[Introduction: Jack Benjamin] Escape from the living death

[true_n_the_dark]

[Spoiler (click to open)]He'd done it. Jack had asked his own father to kill him, to order his execution. Thomasina had said, "Your father wants for you a living death, to brick you into a wall with someone who loves you - who you can't stand the sight of... until you produce an heir, which Silas will take, and raise right this time

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As requested! Will send a Saetan shortly!

[chromaggia_diva]

It might be a few days after his arrival, in passing by the doors to the ballroom, that the young prince might hear the voice, singing, a woman's soprano, floating out like a breath of perfume or a silk scarf on a breeze, singing an old song, made new by so many different voices over the years. In a place like this, it might have an angelic or at this time of the year, a ghostly quality to it, echoing through these halls...

[true_n_the_dark]

Well, this place is just weird, Jack will have you know. If he wanders towards Mag, it might be out of boredom. His response to distress is to hide in drinking, in license, but there's a moment where one's body can take no more, and he's getting close to it.

As it happens, the room where Stark and McCoy decked him out is very close to the ballroom, and while we agree that Mag's voice is lovely, to Jack, it's just something that's getting in the way of his rest.

And so...

".... I'm sorry, would you mind toning it down?"

[chromaggia_diva]

The singing will stop momentarily and the woman in dark garb will look up. "Oh, was I disturbing you?" she asks, apologetically. "I was practicing one of the songs for a concert I have been planning, but I can stop and do it at another time or in another room."

[true_n_the_dark]

He would love to reply something helpfully snarky, but instead...

"... Oh god I'm going to be sick."

He has to lean against the door because he's feeling a bad bout of nausea.

Oh, Mag, we're so sorry.

[chromaggia_diva]

"Oh dear," Mag says, coming to the young man's side, no stranger to the messes that the human body can make. "Shall I find a doctor for you? There are several physicians here. Or would you rather that I helped you lie down?"

[true_n_the_dark]

"No doctor," Jack replies, panting.

His eyes are full of water, a physiological reaction.

Let's just have her escort him back to bed, and you can send Mag to his new post? :-)

[chromaggia_diva]

She nods, understanding. "Let's get you someplace more comfortable then," she says, and typist willing, she'll put an arm behind his back to support him. "Now where are you staying?"

Works for me!

[true_n_the_dark]

He's just too exhausted to argue, and will indicate the room he's staying in, which is indeed quite close to the ballroom.

After that, he's silent, and feels gross throughout.

He should apologize, he knows - he doesn't even have that sort of strength right now.

On yours?

[chromaggia_diva]

She'll guide him into the room and help him onto the bed. She'll even pull the covers up around him as if tucking him into bed. She seems rather practiced about it (no doubt she's had similar moments with Largo and his progeny). All the while, she'll hum a gentle melody under her breath. If there's one thing she can do to comfort another human being, it's offer her voice as a soothing balm.

Once he's settled, she'll step away slowly, still humming, before gliding out of the room, hoping to have been something like a ministering angel to this fellow human being...

FTB! and she'll be turning up on his open post shortly...