A Cell in Mandos
Rated R for violence, though isn't that graphic.
Session Start (Armand-mun:#df-mandos): Sun Jul 24 11:13:19 2005
Rosier: *sitting hunched on the floor in the tunic Feanor provided, hands and feet still tied* *near enough to a wall to lean back but won't* *hiding as best he can how much pain he's in because he doesn't want to give Feanor the satisfaction*
Feanaro: *is proving a point, not satisfying himself, yo*
Feanaro: *so, the door opens, I suppose, and leads D in*
Rosier: *looks up*
Dolohov: *swears violently as he sees Ev and attempts to go to him* Ev!
Rosier: Sly! *can't get up* Shh! It's not as bad as it looks. You know me and pain. *wry grin*
Feanaro: *doesn't yet do anything to restrain Dolohov, so he can go there if he wants*
Dolohov: *kneels next to Ev and strokes his hair* It's bad enough, love.
Feanaro: *rummaging for a length of rope*
Rosier: *smiles at Sly and raises both bound hands to touch his chin* Don't worry about me.
Dolohov: Too late. *kisses Ev's forehead*
Rosier: I love you. No matter what happens, remember that.
Feanaro: Well. Mister Dolohov?
Dolohov: *looks up at Feanaro* Yes?
Rosier: *watches Feanor suspiciously*
Feanaro: Come here.
Dolohov: ... why?
Feanaro: *rolls eyes*
Rosier: *bitterly* so he can hurt you too
Feanaro: *glares at Rosier* Well?
Dolohov: If I don't?
Feanaro: *sadly* That would not help you at all.
Dolohov: *gives Ev another kiss then reluctantly goes over to Feanaro* Why are you doing this?
Feanaro: Your friend has sworn an oath, and broken it. Unfortunately, he has sworn it by you.
Dolohov: You still believe that he broke it? I think you're wrong.
Feanaro: Do you, now.
Dolohov: But what does it matter, what /I/ think?
Feanaro: Well, explain.
Rosier: *watches them, trying not to show his anxiety*
Dolohov: He didn't go back to lo - to Voldemort. He didn't hurt you or betray you. He's done all you asked of him.
Feanaro: Ah. He did, however, also swear not to betray my allies. And you will have to admit that he did hurt and betray Armand St. Just. - Your hands, please.
Dolohov: I don't think he knew Armand was yours. *sighs and holds out his hands*
Feanaro: *curls lips*
Rosier: How can a weak French boy be an ally?
Dolohov: *winces* Ev...
Feanaro: *binding D's hands* *ignores Rosier* Well, he might have checked.
Rosier: *grits his teeth* Don't hurt him.
Dolohov: *is afraid but trying his best not to show it*
Feanaro: (to Rosier) Too late, too late.
Rosier: How is this different?
Dolohov: I'll be alright, Ev. *somehwat unconvincingly*
Feanaro: *leads Dol to the pillar of doom*
Rosier: Please don't do that.
Feanaro: And why should I not?
Rosier: I swore our lives. How does torturing him prove anything?
Feanaro: Thou sworest thy life, and him. As thou'rt refusing to see reason, I am afraid I shall have to force thee...
Rosier: And what do you consider reason?
Feanaro: Well, what might that be? *ties Dol to pillar*
Feanaro: *is neglecting poor Dol. bad Fea!*
Rosier: If that boy is indeed your ally, I'd like to point out he's not dead.
Feanaro: Neither art thou.
Feanaro: ...yet. But that is not my business, and thou knowest that.
Rosier: But torturing him so I see your kind of undefined reason is your business?
Feanaro: *shakes head, sadly* Actually, of course, it is thy business.
Rosier: I don't know what it is you want from me!
Feanaro: Then think.
Rosier: I have thought. I still think what happened between St. Just and me was private. Our business. Not yours. Not the bloody Wizengamuts. Not even Sly's.
Dolohov: *is tied and looking back and forth anxiously*
Feanaro: Even if it were not my business, by bragging about it, thou didst make it other people's business. And dost thou really think that thou canst simply go and have people stolen from their beds, and rape them, and it would be thy private business?!
Rosier: Huh. Well. *glares*
Feanaro: Well what? *has finally found the whip, lalala*
Dolohov: *leans his head against the pillar*
Rosier: You'd be doing this if I hadn't bragged. *quietly with his eyes rivetted to the whip*
Feanaro: Would I? If thou'rt saying so. *waiting, yet*
Rosier: I wanted him. He didn't have the ability to stop me. That night he had no allies, no family, except that unfounded loyalty he has for that sister of his which gave him to me with hardly any fight.
Feanaro: And that makes it thy right, or what art thou trying to tell me? *angry*
Rosier: If he is yours where were you then? That boy had nothing defending him except his wit, of which he has a short supply in the best of circumstances.
Feanaro: Because, frankly, I had not expected such a very foul thing to happen. I was wrong there. But though I could not protect Armand then, at least I can punish thee now.
