[ The urge to pull sword from cane and ram it through her is strong. Very very strong. Her pale skin, her pale hair... the similarities to the Princess of Tenebrae are strong enough, but those eyes, that look, the audacity to offer him compassion...
But that would be a stab, easily traceable to him, a temporary relief for a rather large loss. It doesn't remove the urge, but it does transform it as he considers the avenues through which he can channel such intent. And, ultimately, what will be the most satisfying.
This child... he has no doubt she has seen pain, more than her years might account for. The echoes of the Lucian King ring through him, clanging painfully inside his chest before he tears them down with the same ruthlessness as had destroyed his room with. That she thinks her pain sufficient to understand him, that she thinks her present state is some sort of enlightenment, 'graduation', as if he had not faltered on occasion towards his ultimate goal-
He needs a smaller weapon. Or any proper weapon.
He needs to close his eyes and never open them again.
He needs to make her hurt worse than she thought she could hurt. Yes.
That is why he very slowly, very carefully, leans over to press a kiss to the top of her head. ]
Go. [ And his voice is very very soft. ] Read the file if you wish.
[ Which is when he steps back, steps to the side, and starts to walk towards the exit to the room, out. He doesn't care about leaving her in the room. There is nothing there that can harm his efforts. And, despite all, he will be courteous.
He bows as he opens the door for her. ]
I'll be early to dinner. With a list.
If you bring your file, I will read it.
[ She doesn't have to bring her file. The choice is hers.
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But that would be a stab, easily traceable to him, a temporary relief for a rather large loss. It doesn't remove the urge, but it does transform it as he considers the avenues through which he can channel such intent. And, ultimately, what will be the most satisfying.
This child... he has no doubt she has seen pain, more than her years might account for. The echoes of the Lucian King ring through him, clanging painfully inside his chest before he tears them down with the same ruthlessness as had destroyed his room with. That she thinks her pain sufficient to understand him, that she thinks her present state is some sort of enlightenment, 'graduation', as if he had not faltered on occasion towards his ultimate goal-
He needs a smaller weapon. Or any proper weapon.
He needs to close his eyes and never open them again.
He needs to make her hurt worse than she thought she could hurt. Yes.
That is why he very slowly, very carefully, leans over to press a kiss to the top of her head. ]
Go. [ And his voice is very very soft. ] Read the file if you wish.
[ Which is when he steps back, steps to the side, and starts to walk towards the exit to the room, out. He doesn't care about leaving her in the room. There is nothing there that can harm his efforts. And, despite all, he will be courteous.
He bows as he opens the door for her. ]
I'll be early to dinner. With a list.
If you bring your file, I will read it.
[ She doesn't have to bring her file. The choice is hers.
The game is on. ]