[Rabbit's response comes quickly, barely a pause before the copper automaton's crooked smile is shining in her direction, head tilting with an audible click.]
Y-ya know ya can just call me Rabbit, Your Majesty. Titles an' honors like t-that are meant for more human-types. I'm just a humble robut hopin' t' serve his l-l-lo-lovely Queen.
An' I don't mind in th' slightest. I'll hop on over real soon.
[the response from Elizabeth is straight away, correcting him on this point that people seemed to be getting wrong.] I'm am no queen, the title of monarch is my younger brother's and long may he rule. I am the Duchess of Anjou. [her pronunciation in french is flawless, as usual. For she's been speaking nothing but french for so long now. It's all automatic, lip service of a woman whose perfected such.]
I am not... at Hatfield. [she sighed.] I am staying at... 'Sanctuary' if you know of it, with the Lady Helen -- who has been so kind as to let me stay.
[she couldn't stay in that palace, couldn't be surrounded by all those memories. It hurt so much.]
[Hey, she's a queenie in his clockwork heart all the same, but she'll get no argument out of this particular metal man. He simply obliges her request with another twitching smile of his copper lips and a bow of his head.]
I'm familiar with b-b-both Th'Sanctuary and Miss Helen, so that'll be no problem there.
What're ya in th' mood for t'day? Just a bit of singin' or some playin' on th' side as well?
Loki had been out and about when he started to notice people being... Different. Wanting to see who changed and how they changed. So, when he bumped into the last person he wanted to see, the young god took in a quick look at the queen's appearance and body languge, how she moved and looked around before smirking. Oh yes, he would have some fun with Elizabeth today. After all, he was still rather upset with her for the other day (and still living in a tree for that matter).
Slowly and carefully, Loki approached the woman, reaching out to set a hand on her arm gently so as to not startle her.] Mother..?
[Elizabeth's mind was a million miles away. The same place it was constantly, at home, with better things and better moments. Enough that at the call she longed to hear so badly, she started, turning back with complete alarm. Heart leaping for a moment.]
Child...? [She had watched her child die, seen his sick face. So much like this boys. His pale face below black curls. It's the sweating sickness, madam, there is nothing we can do --] No, 'tis not possible. [she closed her eyes, frowning for a moment, as if he were no more than the same spectre she'd dreamed a hundred times.]
[Finding her in the street was so easy it was almost pitiful, but he had inhuman advantages. He headed over with a little smirk on his face, a hand resting lightly on her arm as he stepped into her path.]
[She tries to find it reassuring, she does. So much. He's good to her, he's so good. He promised to never hurt her, to protect her, that she could call on him if she ever needed it. She didn't have anyone any more. Her husband was more interested in other men, her son dead. But Dean has promised, he meant his promises, she was sure of it. He was a good man, a righteous man in God's eyes. He said so himself.]
For you? Always.
[he was still too close for comfort. But she swallowed down on it, her shoulders hunching up tightly, still held as a lady did, rigid, stiff, trying to pretend her vulnerability wasn't so open.]
[Well they have meant to talk together. Alex is trained. She notices when something is wrong and, as a cop, she has to investigate] Are you quite alright?
[Elizabeth skittered back at the voice, stepping away. But it's an utter relief to see someone sort of familiar, and female for that matter. She was so out of sorts in male company without another lady present.] Ah- it's lovely to see you ma'am.
[ Selina walks over to the door, opening it. Her hair is a bit everywhere as she just rolled out of bed, but seeing the strain on the Queen's face... isn't something she's used to. ] I told you, drop the "lady." I don't have any titles. [ Then she pauses. ] What's wrong?
[Elizabeth sunk down into a courtesy.] Forgive me, it is never meant to offend. Only deepest respect. I- [she took a steadying breath. She wanted to panic, burst into tears again.] I merely need a favour. I know it is too much to ask, and -- [her head dropped.] Please. My lady please.
