♕ 5th - video - The Sight

[skjalf]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[skjalf]

I would make the game my own, and never dance to anyone's tune but my own again.

( 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.

[naytheist]

[Cesare doesn't quite give his thoughts away as easily as he could have, but his gaze is very much fixed on Elizabeth as she undoes her hair. He has always found a certain amount of beauty and appreciation in it, the act of shedding the semblance of decorum for the day, no longer concerned by the gaze of strangers. Not to mention, that when a woman lets down her hair, considering the time that it takes to style it so intricately, it tends to mean that she intends to remain that way for a while.

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.

[skjalf]

( as ever, he is able to read her far more keenly than any other. she does indeed wish to let down whatever walls she has with others when she is with him. because between them, she feels trust. safety, security, and something else she cannot put a name to. simply that it is more. different and altogether wonderful unto itself from anything she has ever felt for anyone before.

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?

[naytheist]

[Cesare smirks as Elizabeth reciprocates, pleased and encouraged. He should perhaps mention that he has seen glimpses of her at the jump, semi-clothed and with her robe clinging to her legs, or that he witnessed perhaps more than he should have when he taught her to the best of his ability how to swim. But he deems such a mention inappropriate, even after having mentioned various parts of her body that he finds to be particularly appealing, and so he keeps schtum, not lying but not telling the entirety of the truth either.]

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.]

[skjalf]

Ok, we're continuing this over here!