Rosier: Then punish me! Not Antonin.
Feanaro: Ah... but it was not Armand who would have been killed, had he refused thee...
Feanaro: *which is the point at which the first strike falls*
Dolohov: *whimpers slightly*
Rosier: *flinches* Hades wasn't going to kill her!
Feanaro: *raises eyebrow* *strikes again*
Rosier: Stop it!
Dolohov: *bites his tongue to keep from crying out*
Rosier: It was only a threat. No one was going to die.
Feanaro: *doesn't take orders well, not even by people who have a right to order him about*
Feanaro: 'tis easy for thee to say that now.
Rosier: We only wanted him to think that.
Feanaro: *next strike* Even if thou wert believing that - and I doubt that - I very much doubt that thy companion was of like mind.
Rosier: *flinches from sound of the whip* We'd agreed.
Feanaro: *actually laughs, humourlessly* Even more foolish. Besides, it makes little difference. Whether you two had actually acted on your threat or no, the threat itself was real enough. *strikes again*
Dolohov: *whimpers a little louder*
Rosier: It was up to St. Just to believe or not. Please stop.
Feanaro: *pauses* Interesting. He is weaker than thou art, isn't he?
Feanaro: Or maybe he is merely more honest?
Rosier: *warily* St. Just? Yes.
Feanaro: *strikes again* No, thy friend.
Dolohov: *is in pain but is somewhat enjoying the blows, despite the situation*
Rosier: Antonin is not weak. He's a tiger.
Feanaro: Ah. Then doubtlessly I mistook his growls for whimpers.
Rosier: You have no idea waht being a Death Eater is like, do you, Feanor?
Feanaro: Indeed I don't. I never followed any insane mass murderers.
Feanaro: I was one myself, back in the day... but I never FOLLOWED.
Rosier: You learn to like the pain. If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.
Feanaro: Ah, Ansereg. Well, then what art thou worried about?
Rosier: It's pointless. *looks longingly over at his lover*
Feanaro: *would be amused if that were his nature* If thou'rt saying so.
Dolohov: *makes a mental note to thank Bella if he ever sees her again*
Rosier: Usually we only hurt each other.
Feanaro: *strikes, nonetheless*
Rosier: This does nothing! *growls* Why are you doing it?
Feanaro: Well, at least thou art not overly happy with it.
Rosier: No.
Feanaro: Thou art aware, of course, that thou wilt have to apologize?
Rosier: *gapes* Apologize?
Feanaro: Aye.
Rosier: To St. Just?
Feanaro: Aah, so thou art learning.
Feanaro: Of course to him.
Rosier: How am I supposed to do that?
Feanaro: Well, firstly the question is, wouldst thou do that?
Rosier: I don't see what there is I could say even if I wanted to.
Feanaro: That thou art sorry? That thou art begging his forgiveness, and willing to do whatever is necessary to gain it? That thou wilt accept whatever he wishes to do to thee in revenge?
Rosier: Why would I say those things when they're not true?
Feanaro: *strikes Dolohov again* *shrugs* Thy call.
Rosier: *studies Sly worriedly trying to see how badly he's taking this*
Dolohov: *smiles faintly at Ev*
Feanaro: *is being nice! Really! Um.*
Rosier: I'm not an actor.
Feanaro: Then it were better if thou wert sincere.
Rosier: I'm not begging St. Just for anything.
Feanaro: Too bad. *returns his full attention to Dolohov*
Rosier: Sly?
Dolohov: *grits his teeth* Ev?
Feanaro: *whips*
Rosier: Do you want me to do it?
Dolohov: *whimpers in pain*
Rosier: I will, for you.
Feanaro: *still whipping*
Dolohov: *D's blood is making a nice puddle on the floor*
Feanaro: *already? Damn, humans run out quickly.*
Rosier: Sly, please? Do you want me to do it?
Dolohov: Do what you have to do. *faintly*
Rosier: *eyes puddle of blood with alarm*
Rosier: *to Fea* You'll kill him if you don't stop soon.
Feanaro: Right. *pauses*
Feanaro: Well?
Feanaro: *cuts of D's robes, which he should have done earlier, anyway*
Rosier: I'll apologize. Anything you want. I can't make St. Just believe me.
Feanaro: Indeed. But if thou wert sincere, maybe he would.
Rosier: How can I be sincere?
Feanaro: *looks at him, coldly* The easiest way would be to mean it, of course; but I suppose that is not given to thee.
Rosier: I'm sorry what I've done is making you hurt my lover.
Feanaro: Well, that is something, at least.
Feanaro: Build on that, then. If thou art lucky, it might be enough.
Feanaro: ...although, of course, that is not how thou shouldst word thy apology.
Feanaro: *dabs Dolohov's back with a clean rag*
Dolohov: *flinches*
Rosier: *wilts with relief* I'm not a man prone to regret, my lord.
Feanaro: But?
