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trusthell2017-03-04 06:14 pm
matchbreaker) wrote in trusthell2017-03-04 06:14 pm
I still regret every word, that day, I never said
[ This trial was a mess. Hard on everyone, filled with conflicting emotions, and the twists and turns in it made it unsatisfying for everyone involved. That's probably become the norm at this point though! As have the gatherings in the aftermath of them. This time around the letter comes under everyone's door fairly quickly into the evening, following only a short delay for those organizing it to get things together and console themselves enough to be presentable. ]
[ The dining room's set up is once again fairly simple. Hanyuu broad board games, Elda brought some rpg books though she doesn't expect anything to come of it, and there are a lot of envelopes, paper, and pens from the mail room. The mail room's going to close tonight, of course, but most of the letters will probably be written privately anyway. Elda just wanted people to be sure they knew they could.
Food wise, there's grilled meat and fish, rice, cream puffs (all Hanyuu!) Mikazuki's tea (both black and green!) and Elda's ... spicy fries. Some of them are more mild! However, the mild ones are covered in sugar so uh... that's probably not better. Either way, have at ]
Come to the dining room if you want to be with people. I will have board games, cards, food, and drink. We also will be writing letters to the dead, if you want to do that around others.
- Elda, Hanyuu, and Mikazuki
[ The dining room's set up is once again fairly simple. Hanyuu broad board games, Elda brought some rpg books though she doesn't expect anything to come of it, and there are a lot of envelopes, paper, and pens from the mail room. The mail room's going to close tonight, of course, but most of the letters will probably be written privately anyway. Elda just wanted people to be sure they knew they could.
Food wise, there's grilled meat and fish, rice, cream puffs (all Hanyuu!) Mikazuki's tea (both black and green!) and Elda's ... spicy fries. Some of them are more mild! However, the mild ones are covered in sugar so uh... that's probably not better. Either way, have at ]
Dining Room
And she's- ]
Mikazuki, which is the finest of the teas you've made?
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[ ... Mikazuki is used to her and her blood thing by now, but for a moment he can't help but stare a bit at the vial. ]
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[ Apparently, she's just going to be demanding, shaking the vial a little ]
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Were you interested in trying some, Miss El-- Miss Marker?
[ ... Damnit he was trying not to be forgetful, but he managed at least. It's just a bit of a difficult time for him, clearly. ]
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[ The vampire nods, and she takes the cup of tea. She inhales the scent of it, savoring it. She suspects it smells different to her than it would a human. After all, she's not going to be able to taste this. Cognitively, she knows this. But she also wanted to try something, wanted to...
Make a gesture, if a small one, to the sword spirit.
She takes one long, initial sip from the tea. And she gags. She tries hard not to show it, but she does, just a little, as it goes down. Ugh.
But with some of the liquid cleared out, she sets the cup down and then takes her vial of blood - and she goes to mix some in. ]
... I hope this doesn't offend the tea gods, or whatever. I just wanted to experience what everyone else seems to think is so delicious about it.
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[ If there was something that Mikazuki had been expecting... it wasn't exactly this. It was no secret to them all by now that Elda was a vampire, and even less of one that when she attempted to taste anything else other than blood that it would end up nothing more than... non-satsifactory.
Mikazuki's expression softens a bit. ]
I'm sure you've offended no one.
I think you've done the complete opposite of that, actually. I only wish it tasted at least a tad bit better to a vampire, but what can you do?
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[ She said, staring hr small amount of blood she poured into the cup with her pinky. ]
I have no idea how he avoided gagging, but he said he liked the warm feeling on his throat.
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[ Mikazuki doesn't quite recall her speaking of the man to him before, and so... he just pours himself a cup of tea, because he's always up for drinking quite a lot of it as per the usual. ]
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... she's shared so little with him ]
My late husband, actually.
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[ ... well, at least he knows now. ]
He sounds like he was quite a man.
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[ And she... actually begins to swoon, despite everything, cupping one hand under her chin and giggling ]
James Marker was the finest man I have ever, ever met. And I was so incredibly flattered he asked to be with me for the rest of his days.
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My, my that sounds like indeed a sweet romance.
Do you mind telling me what he was like? He sounds like he was a very good-mannered person.
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... Speaking of that.
Were her feelings for Hanyuu an insult to James's memory? Were they a betrayal of their love? She considers this for a moment. Does it erase that time, supersede it? Or was it just (hah, "just") and expansion? A continuation... ... Yes, she would see it that way. James Edwards had married her. James Marker had saved her life, she knew with with absolute certainty: he had saved her from her loneliness, he had given her a family and an existence beyond her pain and hatred. And, sentimental man that he was, so many of the qualities he loved in the man had killed him. Elda Marker intended to live forever, or at least until he body couldn't handle it anymore. In that regard, she always knew she would outlive her husband... and he...
... He would approve. She knew he would, and it would piss her off if not for the fact that she was benefiting from it.
... Thank you, James Marker, she mentally says to her tea. Thank you. And rest well.
She looks up at Mikazuki. ]
James was a kind man, near well to a fault. He never liked to hunt humans for their blood, and he was always the more famished for it. He suffered in many the same ways I have, but he forgave them, not wanting to continue a cycle of hatred that we could never escape from. But he was a crafty man too, operating wheels within wheels, and I know not what all of his schemes were. ... But I loved the man. He was a handsome devil too, wizened and with a very well kept beard that made him look appropriately mature before his mind caught up with him. Though I suppose, he was ever more mature than me. He was a good sixty years my senior, after all. But still, I can imagine his eyes, the feeling of his bangs, the touch of his hands...
[ . . . Ah. Of course she can. She smiles more, but she knows her eyes must be misty now. ]
He was a roguish man, the sort you never wanted to play cards or billiards against. He loved his sports, following the human teams as best he could - a vice I never, ever understood. But he was also a great father to our son, teaching him every little thing that he knew.
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Ah, I see. I'm glad that you've taken the moment to tell me all about him. Having someone to love dearly like that... is quite a very good thing, I think.
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[ She laughs a little, smiling, and wipes off the tears. She looks down at the tea. ]
Have you loved, Mikazuki?
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[ Mikazuki doesn't take a sip from his tea, and his smile... well, it is certainly a smile. But, he's never been asked that question before.
He doesn't know if he should say "was", since Killia is dead. ]
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... She wonders, if she wasn't too caught up in her own shit, if she could have noticed that at the end of that trial. ]
...Well then, you must be grateful we've worked out these letters.
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[ Mikazuki doesn't want to really talk about this, and for some reason his mind keeps wandering back... playing the image of the meeting from last week in his mind. Of Hanyuu and Elda...he wasn't blind.
He tells himself his tea is getting cold. ]
But it seems I'm not the only one lucky, so I'm happy about that as well.
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[ Really, the least she could do for everyone. Her giddy excitement and worry over her own coming happiness... well, that was hers. And it could wait. ]
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Oh well. He doesn't feel like drinking the tea he poured anymore. Still, there's a moment where he sits in silence without complaint; the perfect, dutiful image of elegant. His Master would be proud. ]
Still, I want to thank you for that.
[ He stands up, and takes a bow. ]
After all, the most we have that will help ourselves besides that information right now is each other.
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In a way, it's projection, more than observation.
She tilts her had, and then averts her gaze, finally bringing her blood-tea up to her lips to sip it.
... It's better. ]
... You're welcome, then. You've helped us plenty too.