he does not like.]
Will you not ask how I know? He has been talking about you, Lucrezia.
Of course you may. You are loved. Mightily.
[He loves her so much, and yet she seems to think she he does not? It is foolish, and their conversation is moving to a topic that he does not like.]
Will you not ask how I know? He has been talking about you, Lucrezia.
[She still looks at him, brows furrowed. It is clear she is still cross, not sure where this line of questioning is coming from. She softens a little though when he tells her Jon has been speaking of her.]
What did he say? [She blinks, still trying to stay firm, but clearly caught off guard.]
What did he say? [She blinks, still trying to stay firm, but clearly caught off guard.]
He is a direwolf. He reaches to about my waist, but he is gentle with my friends.
He won't hurt you.
He won't hurt you.
[Her expression becomes gentler and he frowns. That is not how he meant it.]
He spoke of bedding you, Sis. We spoke of sharing you. Together. Before I realised who we were discussing.
[He sounds disgusted, horrified that anyone would say such things about Lucrezia Borgia. He's too startled and caught up in his own thoughts to realise that nobody actually did.]
He spoke of bedding you, Sis. We spoke of sharing you. Together. Before I realised who we were discussing.
[He sounds disgusted, horrified that anyone would say such things about Lucrezia Borgia. He's too startled and caught up in his own thoughts to realise that nobody actually did.]
What? [Her smile quickly disappears at hearing what Cesare tells her. She cannot think of Jon saying something so crude about her, not the way he revered her.]
We? [She continues to question him, raising a brow back at him. So he himself would be so crass then, too? Even if Cesare says he does not realize it was his sister he was speaking about, he would still regard another woman in that way, the same way he is wanting her to be appalled at (in the manner she is appalled at).]
We? [She continues to question him, raising a brow back at him. So he himself would be so crass then, too? Even if Cesare says he does not realize it was his sister he was speaking about, he would still regard another woman in that way, the same way he is wanting her to be appalled at (in the manner she is appalled at).]
I know. I would not enter your place if I had thought you would.
I will see you shortly, Jon.
I will see you shortly, Jon.
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