Feanaro: *rinses the wounds with wine. To disinfect, actually.*
Rosier: I can't feel as you say I ought, but I don't want Antonin hurt for my sake.
Feanaro: Yes, we know that now. Great job you did there, too.
Rosier: I'm not capable of all you want, my lord.
Feanaro: *is not replying but still taking care of Dolohov's wounds*
Rosier: *groans* Oh Merlin! Sly?
Dolohov: *manages an 'Ev'*
Rosier: I love you. I'll do my best for you.
Feanaro: *is actually less then happy with D's state*
Feanaro: Well, that took a long time, considering how fervently thou wert claiming to do anything for him. *tsks*
Dolohov: I love you too. *is hurting but trying to hide it*
Rosier: I couldn't stop you. *angrily to Fea*
Feanaro: *shakes head sadly* Of course thou couldst have. *even sacrificing some of his good Athelas oil for Dolohov*
Rosier: *finds a way to get to his knees so he can sort of crawl* Please, let me tend to him?
Feanaro: *raises eyebrows* I don't think I should.
Dolohov: *shivers softly* What now?
Rosier: Why not?
Feanaro: What do you mean? You will be left to recover; and he will apologize.
Feanaro: Well, in this state *meaning the bonds* thou couldst not help much, anyway, and it would be very stupid if I released thee. Also, I think you two should be kept apart until you have apologized.
Rosier: My poor Antonin.
Feanaro: Well, yes.
Dolohov: And then after? You'll find some new fault to punish us for?
Feanaro: Hopefully, I will not find one.
Rosier: *bitterly* After, I'll be dead.
Feanaro: That is not something I can influence.
Rosier: You can not let them have me.
Feanaro: Why not?
Rosier: I don't know why, but that is within your power.
Feanaro: Is it?
Rosier: I'd think so, my lord.
Feanaro: And what makes thee think so? And - why should I?
Dolohov: *softly* What must I do to... to get Ev back after?
Feanaro: *sternly* Rest. - I don't think there is anything you could do.
Rosier: Do you know the ultimate sentence of a wizarding court is, my lord?
Dolohov: Nothing? Nothing at all?
Feanaro: I have been told that it is the Dementor's Kiss.
Feanaro: (to Dolohov) Rest!
Dolohov: Not until I know Ev will be safe.
Rosier: *glances anxiously at D*
Rosier: Do you know that means, my lord?
Feanaro: *groans* But he is only waiting here for his judgement by the wizarding court - or for his execution by Admiral McKeon.
Dolohov: I know that. It's what happens after that concerns me. *glares as much as he is able*
Dolohov: And if... if they give him the Kiss...
Rosier: The Kiss destroys a man souls. The Dementor eats it. *shudders*
Feanaro: Yes, I have been told that.
Feanaro: If 'tis any consolation, it will probably choke on the black lump thy soul must be.
Rosier: *looks to D* Our only hope is if the Manticorans get to kill more or... you remember Barty, Sly?
Dolohov: All too well. Why?
Feanaro: Kill more?!
Rosier: *sighs* I mispoke. Kill me.
Feanaro: I can't.
Rosier: He had the Kiss. I have no idea where he is now, but he came back after that. *still don't know -how- Rosier knows this*
Rosier: No, I meant to say my only hope is if the Manticorans kill me. Not kill more.
Feanaro: Ah.
Feanaro: So when thou sayest that I cannot let them have thee, dost thou mean the wizengamot, or the wizengamot and the Manticorans?
Rosier: I only don't want to face the Wizengamut though it'd be a treat to see if St. Just can testify there.
Feanaro: Good thing you didn't say that. Tsk. But I still cannot see where thy end is my concern.
Rosier: If you judge my misdeed to be a violation of the Oath and you can punish me, then how can it be broken or you'd have no right? Then I am your man, too, however you dislike me.
Feanaro: ... Yes.
Dolohov: *brightens*
Rosier: The jurisdiction is yours, my lord. Not theirs.
Feanaro: Thou art one of them, however. I do not see how I could convince them of it.
Rosier: You needn't convince them of anything. Just refuse to give up custody. *isnt thinking very far ahead I'm afraid*
Feanaro: That would have undesirable consequences for me, I am sure.
Rosier: How so?
Feanaro: Well, would they not try and get thee by force?
Rosier: I don't know. Honestly.
Rosier: Hermione Granger-Weasley would want to, but I can't see what she can do on her own.
Feanaro: Then it might be good to know before bartering.
Rosier: *looks sadly at his lover* Then there is nothing I can do.
Feanaro: ...
Rosier: You see, my lord, I have no motivation in my own person, to please you. I'll be dead or worse at the end of this. I only want now to protect my Antonin.
[15:24] Feanaro: Well, if thou dost as I will, there should be no need to worry about that.
Rosier: *resigned* The apology?
Feanaro: Yes, that.
Rosier: *quietly* Anything else, my lord?
