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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 20, 2012 20:24:56 GMT -5
Then the other one took her turn, stepping forward and speaking with more confidence as she closed the heavy door behind them.
"She would like to know if you are thirsty, Tybalt." Doom's voice was a honeyed rumble. Stop looking forward to this so much, Doom.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 20, 2012 20:48:57 GMT -5
Oh god he was really going to have to do this.
"....no? No..."
Wait, on second thought-
"Yes. Is there wine? What is there?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 20, 2012 20:58:18 GMT -5
"Wine and brandy. Please, there is no need to be anxious."
Too late; Maria was already pouring him a glass of the former.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 20, 2012 21:00:03 GMT -5
He drank it quickly, almost wincing when his hand touched hers. How could she possibly want-
He thrust the drained glass at her sloppily and turned back to Doom, anxious indeed.
"This must be degrading to them - they cannot possibly want-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 20, 2012 21:07:35 GMT -5
"Whatever you may have known in Verona, this is their freely chosen pursuit. I would not insult you with a pair of cowed children. And you are an attractive young man."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 20, 2012 21:11:02 GMT -5
"Attractive-"
He was sputtering and terribly fearful. He looked back at them.
"They can't possibly- nn-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 20, 2012 21:57:34 GMT -5
Both women were looking at each other, a little concerned.
"It is honorable of you to consider their feelings in this matter, but even if they did not, they are loyal subjects, and will do as their ruler commands."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 20, 2012 21:58:47 GMT -5
Tybalt looked shocked, which brought out a strange innocence to him.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 20, 2012 22:10:50 GMT -5
"So far I have been very generous with you, Tybalt. Have I not been in every way a just ruler? Everything I have given you, you have wisely accepted. Do not insult your host."
He seemed to occupy most of the space in the smallish chamber, and the full force of his displeasure was focused squarely on Tybalt. Victor had not raised his voice, but there was a streak of willful anger creeping in like iron.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 20, 2012 22:50:08 GMT -5
Tybalt flushed for shame.
"...yes. You're right, my lord. I - do you want me to undress, or..."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 21, 2012 0:23:59 GMT -5
"The blonde is named Maria, and her companion Krisztina, if that makes it easier. You may wear whatever makes you comfortable."
In Doom's elaborate mental enactment of this scene, all participants were quite naked, abandoned to their pleasures. But Tybalt was full of trepidation, and very young.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 21, 2012 0:27:14 GMT -5
He turned away from Doom and looked to the women, a decidedly dead look of resignation in his eyes. He nodded to them cordially, and stepped forward, beginning to remove the solitary belt he'd put on over the asymmetrical tunic. His manner was light and not shaken, but casual in a way that suggested a business meeting more than a sexual liaison.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 21, 2012 1:30:17 GMT -5
The women approached him once more, winsomely but cautiously. The dark-haired one went to help him out of his tunic.
"My lord?" she finally said, in Italian only slightly more accented than Doom's. Her eyes darted between Tybalt's person and the glowering, armored shape now leaning casually in the corner. "Shall we begin?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 21, 2012 1:36:42 GMT -5
Christ, did she speak Italian?
"I'm sorry-" he said in Italian himself with a creasing of the eyebrows, the words falling into muffled nothing against her mouth as he kissed her, fumblingly.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 21, 2012 17:15:45 GMT -5
She was very gentle with him, which Doom observed with dispassionate approval.
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