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♕ 5th - video - The Sight
[ there had been a point to her opening this channel. in light of the tragic losses they have suffered here, she has wanted to hold a dinner to celebrate the memory of those who have died and vanished. her mouth moves, but no words are produced. her face becomes deathly pale, her eyes wide and dilated as though in fear. but she has not seen a ghost. no, what she is seeing is something else entirely.
horrible images play before her, which only she might see. the blank look she sports is soon replaced with a one of complete and utter horror. ]
It is hot.. too hot to fight! The Dragon has come from across the sea to wage war against the Boar. Ah, the sun blinds the eyes!
[ she shudders, blinking her unfocused eyes. ] The field is an ocean of blood. I can barely hear over the din of it. The Dragon is swooping in, and his men roar behind him.
His Grace is brave to wear his crown to battle. He is winning.. standing alone in a field of dead, blood coursing over his boots. Ah, it is splendid and horrible!
[ once again, her face becomes a mask of pure terror, scrunching up while her eyes are too-wide for her face. ]
But here comes Lord Stanley! "For Tudor!" he calls. And His Grace has lost his horse. Treason, treason, treason!
[ and that seems to have snapped her out of it. still on camera, elizabeth exposes vulnerability for the first time to those aboard the ship at large, as she cannot control the violent shaking of her form or the tears that appear in her eyes. this is, unsurprisingly, a result of the nightmare she endured within the maze.
she cannot seem to speak for a long, long time. elizabeth covers her mouth with her hands to cover the fact that she is biting her lower lip so hard it is bleeding. and while she is able to finally get a few words out, it is muffled and quavering: ]
Forgive me.
[ she then abruptly ends the broadcast. ]
horrible images play before her, which only she might see. the blank look she sports is soon replaced with a one of complete and utter horror. ]
It is hot.. too hot to fight! The Dragon has come from across the sea to wage war against the Boar. Ah, the sun blinds the eyes!
[ she shudders, blinking her unfocused eyes. ] The field is an ocean of blood. I can barely hear over the din of it. The Dragon is swooping in, and his men roar behind him.
His Grace is brave to wear his crown to battle. He is winning.. standing alone in a field of dead, blood coursing over his boots. Ah, it is splendid and horrible!
[ once again, her face becomes a mask of pure terror, scrunching up while her eyes are too-wide for her face. ]
But here comes Lord Stanley! "For Tudor!" he calls. And His Grace has lost his horse. Treason, treason, treason!
[ and that seems to have snapped her out of it. still on camera, elizabeth exposes vulnerability for the first time to those aboard the ship at large, as she cannot control the violent shaking of her form or the tears that appear in her eyes. this is, unsurprisingly, a result of the nightmare she endured within the maze.
she cannot seem to speak for a long, long time. elizabeth covers her mouth with her hands to cover the fact that she is biting her lower lip so hard it is bleeding. and while she is able to finally get a few words out, it is muffled and quavering: ]
Forgive me.
[ she then abruptly ends the broadcast. ]
Action.
You have witnessed more pain than anyone deserves to, Elizabeth.
[Cesare has seen his fair share, though he had sought it. Elizabeth is a victim in this.]
Action.
but he draws nearer still, and she clasps her arms about him tightly without a thought. her breath hitches with emotion, but thankfully she can weep no more. it leaves her able to close her eyes and accept the comfort he offers. ]
I had thought you would be repulsed by my ability. I am repulsed by it. I hate that I can see things, Cesare.
There are no words to explain how much. [ she tucks her head beneath his chin, and listens to the steady beat of his heart. it's enough to lull her a little, into a more calm and relaxed state. ]
I am not in love with my Uncle. There was a time when it might have been possible, but then I was brought here, and met you. And I have been happier, since.
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There are some things that repulse me, Elizabeth, but you are certainly not one of them.
[His hand reaches up and into her hair, attempting to comfort and soothe her in some small way. The confession about her uncle makes Cesare feel a sharp, harrowing feeling of guilt, though, and he is glad that she cannot see his face. Elizabeth can share her fears and be honest in all matters with him, but for Cesare it is not quite so easy. It isn't shame or distrust that stops him from telling her the specifics of his past but fear of what it would do to those he cares about.]
What you have done or felt in the past is neither my business nor my concern.
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[ for all the world, she truly can't tell that he's amused at all. his presence is soothing, a balm compared to the sharp tones of her mother and well-intentioned words of others. finally, here with him, she can begin to think that things will be all right.
she nuzzles her cheek to his chest, and reaches up to caress the curve of his cheek. ]
I offer such reassurance freely. Richard was, I now believe, using me as a political pawn before my arrival here. The easiest way to win the support of the men once loyal to my father was to appear to be courting me.
[ she leans back, and peers quietly up into his eyes. what is he thinking? she can't help but wonder. ]
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[It is a cruel fact that Cesare has come to acknowledge. After all, had even his Holy Father not been the pawn of his people and the College of Cardinals? Had Cesare not been his father's and, much to his dismay and regret, had Lucrezia not been his own? At times, it seems, the world is cruel and the people within it do not see the others as such but instead as means to an end.
But Cesare has had enough of such depressing, sombre discussion. He would lighten her mood if he can. He may be a man of brooding anxiety at times, but he would not see Elizabeth so easily drawn into such a state. He reaches up, and captures the hand at his cheek, planting kisses down the back of it and across her wrist.]
You must tell me: did you ever believe I might be courting you for political gain? I must confess, I am rather enchanted at having pursued a daughter of England.
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( cruel, but honest; which she appreciates in him. he's not simply saying what he thinks she wishes to hear. like many others would do. life at home is tough. far tougher, in her opinion than it is here. here, at least the danger is usually more straight-forward.
she heaves a sigh as she relaxes under the ease of his attentions. tilting her head, elizabeth regards him in thoughtful silence while reaching up behind her to pull the ribbons from her hair, allowing it to fall loose down her back. that unto itself causes the headache she's been suffering to slowly ebb away. )
No. For the simple fact that regardless of what you do here, at home the law does not recognize me as such.
( somehow, she finds herself able to smile a bit. ) Enchanted, are you? Please, tell me more.
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For him, the untying of hair in some way symbolises a woman removing her pretenses and showing him her soul. Also that he'll have an enjoyable while to see it.
He had been lighthearted before, almost entirely innocent in his kisses but, while they keep their playful nature, they are now more impish than before, purposeful. He makes a sound of agreement and pulls her in with his spare arm, hand firm at her waist, uttering his words in between kisses.]
Yes. Wholly. I enjoy your presence more than perhaps I should. You are kind, compassionate and, truth be told, you have delightful arse.
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and when he pulls her in for more kisses, she responds with a quiet laugh, the vision becoming farther and farther removed from this moment with each second which ticks by.
to his bold words, she levels a gentle, playful swat and finds herself laughing, while her face blushes a deep scarlet. )
And leave it to a man to find that more appealing than compassion! When would you have even seen me in such a state, anyhow?
( oddly enough, she's not embarrassed at all. shy, perhaps, but she's mostly just surprised. )
Would it be bold of me to list your own among your chiefmost virtues, then?
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I have no such virtues, Elizabeth, no redeeming features. I am a scoundrel. My only asset is my masculine ability to discern a woman's figure through layers of heavy velvet and taffeta. [He's a boy from a world of gowns and massive skirts. What did anyone suspect?
A gentle but persuasive push and he leads Elizabeth backwards and to the wall, moving his lips up to her neck once she reaches it.]
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