Dolohov: What if you don't come back, Ev?
Rosier: *to Sly, almost tearfully* I don't know. I don't even know which death I'm facing, love.
Feanaro: That should be it. Of course, I have not forgiven thee for breaking the oath, but that's second-rate.
Dolohov: *would reach for Ev but as he can't, settles for a look of despair*
Feanaro: *ahahah, just remembers that Dol is still tied to that pillar. Poor Dol.*
Feanaro: *releases bonds so far that Dol can sit down, dammit*
Rosier: *returns the look as despairingly* Don't forget that I love you. And don't let Voldemort get you.
Rosier: *is rather full of angst with his lover and hardly seems to care that Feanor is there*
Dolohov: *sits down gingerly* If you don't come back... I. Never mind,
Feanaro: *is listening, though.*
Rosier: Please don't give up, Antonin. Peril needs you. Maybe you can save him or Roddy.
*** You have been disconnected. Sun Jul 24 15:40:55 2005.
Rosier: Stay safe, Antonin. Please.
Feanaro: *coldly* I shall keep him safe.
Dolohov: There's no point in it.
Feanaro: In what?
Dolohov: Being safe.
Rosier: *closes his eyes, showing more pain at this than the whippings et al* Don't say that, love.
Feanaro: Why not?
Dolohov: It's only a matter of time before I'm next and if you're not able to come back then...
Feanaro: *frowns*
Rosier: Please live, for me?
Dolohov: If you insist.
Dolohov: While you're still around, at least .
Rosier: I do insist. Can't hear the strikeout.
Dolohov: As you wish.
Rosier: I love you. Never forget it.
Dolohov: I love you too.
Feanaro: *feels kinda out of place*
Rosier: *the idea sort of, but knows better than to hope they'll be left alone together*
Feanaro: *indeed.*
Dolohov: *is not convinced that Feanor won't continue beating him after Rosier is gone*
Rosier: My lord, after you turn me over, you'll free him won't you?
Feanaro: Aye.
Rosier: *nods*
Dolohov: Will you?
Dolohov: *skeptically*
Feanaro: Why should I not?
Feanaro: I derive no use or pleasure from holding you here (or tormenting you, for that matter).
Dolohov: *raises an eyebrow* Mmm.
Feanaro: And even if I did, I had no right to your life once he *gestures at
Rosier* is... gone.
Dolohov: ... So my Oath means nothing?
Rosier: *flinches*
Feanaro: It means that I protect you from your former master. Why?
Dolohov: You said you had no right to my life.
Feanaro: Ah. Not in that way, no, unless you chose to betray me also.
Dolohov: I thought... oh. I see.
Feanaro: I don't advise you to do that.
Dolohov: I meant my Oath.
Feanaro: You lost me.
Dolohov: I meant what I said. I will not betray you. *is feeling blood-loss effects whee*
Feanaro: Good.
Feanaro: *would actually apologize for the whipping part if Rosier weren't there*
Feanaro: *not that it'd help much, but hey*
Rosier: *watching them anxiously*
Dolohov: *eyes start to close* Feeling a bit tired...
Feanaro: I told you to rest.
Dolohov: 'm afraid.
Rosier: *wants so much to comfort Antonin*
Feanaro: Of what?
Dolohov: *mumbles* Of losing Ev again. *eyes are now shut*
Feanaro: But I cannot help you there.
Feanaro: *gets a few light blankets*
Dolohov: I don't want to wake up and find he's dead...
Rosier: *curls up on floor intently watching*
Feanaro: I don't think it will be that soon.
Feanaro: *carefully spreads blankets over Dol*
Dolohov: *mumbles sleepily*
Feanaro: *sighs, rolls eyes, and unties Dol's hands eventually*
Dolohov: *is passed out*
Feanaro: *has his hands free, anyway*
Rosier: Thank you, my lord.
Feanaro: I did not do it for thee.
Rosier: I know, but thank you anyway. He deserves better than me.
Feanaro: Yes, he does.
Rosier: *shudders*
Feanaro: *eyes, coldly*
Rosier: I love him so much, but there's nothing else I care about.
Feanaro: *does not reply*
Rosier: *could probably sleep even as uncomfortable as he is all tied up* *would rather sleep against D*
Feanaro: *is not moved to pity SO much*
Feanaro: *ponders, though*
Rosier: *keeps eyes glued to watching D breathe*
Feanaro: *wonders whether he should get Dol somewhere more comfortable, or whether he'd rather spend the night in Rosier's cell, uncomfortable*
Dolohov: *has passed out in worst places and would go into panic-attack mode if he wakes up without Ev*
Feanaro: *hm.*
Feanaro: *might get him a mattress down here, though.*
Feanaro: *will do that, then.*
Feanaro: *drags in the mattress, meanwhile*
Feanaro: *moves Dol onto the mattress as painlessly as possible, which is probably not very*
Rosier: *watches and grits his teeth*
Session Close (#df-mandos): Sun Jul 24 17:47:14 2005
Session Start (Armand-mun:#df-mandos): Sun Jul 24 11:13:19 2005
Rosier: *sitting hunched on the floor in the tunic Feanor provided, hands and feet still tied* *near enough to a wall to lean back but won't* *hiding as best he can how much pain he's in because he doesn't want to give Feanor the satisfaction*
Feanaro: *is proving a point, not satisfying himself, yo*
Feanaro: *so, the door opens, I suppose, and leads D in*
Rosier: *looks up*
Dolohov: *swears violently as he sees Ev and attempts to go to him* Ev!
