[Regardless of her hatred for her two foster brothers, the dream is still hard to watch. Elliot has always been fond of Gilbert (for whatever stupid reason) and he still insists that Vincent is someone worthy of respect. Respect...after what he said.
No, there's no damned way.]
It serves you right, you know. You were bound to catch something, carrying on the way that you do.
My, my, just what kind of message are you sending me? We are siblings, after all...
[Not that she acknowledges that, but he's trying to get a rise out of her. He doesn't want to think about if she worries or not, to dwell on the fact that she wouldn't, no one should.]
Oh, please, my dearest beloved sister Vanessa, find it in your heart to take pity on your brother and deliver something to send me into blessed unconsciousness.
No, there's no damned way.]
It serves you right, you know. You were bound to catch something, carrying on the way that you do.
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[He'll make it sound so pleasant, so loving. After all, they're family, aren't they?
It doesn't hurt at all. ]
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[brb figuring out how to say 'I hope you die' in flower language.]
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[Black roses should do the trick. And if they only have white, she'll just have to paint them black.]
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[Not that she acknowledges that, but he's trying to get a rise out of her. He doesn't want to think about if she worries or not, to dwell on the fact that she wouldn't, no one should.]
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How familiar are you with the language of flowers, Vincent?
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So what would you like to send me, dear sister? Perhaps thistle, as recognition of my true nobility, despite such petty things as birth...
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If it's a sedative that you want, perhaps if you ask nicely I can procure one for you. In this place you might just end up sleeping a nice, long time.
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[He manages not to laugh, even.]
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[Well, ever, but he cuts himself off with laughter.]
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