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[ Lucrezia is in one of the lounges! Sprawled on one of the sofas, fingers busy turning a pendent of gold in the shape of a sea-horse. There are no poems today, no joyful greetings, something is different. She looks more pensive than anything else but there is a shade of concern there as well as quiet annoyance.

When she speaks, her voice is devoid of any of it. Her eyes still focused on the sea-horse. ]

A riddle, Tranquility.

How to mourn for someone who does not deserve it?

If your duty demands it and you have no desire to - do all men need to be mourned for? Is it a a more grievous sin not to mourn than it is to speak false words of grievance?

[ a beat. ]

Perhaps I must fast again.

[ a moment later she puts down her necklace, smiles. ]

I would have a cup of wine with your answer, if any of you have some to spare. You will join me in the lounge.

[ and it is not a question. ]

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Good.

[That's the right answer, and he grins at her before he raises his wand more decisively.]

Accio cakes!

[And he's got specific ones in mind, actually--these horribly wonderful little black-and-white cakes with white cream inside, two in a packet, kept in the cupboards of the kitchens. A man could eat fifty of those in a single sitting. So it's those that he Summons, and--

There's a moment, and then a distant bang, and Sirius smiles.]

We have to wait a bit. It's difficult to do the Summoning charm when there's lifts and things in the way-- [But then there's another loud BANG!, closer this time-- and a moment later, in come the cakes in their packet, whizzing overhead. They fall to the sofa, just beside Lucrezia.]

And there you are.

[ she looks overly curious as the bangs and the clatters are heard, wonders what in the name of God he's doing and then - cakes! She claps her hands, something between amazed and truly amused. ]

A wonder!

No, a cake!

[He corrects her cheerfully as he seizes on the packet and tears it open, offering her the first.]

A wonder cake, maybe--a wondrous Sirius, you could say that as well, I wouldn't mind hearing it. D'you want anything else, while I'm fetching things for you?

[ Impulsively, she bends her head, presses her lips to his cheek. ]

I would simply thank you.

[....wow. That's not fair. It's not as if Sirius doesn't get kissed--he gets kissed all the time! sometimes when he's not even looking to be kissed!--but this is Lucrezia, who is terribly pretty and a lady and all right, so he's not made of stone, it's a sweet little kiss, and he grins immediately.]

Oh, really. And is that how they thank people, where you're from? When can I move there?

It is! It is the Roman way to kiss both cheeks. Have you not heard?

[ she's not even making this up. ]

And you must never come to Rome! I fear what you would do there. With all the wine and the women who will surrender to your charms and all the long summer dance balls. A terrible idea.

No, hang on, I thought it was the French that did all the cheek kissing. And it's both cheeks anyways, isn't it, not just one.

[He's on to you, miss, you and your flirty cheek kissing!]

Ooh, yeah, but that all sounds horrible. There's nothing I hate more than wine and women surrendering to me. Do they wear lovely dresses, these women? Are they half as pretty as you?

Then you have not been to Rome, for it is common there too. I shall kiss your other cheek, if you shall request it.

[ hush hush, he likes it. She giggles into her cup/ ]

I am a vain creature, Sirius Black, I would not speak of their beauty but their dresses are divine.

Ah, well, that's very sweet of you, to compliment your dresses. But that's only because you could wear sackcloth and a length of rope and still look like a thousand galleons and outshine even the most divinely dressed, innit. I know you.

[And, expectantly, he turns his other cheek toward her, waiting for that kiss.]

Go on.

A sackcloth! I would not dare to prove you right, which would mean we would have to assume you are indeed correct.

[ and then she bends again, presses her lips to his cheek again; softer this time, a more affectionate gesture. ]

There. And my debt is paid.

[With a huge sigh, he flops back, collapsing right onto the floor like a puppet with all strings cut.]

And I can die happy. Oh, sweet Lucrezia, you are the best the best the best. I'd write you a poem but I'm crap at poetry, and also I'm dying happily now.

[ Sirius Black. She giggles, peeks at him from the edge of the couch. ]

How shall I revive you?

