If it please you... [for nothing pleased her. Nothing provided either solace or warmth. She's listless when she addresses him, and so very detached. She's still a mess, not bothering to really have done anything save find the communicator, and undo the rest of her hair.
It's a mess, such an utter mess and it's such a struggle to find words, to make sense of anything, not with so much death on her mind. She bites her lip for a moment, trying to clear it.] ... It would please me also.
I just wanted to bring my people peace there's been so much blood. Now I have killed a queen and brought war on my people. What is victory when it comes with such a price...? [She closed her eyes for a second, just to swallow down on the feeling when it threatened to overwhelm her again.]
It's more then I deserve, my lord. [she just felt ill, and so very weak. For so many things, to be toyed with by fate again.] As you are want, I will not press you. [Usually she would tease, demand almost mockingly, but she lacked the energy to even try.]
I wish... [It didn't matter what she wished for any more. It was done, or would be. Worse then that, it had to be done. She'd read enough to see how far this would go. Her empire. It was even called that. An Empire out of her poor sick little country.]
[She was waiting for him. Fingers working the knots out of her long red hair where she'd ripped herself to pieces. Not that she was gentle with it now either, pulling and tugging with it. But when she saw him, she rose, bowing her head to him.] My lord. [it was still obvious how little control she had with this, trembling still faintly, despite all best efforts to the opposite.]
[Elizabeth's walls never slipped, not any more. Which led to things like this. She hadn't reacted to anything Gabriel had said to her, control had come first. It was meant to be private, before she'd exploded with it. Destroyed everything in her path and was left with the wreckage. This whole thing was surreal in that she did not feel judged for. Such behaviour wasn't considered queenly, and she kept waiting for the blow that came from slipping up.
She took the roses, smiling at them.] Then shall we forget them, because I've no need of them... [she brought the roses to her face, taking in their scent with a deep breath.] ... They're my favourite. Roses. Thank-you. [there was a pause.] I guess that's a little predictable, but... roses were my mother's favourite. [She adored her family, because she had to. Else she really would be as bitter as was supposed. Every little shard of it.]
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It's a mess, such an utter mess and it's such a struggle to find words, to make sense of anything, not with so much death on her mind. She bites her lip for a moment, trying to clear it.] ... It would please me also.
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It's more then I deserve, my lord. [she just felt ill, and so very weak. For so many things, to be toyed with by fate again.] As you are want, I will not press you. [Usually she would tease, demand almost mockingly, but she lacked the energy to even try.]
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[She was waiting for him. Fingers working the knots out of her long red hair where she'd ripped herself to pieces. Not that she was gentle with it now either, pulling and tugging with it. But when she saw him, she rose, bowing her head to him.] My lord. [it was still obvious how little control she had with this, trembling still faintly, despite all best efforts to the opposite.]
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She took the roses, smiling at them.] Then shall we forget them, because I've no need of them... [she brought the roses to her face, taking in their scent with a deep breath.] ... They're my favourite. Roses. Thank-you. [there was a pause.] I guess that's a little predictable, but... roses were my mother's favourite. [She adored her family, because she had to. Else she really would be as bitter as was supposed. Every little shard of it.]
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