Rosier: Sly! *can't get up* Shh! It's not as bad as it looks. You know me and pain. *wry grin*
Feanaro: *doesn't yet do anything to restrain Dolohov, so he can go there if he wants*
Dolohov: *kneels next to Ev and strokes his hair* It's bad enough, love.
Feanaro: *rummaging for a length of rope*
Rosier: *smiles at Sly and raises both bound hands to touch his chin* Don't worry about me.
Dolohov: Too late. *kisses Ev's forehead*
Rosier: I love you. No matter what happens, remember that.
Feanaro: Well. Mister Dolohov?
Dolohov: *looks up at Feanaro* Yes?
Rosier: *watches Feanor suspiciously*
Feanaro: Come here.
Dolohov: ... why?
Feanaro: *rolls eyes*
Rosier: *bitterly* so he can hurt you too
Feanaro: *glares at Rosier* Well?
Dolohov: If I don't?
Feanaro: *sadly* That would not help you at all.
Dolohov: *gives Ev another kiss then reluctantly goes over to Feanaro* Why are you doing this?
Feanaro: Your friend has sworn an oath, and broken it. Unfortunately, he has sworn it by you.
Dolohov: You still believe that he broke it? I think you're wrong.
Feanaro: Do you, now.
Dolohov: But what does it matter, what /I/ think?
Feanaro: Well, explain.
Rosier: *watches them, trying not to show his anxiety*
Dolohov: He didn't go back to lo - to Voldemort. He didn't hurt you or betray you. He's done all you asked of him.
Feanaro: Ah. He did, however, also swear not to betray my allies. And you will have to admit that he did hurt and betray Armand St. Just. - Your hands, please.
Dolohov: I don't think he knew Armand was yours. *sighs and holds out his hands*
Feanaro: *curls lips*
Rosier: How can a weak French boy be an ally?
Dolohov: *winces* Ev...
Feanaro: *binding D's hands* *ignores Rosier* Well, he might have checked.
Rosier: *grits his teeth* Don't hurt him.
Dolohov: *is afraid but trying his best not to show it*
Feanaro: (to Rosier) Too late, too late.
Rosier: How is this different?
Dolohov: I'll be alright, Ev. *somehwat unconvincingly*
Feanaro: *leads Dol to the pillar of doom*
Rosier: Please don't do that.
Feanaro: And why should I not?
Rosier: I swore our lives. How does torturing him prove anything?
Feanaro: Thou sworest thy life, and him. As thou'rt refusing to see reason, I am afraid I shall have to force thee...
Rosier: And what do you consider reason?
Feanaro: Well, what might that be? *ties Dol to pillar*
Feanaro: *is neglecting poor Dol. bad Fea!*
Rosier: If that boy is indeed your ally, I'd like to point out he's not dead.
Feanaro: Neither art thou.
Feanaro: ...yet. But that is not my business, and thou knowest that.
Rosier: But torturing him so I see your kind of undefined reason is your business?
Feanaro: *shakes head, sadly* Actually, of course, it is thy business.
Rosier: I don't know what it is you want from me!
Feanaro: Then think.
Rosier: I have thought. I still think what happened between St. Just and me was private. Our business. Not yours. Not the bloody Wizengamuts. Not even Sly's.
Dolohov: *is tied and looking back and forth anxiously*
Feanaro: Even if it were not my business, by bragging about it, thou didst make it other people's business. And dost thou really think that thou canst simply go and have people stolen from their beds, and rape them, and it would be thy private business?!
Rosier: Huh. Well. *glares*
Feanaro: Well what? *has finally found the whip, lalala*
Dolohov: *leans his head against the pillar*
Rosier: You'd be doing this if I hadn't bragged. *quietly with his eyes rivetted to the whip*
Feanaro: Would I? If thou'rt saying so. *waiting, yet*
Rosier: I wanted him. He didn't have the ability to stop me. That night he had no allies, no family, except that unfounded loyalty he has for that sister of his which gave him to me with hardly any fight.
Feanaro: And that makes it thy right, or what art thou trying to tell me? *angry*
Rosier: If he is yours where were you then? That boy had nothing defending him except his wit, of which he has a short supply in the best of circumstances.
Feanaro: Because, frankly, I had not expected such a very foul thing to happen. I was wrong there. But though I could not protect Armand then, at least I can punish thee now.
