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[naughtbutlife]

Who: Angelica and Sexby
What: Sexby has been stomping around all day and Angelica is oblivious
Where: Their cabin on the 7th floor
When: Wednesday night
Warnings: Possible mention of traumatic things like a prison-birth. Olde timey swearing. Married shenanigans.

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Angelica had wandered off into the bedroom to change when Sexby finally returned to their cabin. She heard him enter - he had a rather heavy gait when he wasn't trying to be stealthy - and hoped that all was well as she went to the door of the hall to greet him.

But clearly things were not any better. The expression on his face and the droop in his shoulders told her that something was still troubling him, and a look of concern creased her brow. "How now, sir," she murmured. "I was making you tea, but you look like you could use a little mulled wine."

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Well, this was far more uncomfortable than it needed to be. "Aye, sir, the tea is for you. I know it helps calm you, and you seem fairly...unwell." Unwell being the gentle and polite term, and disturbed being the more blunt way of putting it.

Angelica adjusted the robe around her shoulders as she began closing the distance between them. "Sexby, what is the matter? Has something happened?"

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She had no reason to think his explanation was a lie, though searched his face as he spoke out of pure habit, even if Sexby had always been very good at keeping his motivations hidden from her. "Aye, I had assumed as much," she replied, touching a hand gently to his shoulder before she went to fix him his cup of tea.

"It is a troublesome matter, that is quite true. Something must be done, for bloodshed of that sort should never be encouraged. I care not who it is - it is gruesome and horrific, and we should never be so blasé about such things."

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Angelica, however, just went about her business. She wrapped the handle of her kettle in her sleeve and took it off the iron hook above the fire, bringing over to the table and quickly pouring the hot water into two cups for them both. "Almost like death itself here," she remarked. "But it does become tiring, trying to care each and every time someone murders another over a personal grudge."

She fetched the key to their spice cupboard and went to rifle through it for sugar, as she wished to treat herself to something sweet. She didn't notice that her husband was still anxious and not himself.

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The cone of sugar was wrapped securely in a cloth, as Angelica still treated pure sugar as a precious item, and she brought it over to the table and scraped just enough into her tea with a spoon. She stirred the sugar into the tea and licked the sweet mix off the spoon like a child, setting down the spoon and taking a sip with a contented sigh. The little indulgence had properly distracted her from her husband and the conversation at hand, but with the tea now in hand she returned her gaze to him.

"I have always loathed any violence, and dislike immensely that I am so accustomed to it that I barely flinch when stumbling upon a corpse." She sighed. "It is no easy matter, putting yourself in the middle of such a strongly-held grudge, but you are brazen enough to do it."

She had another sip, and it was then that she noticed her husband's hands were shaking. "Edward?"

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"The needless bloodshed? Aye, I suppose it is similiar..." Angelica pushed the nearest chair out towards him with her foot, casting a sceptical glance his way but deciding not to comment on it. She didn't question the subject matter, but rather his reaction to it.

"Speak to me, Edward. It may help ease your mind."

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She'd heard this all before, only with Beth when she was trying to hide something from her mother. Still, Angelica didn't think anything was particularly odd about the exchange, as no doubt her husband was just exhausted and would most likely seek her out if he did wish to speak to her. She reached across the space between them and grasped his arm. "Then I will say nothing more," she reassured him quietly.

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Angelica gladly went back to her tea, even using her finger to pick up a few stray grains of sugar that had fallen on to the table. "Aye, quite well. Pondering what to do with my inmate and her own anger, but nothing new there. I have been wondering about the technology that was used to implant the idea into her mind, as I know so little about it...."

And then she shrugged, for it was a half-formed thought and she wasn't really going anywhere with it.

"But well. It has been a quiet evening."