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Spike Spiegel ([personal profile] gottaknockhard) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-08-30 08:32 pm

maybe it's the color of the sun cut flat and coverin' the crossroads I'm standing at

Who: Spike Spiegel ([personal profile] gottaknockhard) and Anne Boleyn ([personal profile] ensorceler)
What: When you can't think of a comeback...
When: Late night/between the 30th-31st
Where: Room 613
Rating: PG13

From the sound of things, Paradisa's temporary residents were going through one of their more serious moments; those instances when there's a legitimate urgency to be doing anything but aimlessly roam the halls of the castle in the middle of the night. Spike was well aware of the plans announced over the journal, and it didn't even factor into what was putting a dent in his sleep.

Maybe it made him a bad person for putting his own reality ahead of mysterious voices on the radio. Or he just didn't like the idea of crowds. Spike had no better excuse for what brought him to the room he's standing in front of. Aside from the nagging feeling that he didn't get what he meant to say out the last time he saw her, there wasn't a single reason he should be disturbing whatever sleep she finally managed to find.

Sometimes he wasn't clever enough to think of a mysterious riddle to leave on her doorstep, or to have forethought outside of a whim guided by... whatever it was that pulled him around lately. He simply knocked and waited for her answer.
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-03 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"What if I did? You have no connections, as you have so plainly made clear."

She all but collapses in her "throne" in as much a dignified manner as possible, not giving him leave to sit, but she won't really complain if he does. As much as she harasses him for, he is permitted quite a few leniencies. That may just be Paradisa wearing at her, though.
Edited 2013-09-03 02:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-03 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
There's a chortle, somewhat muffled underneath a hand, and her leg kicks anxiously from where it's crossed, sending the skirt of her shift and robe in a mild flurry each time. Like someone too amused to sit still, or just more drunk, as usual, there's that.

She doesn't feel the need to explain her laughter, and so she doesn't; he sure never explains anything of use. But hadn't he just been saying that nothing really changes? And she had retorted just the opposite. Maybe his memory is daft. Maybe he's too blind to see what has changed; with them alone, and with them together. With the world, with God, with beasts and flame.

With the large, empty void that always seems to exist at her side where her beloved family once was.

"What..." She spaces the word out, staring at him over her glass like he might actually have something useful to say for once, even if her gaze is narrowed. "...has changed?"
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Your own doing," she responds sharply, setting the wine aside and just watching him. "Do you think because you did not part with the others that I suddenly wish you once more in my employ? In that regard, I see how little has changed."
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-05 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Her lips purse out, her classic sign of irritation, but in this sense it's far more of something threatening to become a pout, only her pride restraining it. It's a blessing then that it's so dark, as she has no candles lit and no fire in the hearth, because her eyes wouldn't do so nearly a good job at shielding her feeling of neglect.

After learning that all in England, nay all of Europe, had turned on her save for her daughter, is it really any wonder?

"Of Emma and her loyal hound, I know nothing of what they do, but I did not see them at the farewell." The last time she spoke to "Emma" was in Tokyo. "All others I know have gone."
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-05 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"You planned to isolate me? Mayhap you are the assassin you spoke of with such dismissive words."

Her legs uncross, both feet flat on the floor with each hand draped across the arm rests, relaxed in contrast to how straight she sits, with chin slightly lifted. Her own expression still remains muddled between amusement and irritation, if one can see through the dark and moonlight, but her breaths are short and heightened.

"Here I am, then. Best have your blade strike true, else you will find it next through your own heart."
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-06 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The only movement is a slight jerk from her exaggerated sniff, not even worth it to become a scoff. Otherwise she stays still for a drawn out moment, still and silent and simply watching it. She once was used to people kneeling at her feet, friends and enemies alike, so it brings her no discomfort.

"If they be so, then you would know all of the others here as well as yourself, and be able to keep them at bay or in sights as you please. But I think you do not even know yourself. Would you recognize your soul if it was shown to you?"
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-09 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"So too would all the castle denizens so claim. That is no specialty of yours."

Lifting her foot a touch, silk slipper propping underneath his chin, Anne dares a smirk; nothing half-hidden or veiled. Where it stems from, she won't say, but it is one of a darker sense of satisfaction at another's expense.

"Do you wish to see if it will split down the middle? How much more can be done before there is nothing left?"
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-13 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Eyes shut, Anne allows her head to roll back as she lets out a husky laugh, one without abandon or concern for those it might enflame or disturb. There are none it could bring joy to, because it's laughter born of a bitterness that has been years in creation. She takes her time in relishing it, foot slipping past his cheek to kick up in a mockery of merriment where there is none; or perhaps there's a twisted version. The only kind she can cling to in times like this, where she thinks there's no air in the room; there is only fire and water.

"I think I would wager differently, sir. But this is no competition. You are not my peer, nor ever will you be."

Her legs cross, then, in a flurry of the skirts of her shift and robe, and one hand rests to her breast as she recovers from her fit remarkably fast, but a little smile remains there, even if her eyes glitter with an intent that is not kind.

"You have betrayed me as swiftly as any other; your lack of intent matters nothing to me. I care only for results. So what will it be in this case? Do things change, or do they not?"
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-15 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe he would win when it came to pessimism, perhaps, as at his inquiry there is hesitation, and the only slightest shift of her legs as some tiny flicker of hope yearns to be seen in her gaze.

How I wish to believe, yes; in something.

The Queen smothers it without mercy, and her normally bright blue eyes remain as dark as ever in the shadows of her throne, and she only sneers at him.

"All things gain for the better. And then, for certain, all things collapse. And so it goes, forever after, that struggle for power that not even the gods could keep hold of."

Leaning down, with one arm now draped almost casually over her knee, Anne glares while smiling.

"But it is still better to have an empire for a short while than not at all."
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-15 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
She only squints at him in displeasure as he stands without her leave. Even his humoring only goes so far, and she sniffs again before looking away, nails tapping in irritation against her knee while her other hand reaches for her goblet again.

"With your assurance, I am most soothed." There is a chance, maybe, her tone could get drier if she tried.

"What else have you come to bother me with? For it must not be this. You are not fit for service; you never were." He fails too often at doing her bidding, at least by her standards. "You made me laugh, once. That is all."
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-15 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
The drumming ends with a vicious slap against the wood of the chair, and she stands as well. If she were to fall into old (future?) clichés, she might fling the wine into his face, but it's far more useful in her belly. Making her woozy.

"Be silent! I think I should know better, and so ought you. If the flesh is all you desire, then go tickle your fancy at a proper brothel."
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[personal profile] ensorceler 2013-09-15 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
And isn't it so fitting that 'romantic' isn't even a word Anne would be familiar with? Romance would mean something else, but she knows the idea and would only laugh in his face once more and call him more the fool.

Not that she doesn't still demand romantic gestures when she so wishes.

"That is all." Her free hand grasps for his tie again, as if that would keep him from leaving. Not be desire, but by right. She didn't tell him to yet. "And so you awoke me on a whim, only to see me, and kiss me, and make me angry? Is that all? How little. How little."

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