I know. You've said that before. [ She bristles, still trying to adjust to the life that she's living in now. Selina thinks she'll always be an outsider to the grandness of the palace. Watching the emotions on Elizabeth's face - ones that look so foreign to her - Selina's irritation evaporates. Then she grabs the woman by the arm and pulls her into her room, closing the door behind her. ]
We have to run -- we've got to go, s-something is wrong with Gabriel he -- [she's sobbing, she can't say it, what it's been like since she woke up.] He'll hurt us both, please believe me, we have to go. [she takes Selina's arm and tugs her to the secret door out the back. Fingers slipping on the latch.]
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[Rabbit's response comes quickly, barely a pause before the copper automaton's crooked smile is shining in her direction, head tilting with an audible click.]
Y-ya know ya can just call me Rabbit, Your Majesty. Titles an' honors like t-that are meant for more human-types. I'm just a humble robut hopin' t' serve his l-l-lo-lovely Queen.
An' I don't mind in th' slightest. I'll hop on over real soon.
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I am not... at Hatfield. [she sighed.] I am staying at... 'Sanctuary' if you know of it, with the Lady Helen -- who has been so kind as to let me stay.
[she couldn't stay in that palace, couldn't be surrounded by all those memories. It hurt so much.]
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I'm familiar with b-b-both Th'Sanctuary and Miss Helen, so that'll be no problem there.
What're ya in th' mood for t'day? Just a bit of singin' or some playin' on th' side as well?
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[she manages a smile, it's practised and it lacks any real warmth, but she's trying, he's being kind so she can try to give it in return.]
Whatever you feel like, I'd enjoy it all.
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Loki had been out and about when he started to notice people being... Different. Wanting to see who changed and how they changed. So, when he bumped into the last person he wanted to see, the young god took in a quick look at the queen's appearance and body languge, how she moved and looked around before smirking. Oh yes, he would have some fun with Elizabeth today. After all, he was still rather upset with her for the other day (and still living in a tree for that matter).
Slowly and carefully, Loki approached the woman, reaching out to set a hand on her arm gently so as to not startle her.] Mother..?
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Child...? [She had watched her child die, seen his sick face. So much like this boys. His pale face below black curls. It's the sweating sickness, madam, there is nothing we can do --] No, 'tis not possible. [she closed her eyes, frowning for a moment, as if he were no more than the same spectre she'd dreamed a hundred times.]
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He put his hand on her arm more firmly, letting her feel he was there.] Mother... Why do you hide from me?
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I'm not, you faded away from me. I always think of you. [Here she was, arguing with a ghost. Couldn't help it, just babbling and insisting.]
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[Finding her in the street was so easy it was almost pitiful, but he had inhuman advantages. He headed over with a little smirk on his face, a hand resting lightly on her arm as he stepped into her path.]
Hey, Elizabeth. You're in a hurry.
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Master Dean. [she swept her skirts in a curtsey, her eyes still down.] It's a pleasure to see you.
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You got a few minutes to talk?
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For you? Always.
[he was still too close for comfort. But she swallowed down on it, her shoulders hunching up tightly, still held as a lady did, rigid, stiff, trying to pretend her vulnerability wasn't so open.]
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[Well they have meant to talk together. Alex is trained. She notices when something is wrong and, as a cop, she has to investigate] Are you quite alright?
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[ Selina walks over to the door, opening it. Her hair is a bit everywhere as she just rolled out of bed, but seeing the strain on the Queen's face... isn't something she's used to. ] I told you, drop the "lady." I don't have any titles. [ Then she pauses. ] What's wrong?
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What is it?
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We have to run -- we've got to go, s-something is wrong with Gabriel he -- [she's sobbing, she can't say it, what it's been like since she woke up.] He'll hurt us both, please believe me, we have to go. [she takes Selina's arm and tugs her to the secret door out the back. Fingers slipping on the latch.]
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