[He's shut his eyes, because that's what you do when you're dead, you lay about with your eyes shut--but at her question, he lets one creep open.]

Another kiss ought to do it.

One more and you shall be alive again?

[ why are you humoring her games, Sirius Black. ]

So alive.

[These games are the best games okay. And so he's laying there, collapsed, eyes still closed--but he's definitely smiling now, and he's not so dead that he can't raise his arm, limply, to tap his fingertips against his mouth.]

Incredibly alive.

[ Lucrezia should not enjoy this as much as she does. But games like these she knows well, games like these are oft practiced in Rome and Lucrezia herself learned how to kiss during one, a show and tell with her beloved Giulia. There are certain advantages to learning how to kiss from a woman as wise as La Bella Farnese, for she knew what men love, what stirs them and she passed her knowledge to Lucrezia, making her stronger in the process.

She learned her lessons well, Lucrezia, who sinks to her knees to sprawl herself next to him, bumps her nose against his in what is more of a gesture of affection than anything else. She knows how to press her fingers, soft and fleeting to his jaw, to lower her voice to something softer and more amused. ]

I will never allow you to perish, Sirius Black.

[ half solemn and half a jest but she doesn't think of it too much, presses her lips, soft and full into his. She would not let herself be known as a terrible kisser, especially not when the game demands for a kiss stirring enough as to wake the dead. ]

[...oh. All right, he thinks first, because he was sort of expecting, you know, another cheek kiss, but he'll take this, Lucrezia Borgia right beside him. And then her fingertips are against his cheek and suddenly everything else is sort of inconsequential and a little out-of-focus, and really all that matters is that she's quite close and speaking in this low--

Oh, all right, now she's kissing him.

And she's good, wow, and his eyes jump open at first and then sort of half-close. He's been revived--absolutely not dead any longer--and that's obvious, because he kisses back now, he's not about to just lie here and not kiss back, not when he's got the chance to kiss Lucrezia Borgia.]

[ You asked Sirius Black.

And Lucrezia Borgia rises to challenges, not shies from them. Whatever game she indulges in, she tries to win. This is another, Lucrezia's lips, soft and playful against his, seeking a victory she already knows she has, after all, she was the one to surprise him. She parts from him with a grin that can only be a bit too cheeky. ]

There, and now you live, Sirius Black.

[He stares up at her, a bit dazed--more than a bit, really--and a little disappointed that the kiss had to end at all, and--

Wow. Finally, he remembers to grin, and he heaves a huge sigh.]

Oh, I am definitely alive. I might die again because I'm so happy, but for now-- I dunno that I've ever been so alive.

[ she smiles, reaches a hand to trace along his jaw. She is terribly fond of him, Lucrezia is. He is one of the most charming creatures she has ever met. ]

How many hearts have you stolen, Sirius Black?

[Oh, that's just not fair. That's like scratching at just the right place behind a dog's ears, and involuntarily, he turns his face a little, following the feeling of her fingers.]

Any casualties were an accident, dearest Lucrezia. How am I expected to find true love if I don't take samples? [but she's too clever, isn't she, and so he adds:] It's a nicer way to say it than stealing, anyways.

[ That's just a bit adorable, Sirius. ]

But they are stolen before they even realize it, do they not? The sweetest of thefts. I think that might be your strongest magic spell.

[Of course, she's right, but he doesn't come straight out and say that. Instead, he grins, and shrugs.]

Ah, that would be telling. Wizards don't tell. But d'you know, if I were such a thief--I might have finally found my match. You're not so easily fooled, are you.

No, I am not.

[ she pokes a finger at his cheek. ]

But I shall give you this compliment, were my heart my own, I fear you would have stolen it too.

[He laughs, and the side opposite to the one she poked twitches up in a smirk.]

Well, that does something to ease my poor heart, anyways. I'll just content myself imagining a world where I get to kiss Lucrezia Borgia for hours on end. Paradise, that's what I'll call it.

Do I get to know who keeps your heart? You owe me that, at least. S' only fair.

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