Rosier: Then punish me! Not Antonin.
Feanaro: Ah... but it was not Armand who would have been killed, had he refused thee...
Feanaro: *which is the point at which the first strike falls*
Dolohov: *whimpers slightly*
Rosier: *flinches* Hades wasn't going to kill her!
Feanaro: *raises eyebrow* *strikes again*
Rosier: Stop it!
Dolohov: *bites his tongue to keep from crying out*
Rosier: It was only a threat. No one was going to die.
Feanaro: *doesn't take orders well, not even by people who have a right to order him about*
Feanaro: 'tis easy for thee to say that now.
Rosier: We only wanted him to think that.
Feanaro: *next strike* Even if thou wert believing that - and I doubt that - I very much doubt that thy companion was of like mind.
Rosier: *flinches from sound of the whip* We'd agreed.
Feanaro: *actually laughs, humourlessly* Even more foolish. Besides, it makes little difference. Whether you two had actually acted on your threat or no, the threat itself was real enough. *strikes again*
Dolohov: *whimpers a little louder*
Rosier: It was up to St. Just to believe or not. Please stop.
Feanaro: *pauses* Interesting. He is weaker than thou art, isn't he?
Feanaro: Or maybe he is merely more honest?
Rosier: *warily* St. Just? Yes.
Feanaro: *strikes again* No, thy friend.
Dolohov: *is in pain but is somewhat enjoying the blows, despite the situation*
Rosier: Antonin is not weak. He's a tiger.
Feanaro: Ah. Then doubtlessly I mistook his growls for whimpers.
Rosier: You have no idea waht being a Death Eater is like, do you, Feanor?
Feanaro: Indeed I don't. I never followed any insane mass murderers.
Feanaro: I was one myself, back in the day... but I never FOLLOWED.
Rosier: You learn to like the pain. If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.
Feanaro: Ah, Ansereg. Well, then what art thou worried about?
Rosier: It's pointless. *looks longingly over at his lover*
Feanaro: *would be amused if that were his nature* If thou'rt saying so.
Dolohov: *makes a mental note to thank Bella if he ever sees her again*
Rosier: Usually we only hurt each other.
Feanaro: *strikes, nonetheless*
Rosier: This does nothing! *growls* Why are you doing it?
Feanaro: Well, at least thou art not overly happy with it.
Rosier: No.
Feanaro: Thou art aware, of course, that thou wilt have to apologize?
Rosier: *gapes* Apologize?
Feanaro: Aye.
Rosier: To St. Just?
Feanaro: Aah, so thou art learning.
Feanaro: Of course to him.
Rosier: How am I supposed to do that?
Feanaro: Well, firstly the question is, wouldst thou do that?
Rosier: I don't see what there is I could say even if I wanted to.
Feanaro: That thou art sorry? That thou art begging his forgiveness, and willing to do whatever is necessary to gain it? That thou wilt accept whatever he wishes to do to thee in revenge?
Rosier: Why would I say those things when they're not true?
Feanaro: *strikes Dolohov again* *shrugs* Thy call.
Rosier: *studies Sly worriedly trying to see how badly he's taking this*
Dolohov: *smiles faintly at Ev*
Feanaro: *is being nice! Really! Um.*
Rosier: I'm not an actor.
Feanaro: Then it were better if thou wert sincere.
Rosier: I'm not begging St. Just for anything.
Feanaro: Too bad. *returns his full attention to Dolohov*
Rosier: Sly?
Dolohov: *grits his teeth* Ev?
Feanaro: *whips*
Rosier: Do you want me to do it?
Dolohov: *whimpers in pain*
Rosier: I will, for you.
Feanaro: *still whipping*
Dolohov: *D's blood is making a nice puddle on the floor*
Feanaro: *already? Damn, humans run out quickly.*
Rosier: Sly, please? Do you want me to do it?
Dolohov: Do what you have to do. *faintly*
Rosier: *eyes puddle of blood with alarm*
Rosier: *to Fea* You'll kill him if you don't stop soon.
Feanaro: Right. *pauses*
Feanaro: Well?
Feanaro: *cuts of D's robes, which he should have done earlier, anyway*
Rosier: I'll apologize. Anything you want. I can't make St. Just believe me.
Feanaro: Indeed. But if thou wert sincere, maybe he would.
Rosier: How can I be sincere?
Feanaro: *looks at him, coldly* The easiest way would be to mean it, of course; but I suppose that is not given to thee.
Rosier: I'm sorry what I've done is making you hurt my lover.
Feanaro: Well, that is something, at least.
Feanaro: Build on that, then. If thou art lucky, it might be enough.
Feanaro: ...although, of course, that is not how thou shouldst word thy apology.
Feanaro: *dabs Dolohov's back with a clean rag*
Dolohov: *flinches*
Rosier: *wilts with relief* I'm not a man prone to regret, my lord.
Feanaro: But?
