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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. ]
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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[And, expectantly, he turns his other cheek toward her, waiting for that kiss.]
Go on.
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[ 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.
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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.
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How shall I revive you?
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Another kiss ought to do it.
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[ why are you humoring her games, Sirius Black. ]
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[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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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How many hearts have you stolen, Sirius Black?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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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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[ and she wears on her best scolding expression. ]
You will tease him to no end.
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[He sits up a little, with as earnest a smile as he can manage--not that it will work on her, probably; she really is too clever for him sometimes, and because it's Lucrezia, he doesn't mind admitting that quite so much (though only to himself, he's still not about to say it aloud!).]
I won't. I'd swear it to you on whatever you like, I will keep it a secret and I will not tease anyone, I will only be sweet.
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[ they are both beings of charming mischief, herself and Sirius Black, perhaps there should be a responsible adult present when they meet. ]
He is a man who is very handsome and charming, well-spoken, brave and righteous. And now you know and must be sweet to me for all days!
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You cheat!
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You asked, I provided an answer!
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[He sits up a little, and for all his protests, he's still grinning. Even if this were something to be irritated over, Lucrezia is too mischievous and charming to actually be irritated with, which it isn't--]
You cheated and you know it, and you have to suffer the consequences!
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[ and she laughs, raises an eyebrow. ]
What consequences?
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[He will have none of your challenges, miss. Sirius shakes his head solemnly as he points an accusing finger at her.]
Because I'm nice, I'll give you a choice. You can either owe me a favor, or you can submit to being tickled. Which d'you choose, criminal?
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