[ A sympathetic sentiment. Were she a mage, Alexandrie would have ripped herself similarly asunder for vengeance's sake.
Which means, perhaps, that she has finally been introduced to the identity of someone I like very much, who is likely also the 'he' in he wore the light beautifully. Who may, prior to Leander's reappearance, have taken up with the other occupant of this room.
There was a time she would have ripped herself similarly asunder for that as well. Or done it to someone else.
So: there is at least one blood mage in the room, Leander is identified as the culprit, then volunteers that he will abide by whatever story is told, which is largely a marker of cozying to power or wishing to seem to be. Putain de hommes. The two of them are playing at their own game in the midst of this, even with both the Rite and the noose laid out on the table before them, which makes the bizarre entangled enmity-alliance of sharing a beloved—
Having shared a beloved—
(Not that, not now.) More likely. Fine. She plays for herself. Looks at Isaac, raises a brow: 'You're stained already. You do it.' ]
And so we keep you alive, free, and able to do so.
I imagine you would prefer to limit the number of involved parties. If we must seek a healer elsewhere... [ assuming neither of you can do it, or you would have, ] how should you like to be brought there? We could well have found you in a Darktown alleyway, mistaken for someone who owed the Carta money. Perhaps you did owe the Carta money.
[ levelly: ] Or you could have found your way into a grief-stricken fight that turned very bad unexpectedly. [ beat ] While drinking a great deal in Lowtown.
[ Who knows. Could be anything. ]
Alternately, if non-magical skill will suffice, I shall see to you myself. Forty minutes will see you both re-clothed, and you, mon cher, acceptably salved and bandaged where it shall not be visible, and with very well applied cosmetic where it is. [ dryly: ] How lucky our skin is not overly far off matching, that you are both of a height and build with Byron, and that my carrying a large packed satchel whilst unaccompanied is extremely simple to explain.
[ u can use that time to think about what u've done and clean the floor. ]
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Which means, perhaps, that she has finally been introduced to the identity of someone I like very much, who is likely also the 'he' in he wore the light beautifully. Who may, prior to Leander's reappearance, have taken up with the other occupant of this room.
There was a time she would have ripped herself similarly asunder for that as well. Or done it to someone else.
So: there is at least one blood mage in the room, Leander is identified as the culprit, then volunteers that he will abide by whatever story is told, which is largely a marker of cozying to power or wishing to seem to be. Putain de hommes. The two of them are playing at their own game in the midst of this, even with both the Rite and the noose laid out on the table before them, which makes the bizarre entangled enmity-alliance of sharing a beloved—
Having shared a beloved—
(Not that, not now.) More likely. Fine. She plays for herself. Looks at Isaac, raises a brow: 'You're stained already. You do it.' ]
And so we keep you alive, free, and able to do so.
I imagine you would prefer to limit the number of involved parties. If we must seek a healer elsewhere... [ assuming neither of you can do it, or you would have, ] how should you like to be brought there? We could well have found you in a Darktown alleyway, mistaken for someone who owed the Carta money. Perhaps you did owe the Carta money.
[ levelly: ] Or you could have found your way into a grief-stricken fight that turned very bad unexpectedly. [ beat ] While drinking a great deal in Lowtown.
[ Who knows. Could be anything. ]
Alternately, if non-magical skill will suffice, I shall see to you myself. Forty minutes will see you both re-clothed, and you, mon cher, acceptably salved and bandaged where it shall not be visible, and with very well applied cosmetic where it is. [ dryly: ] How lucky our skin is not overly far off matching, that you are both of a height and build with Byron, and that my carrying a large packed satchel whilst unaccompanied is extremely simple to explain.
[ u can use that time to think about what u've done and clean the floor. ]