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He's alone again and doesn't like it. After a month of being in the cell, he's tired of solitude. Random has just slipped out to get something to eat, he knows he wont be long. But still, in the meantime, he sits and tries not to let the walls close in
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Still, outwardly she's calm - no hesitation in the knock, no biting her lip or another.
Outwardly, she's calm.
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He is...more than surprised by who he sees. Because although he's sure he's never seen this woman before...he knows who it is. He's almost drawn to her, almost reaches a hand for her as soon as he looks at her face. But no. Not his. Not. He's sure of it, he thinks.
He pales slightly and swallows. 'Bianca.'
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"Ramon Salazar," Bianca says. A sweet voice, half Italian and half Australian, but clear as a human's voice just isn't.
"I came to see how you were doing." Every word clipped, her tone perfectly polite.
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I know what it feels like when you bite my wrist...
Still he hesitates. He can't shut the door in her face and can't talk to her out here in the hallway. But he's not sure what she'll do if they're alone together - or what he might do, while not himself. After a moment, 'Come in then.'
He stands aside to let her into the room and then thinks and raises an arm to stop her. 'Wait! Just a second.' He raises his hand to the cross round his neck and says in a normal voice,
'Hey its me. Bianca's here. There's nothing that'll hurt her when she comes through the door right?'
A brief pause and then Random's voice quite clearly...
"Hey babe. And the answer's no. Unless she's planning to brutally murder you in my absence. In which case you may want to open the door for her. But unless she's picking the lock, then no worries."He rolls his eyes and mutters a 'thanks' - he figures that Random knows quite well that he was letting him know she ( ... )
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"Random's work, I imagine?" A little glance at him. "We talked a bit," Bianca explains.
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He shuts the door after them and looks at her uneasily for a moment. Then gestures towards a chair, 'Take a seat if you like.'
what does she want? Is she like the others, came to stare at me while men in full armour kicked me around? No...no...they came to stare at the person who hurt their friend. Yes? Not sure...
A hand runs through his hair and pauses for a moment on the back of his neck. 'How's he doing?'
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She can hear his thoughts, clearly, but doesn't even smile.
"He...he is better."
Take that as you will.
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If he's worse, I am.
He walks to the dresser and after some hesitation, pours himself a tequila. He had a notion that he wanted tea but that didn't make sense and he didn't have any up here anyway. He also felt that after not having eaten for days, alcohol wasn't such a good idea...but this woman makes him nervous.
He pours a large measure and turns back to her. 'I'd offer you some chivaldean but I know it's not to your taste.'
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Bianca's watching him, though - not the way a woman watches a man she's alone with, but the way a large cat might track a wounded deer. She's not even aware that she's really doing it.
"So, how are you doing?"
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Known me for seven months Bianca, why don't you know? Wearing my ring, drink my blood, I love you...
He shrugs then, and swallows a mouthful of tequila, suddenly grateful for having it. 'I found out two days ago that a large portion of the things in my head aren't my memories at all. I don't know what is mine and what is his. Look at how he is, that's me I suppose.'
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Yes, Bianca can be snarky. She...just often isn't.
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He keeps telling himself he can't get angry. He's hardly got the energy to anyway. But still, that pissed him off. 'You come for any other reason than to be rude to me?'
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"I was being rude? I didn't notice. If I was being rude, I'd do this-" And she slaps him.
She went from sitting in the chair, to slaping him. No teleportation, no clouding his mind, just moving too fast for any mortal to see. And it's a light slap, too.
Just enough to deck him, not enough to break his jaw.
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Still, he doesn't care for being hit. Anger swells through him rapidly - he stays on the floor on purpose so he doesn't get up and do anything stupid. And then his hand goes back to the cross and he mutters, 'It's all right, don't come in, ' and drops it before he gets a reply.
He looks up at her finally, his eyes dark but steady. Chivaldean? 'There was no need for that.'
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Opal eyes glittering greengrey with hidden, frustrated, anger.
"Perhaps not. Then again, I've been feeling a good deal of frustration, watching Arithon unravel until he's a body with two men's memories. I will not add to your guilt, Ramon, but I was planning on killing you should you set foot outside the Bar. Sadly, considering that you are now somehow joined with my lover, and that I'm fond of yours, I'm going to have shelf that idea. However, the situation required a physical response of some kind."
She looks at the cross, and smiles.
"So, Ramon, nel nome del Padre, del Figlio e dello Spirito Santo...I swear to you that I will not harm you again as long as the situation remains the same." Smoothly getting to her feet, she walks out of range and waits. Either for him to get up, or for him to say something.
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Suddenly his eyes go wide and he's pulling at the button of his left shirt cuff frantically, eventually ripping the button off in frustration. He pulls up the sleeve, and on seeing the tattoo of the Virgin, breathes a sigh of relief. If that wasn't there I'd think I was him. Mi Dios Arithon, why did we choose this? It's going to end us both, I can't do it...
He seems to remember then that he's not alone and his eyes drop back to Bianca although his hand still traces the tattoo absentmindedly.
'He offered me this. He knew what he was doing. And I have his memories and I don't know which of us is worse.'
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