He had them made, after I said yes. He was very proper about it — I think every cottage in Lupu wound up with some sort of gift, and certainly my parents had a whole chest of them. Not as a bride-price or anything like that — he hated the idea almost as much as I did — but I recall it was important to him, that lavishing of gifts. Paying his respects, I think, was how he saw it.
[She hums softly, her eyes closing halfway as she thinks back, collecting every detail she can.]
I had a necklace originally — it might still be in my old rooms, somewhere. And then we agreed on a sensible period of engagement, a few months, and then at the end of that few months, we had me kidnapped by a few of his generals, and after rescuing me and proving his worthiness in combat, the rings went on and that was that.
[She hums softly, her eyes closing halfway as she thinks back, collecting every detail she can.]
I had a necklace originally — it might still be in my old rooms, somewhere. And then we agreed on a sensible period of engagement, a few months, and then at the end of that few months, we had me kidnapped by a few of his generals, and after rescuing me and proving his worthiness in combat, the rings went on and that was that.
It was a very pleasant kidnapping, I'll have you know. I met all of my abductors in advance, and we all visited the appointed place where I was to be taken, and Vlad personally threatened each and every one of them with the terrible vengeance he would visit on them if a single hair on my head — well, you can guess how that went. They were very respectful about the theft of my person.
[The or else is so palpable in that last remark.]
Thinking of what you'll do for your own loved ones, are you?
[The or else is so palpable in that last remark.]
Thinking of what you'll do for your own loved ones, are you?
You could, I suppose, go a bit lighter on the theatrics than he did.
[She tugs on his hair again, then reaches up to rest her hand against his cheek.]
But the principles are there. Respect their own loved ones, seal your promises. And try to make them laugh at least once, in the process.
[She tugs on his hair again, then reaches up to rest her hand against his cheek.]
But the principles are there. Respect their own loved ones, seal your promises. And try to make them laugh at least once, in the process.
No plans to kidnap Trevor, then?
[He's so gentle, so sweet; she never gets tired of his little notes of affection, even as she offers him up her own in return. This, he got from her, and the rhythm of exchanging these little touches is so familiar.]
I'm sure he'd be thrilled to be won in combat.
[He's so gentle, so sweet; she never gets tired of his little notes of affection, even as she offers him up her own in return. This, he got from her, and the rhythm of exchanging these little touches is so familiar.]
I'm sure he'd be thrilled to be won in combat.
You'd best get to work acquiring some generals, then.
[She pauses, reminiscing idly.]
Do you remember the one that could turn into a mist? A female vampire, she visited once or twice. We had a very pleasant time together, while I was abducted and out of commission.
[She pauses, reminiscing idly.]
Do you remember the one that could turn into a mist? A female vampire, she visited once or twice. We had a very pleasant time together, while I was abducted and out of commission.
Mm. She was the ringleader of my kidnapping. There were a few others who answered to her for the purposes of the endeavor.
[She laughs softly.]
I'm afraid most of them didn't quite know what to do with me, I think. I suppose for them it was the equivalent of being told to cart, I don't know, a highly-prized goat to a woodshed somewhere and watch over it until its owner came to fetch it.
[She laughs softly.]
I'm afraid most of them didn't quite know what to do with me, I think. I suppose for them it was the equivalent of being told to cart, I don't know, a highly-prized goat to a woodshed somewhere and watch over it until its owner came to fetch it.
...Oh.
[Oh, right. Of course. That. He would want to know, wouldn't he?
...Well. Maybe it's not about want, precisely. But certainly he needs to know.]
I couldn't speak to him, at first. I was so...
[...]
I knew I'd say something I'd wish I could take back later. So I didn't — we didn't speak. Later, I found the words.
[Translation: and then she screamed.]
[Oh, right. Of course. That. He would want to know, wouldn't he?
...Well. Maybe it's not about want, precisely. But certainly he needs to know.]
I couldn't speak to him, at first. I was so...
[...]
I knew I'd say something I'd wish I could take back later. So I didn't — we didn't speak. Later, I found the words.
[Translation: and then she screamed.]
It would've been one thing, if —
[She stops short, the train of thought falling away as an expression of hurt and melancholy drifts across her features, and when she picks it up again, it's much more quietly.]
I would've understood, at least, if it'd only been his way of grieving. I wouldn't have agreed with it, but he is what he is. I never thought I could make him a man instead of a monster; I only tried to encourage more of the one in the other.
[She presses her lips into a thin line.]
But to do it in my name — he knew I wouldn't have wanted — he knew I would never have wanted —
[She stops short, the train of thought falling away as an expression of hurt and melancholy drifts across her features, and when she picks it up again, it's much more quietly.]
I would've understood, at least, if it'd only been his way of grieving. I wouldn't have agreed with it, but he is what he is. I never thought I could make him a man instead of a monster; I only tried to encourage more of the one in the other.
[She presses her lips into a thin line.]
But to do it in my name — he knew I wouldn't have wanted — he knew I would never have wanted —
When the two of you wound up in your old room...I think that was the first time he truly remembered me in a year of his grief. Not just the shadows of my memory that haunted him.
[She draws in a breath she doesn't need, and lets it out again, simply because.]
I still love him. He still loves me. What he did to you in particular haunts him the most — I don't think he regrets the rest of it much, even now. We...
[She closes her eyes, turning her face away.]
I'm still furious. But I can't bear the thought of being away from him.
[She draws in a breath she doesn't need, and lets it out again, simply because.]
I still love him. He still loves me. What he did to you in particular haunts him the most — I don't think he regrets the rest of it much, even now. We...
[She closes her eyes, turning her face away.]
I'm still furious. But I can't bear the thought of being away from him.
I missed him so much.
[This is an awkward, embarrassing thing for a mother to be admitting to her son, of all people, but here she is, and so it goes. She leans heavily against him, holding on as if seeking his support and his warmth.]
...Do you want to see him? If we were able to visit you again.
[This is an awkward, embarrassing thing for a mother to be admitting to her son, of all people, but here she is, and so it goes. She leans heavily against him, holding on as if seeking his support and his warmth.]
...Do you want to see him? If we were able to visit you again.
It's as much you as it is me, I think. I'm loath to try to explain it without proper evidence, but my guess is that it's some sort of psychic resonance. Likely in a similar vein as the way you call your sword to you, only here what you've pulled is...me.
[She shrugs a little, though her mood does seem to perk up a touch at the prospect of scientific theory.]
Is there anything different about tonight, from what you do normally?
[She shrugs a little, though her mood does seem to perk up a touch at the prospect of scientific theory.]
Is there anything different about tonight, from what you do normally?

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