Feanaro: *rinses the wounds with wine. To disinfect, actually.*
Rosier: I can't feel as you say I ought, but I don't want Antonin hurt for my sake.
Feanaro: Yes, we know that now. Great job you did there, too.
Rosier: I'm not capable of all you want, my lord.
Feanaro: *is not replying but still taking care of Dolohov's wounds*
Rosier: *groans* Oh Merlin! Sly?
Dolohov: *manages an 'Ev'*
Rosier: I love you. I'll do my best for you.
Feanaro: *is actually less then happy with D's state*
Feanaro: Well, that took a long time, considering how fervently thou wert claiming to do anything for him. *tsks*
Dolohov: I love you too. *is hurting but trying to hide it*
Rosier: I couldn't stop you. *angrily to Fea*
Feanaro: *shakes head sadly* Of course thou couldst have. *even sacrificing some of his good Athelas oil for Dolohov*
Rosier: *finds a way to get to his knees so he can sort of crawl* Please, let me tend to him?
Feanaro: *raises eyebrows* I don't think I should.
Dolohov: *shivers softly* What now?
Rosier: Why not?
Feanaro: What do you mean? You will be left to recover; and he will apologize.
Feanaro: Well, in this state *meaning the bonds* thou couldst not help much, anyway, and it would be very stupid if I released thee. Also, I think you two should be kept apart until you have apologized.
Rosier: My poor Antonin.
Feanaro: Well, yes.
Dolohov: And then after? You'll find some new fault to punish us for?
Feanaro: Hopefully, I will not find one.
Rosier: *bitterly* After, I'll be dead.
Feanaro: That is not something I can influence.
Rosier: You can not let them have me.
Feanaro: Why not?
Rosier: I don't know why, but that is within your power.
Feanaro: Is it?
Rosier: I'd think so, my lord.
Feanaro: And what makes thee think so? And - why should I?
Dolohov: *softly* What must I do to... to get Ev back after?
Feanaro: *sternly* Rest. - I don't think there is anything you could do.
Rosier: Do you know the ultimate sentence of a wizarding court is, my lord?
Dolohov: Nothing? Nothing at all?
Feanaro: I have been told that it is the Dementor's Kiss.
Feanaro: (to Dolohov) Rest!
Dolohov: Not until I know Ev will be safe.
Rosier: *glances anxiously at D*
Rosier: Do you know that means, my lord?
Feanaro: *groans* But he is only waiting here for his judgement by the wizarding court - or for his execution by Admiral McKeon.
Dolohov: I know that. It's what happens after that concerns me. *glares as much as he is able*
Dolohov: And if... if they give him the Kiss...
Rosier: The Kiss destroys a man souls. The Dementor eats it. *shudders*
Feanaro: Yes, I have been told that.
Feanaro: If 'tis any consolation, it will probably choke on the black lump thy soul must be.
Rosier: *looks to D* Our only hope is if the Manticorans get to kill more or... you remember Barty, Sly?
Dolohov: All too well. Why?
Feanaro: Kill more?!
Rosier: *sighs* I mispoke. Kill me.
Feanaro: I can't.
Rosier: He had the Kiss. I have no idea where he is now, but he came back after that. *still don't know -how- Rosier knows this*
Rosier: No, I meant to say my only hope is if the Manticorans kill me. Not kill more.
Feanaro: Ah.
Feanaro: So when thou sayest that I cannot let them have thee, dost thou mean the wizengamot, or the wizengamot and the Manticorans?
Rosier: I only don't want to face the Wizengamut though it'd be a treat to see if St. Just can testify there.
Feanaro: Good thing you didn't say that. Tsk. But I still cannot see where thy end is my concern.
Rosier: If you judge my misdeed to be a violation of the Oath and you can punish me, then how can it be broken or you'd have no right? Then I am your man, too, however you dislike me.
Feanaro: ... Yes.
Dolohov: *brightens*
Rosier: The jurisdiction is yours, my lord. Not theirs.
Feanaro: Thou art one of them, however. I do not see how I could convince them of it.
Rosier: You needn't convince them of anything. Just refuse to give up custody. *isnt thinking very far ahead I'm afraid*
Feanaro: That would have undesirable consequences for me, I am sure.
Rosier: How so?
Feanaro: Well, would they not try and get thee by force?
Rosier: I don't know. Honestly.
Rosier: Hermione Granger-Weasley would want to, but I can't see what she can do on her own.
Feanaro: Then it might be good to know before bartering.
Rosier: *looks sadly at his lover* Then there is nothing I can do.
Feanaro: ...
Rosier: You see, my lord, I have no motivation in my own person, to please you. I'll be dead or worse at the end of this. I only want now to protect my Antonin.
[15:24] Feanaro: Well, if thou dost as I will, there should be no need to worry about that.
Rosier: *resigned* The apology?
Feanaro: Yes, that.
Rosier: *quietly* Anything else, my lord?
Dolohov: What if you don't come back, Ev?
Rosier: *to Sly, almost tearfully* I don't know. I don't even know which death I'm facing, love.
Feanaro: That should be it. Of course, I have not forgiven thee for breaking the oath, but that's second-rate.
Dolohov: *would reach for Ev but as he can't, settles for a look of despair*
Feanaro: *ahahah, just remembers that Dol is still tied to that pillar. Poor Dol.*
Feanaro: *releases bonds so far that Dol can sit down, dammit*
Rosier: *returns the look as despairingly* Don't forget that I love you. And don't let Voldemort get you.
Rosier: *is rather full of angst with his lover and hardly seems to care that Feanor is there*
Dolohov: *sits down gingerly* If you don't come back... I. Never mind,
Feanaro: *is listening, though.*
Rosier: Please don't give up, Antonin. Peril needs you. Maybe you can save him or Roddy.
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Rosier: Stay safe, Antonin. Please.
Feanaro: *coldly* I shall keep him safe.
Dolohov: There's no point in it.
Feanaro: In what?
Dolohov: Being safe.
Rosier: *closes his eyes, showing more pain at this than the whippings et al* Don't say that, love.
Feanaro: Why not?
Dolohov: It's only a matter of time before I'm next and if you're not able to come back then...
Feanaro: *frowns*
Rosier: Please live, for me?
Dolohov: If you insist.
Dolohov: While you're still around, at least .
Rosier: I do insist. Can't hear the strikeout.
Dolohov: As you wish.
Rosier: I love you. Never forget it.
Dolohov: I love you too.
Feanaro: *feels kinda out of place*
Rosier: *the idea sort of, but knows better than to hope they'll be left alone together*
Feanaro: *indeed.*
Dolohov: *is not convinced that Feanor won't continue beating him after Rosier is gone*
Rosier: My lord, after you turn me over, you'll free him won't you?
Feanaro: Aye.
Rosier: *nods*
Dolohov: Will you?
Dolohov: *skeptically*
Feanaro: Why should I not?
Feanaro: I derive no use or pleasure from holding you here (or tormenting you, for that matter).
Dolohov: *raises an eyebrow* Mmm.
Feanaro: And even if I did, I had no right to your life once he *gestures at
Rosier* is... gone.
Dolohov: ... So my Oath means nothing?
Rosier: *flinches*
Feanaro: It means that I protect you from your former master. Why?
Dolohov: You said you had no right to my life.
Feanaro: Ah. Not in that way, no, unless you chose to betray me also.
Dolohov: I thought... oh. I see.
Feanaro: I don't advise you to do that.
Dolohov: I meant my Oath.
Feanaro: You lost me.
Dolohov: I meant what I said. I will not betray you. *is feeling blood-loss effects whee*
Feanaro: Good.
Feanaro: *would actually apologize for the whipping part if Rosier weren't there*
Feanaro: *not that it'd help much, but hey*
Rosier: *watching them anxiously*
Dolohov: *eyes start to close* Feeling a bit tired...
Feanaro: I told you to rest.
Dolohov: 'm afraid.
Rosier: *wants so much to comfort Antonin*
Feanaro: Of what?
Dolohov: *mumbles* Of losing Ev again. *eyes are now shut*
Feanaro: But I cannot help you there.
Feanaro: *gets a few light blankets*
Dolohov: I don't want to wake up and find he's dead...
Rosier: *curls up on floor intently watching*
Feanaro: I don't think it will be that soon.
Feanaro: *carefully spreads blankets over Dol*
Dolohov: *mumbles sleepily*
Feanaro: *sighs, rolls eyes, and unties Dol's hands eventually*
Dolohov: *is passed out*
Feanaro: *has his hands free, anyway*
Rosier: Thank you, my lord.
Feanaro: I did not do it for thee.
Rosier: I know, but thank you anyway. He deserves better than me.
Feanaro: Yes, he does.
Rosier: *shudders*
Feanaro: *eyes, coldly*
Rosier: I love him so much, but there's nothing else I care about.
Feanaro: *does not reply*
Rosier: *could probably sleep even as uncomfortable as he is all tied up* *would rather sleep against D*
Feanaro: *is not moved to pity SO much*
Feanaro: *ponders, though*
Rosier: *keeps eyes glued to watching D breathe*
Feanaro: *wonders whether he should get Dol somewhere more comfortable, or whether he'd rather spend the night in Rosier's cell, uncomfortable*
Dolohov: *has passed out in worst places and would go into panic-attack mode if he wakes up without Ev*
Feanaro: *hm.*
Feanaro: *might get him a mattress down here, though.*
Feanaro: *will do that, then.*
Feanaro: *drags in the mattress, meanwhile*
Feanaro: *moves Dol onto the mattress as painlessly as possible, which is probably not very*
Rosier: *watches and grits his teeth*
Session Close (#df-mandos): Sun Jul 24 17:47:14 2005