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Who: Sharon Rainsworth and Vincent Nightray
When: 21st September
Where: Gil and co.'s apartment
Summary: Vincent "checks in" with Sharon to see how she's settling in.
Warnings: Vincent. Maybe some creepiness but that's nothing new, right?

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Sharon schooled her features and took a moment to compose herself before she looked up at him and, in return, offered him a smile of her own.

"Not too improper when it's ones own home, no matter how temporary, really, Mr.Vincent." Though she real did regret it right at that moment. Since that particular incident when he used her to manipulate Break, Sharon had avoided spending any time with Gil's brother. Especially alone.

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Sharon fumed. Internally. She fumed a lot and her hand practically itched for her fan. What she wouldn't give to give him a firm beating with it just for being as obnoxious as he was. Really, there was nothing about Vincent Nightray that didn't rub her the wrong way, and that was before he'd poisoned her.

Instead, however, she gave him the patented Rainsworth smile. He was not a close acquaintance and, therefore, it was imperative that she continue to be as reasonable as her House required her to be. Even in the face of such insult and annoyance. Ah well, there were still things she could do; it wouldn't do, also, for a Rainsworth heir to simply accept like that. "I'm sure that is something you are well acquainted with, Mr. Vincent, and I thank you so very much for the kind warning."

Oh, she really, really wanted to hit him.

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"Banished? Such harsh words, Mr. Vincent," Sharon replied, same sweet smile there. She'd never understood the aversion to the Nightrays, though it had always been Vincent in particular. Break had never trusted him, and Sharon's trust in Break had always been absolute. Of course, that suspicion turned out to be quite well-founded all things considered, and Sharon was still somewhat baffled at her being alive if she were honest with herself. She didn't, however, let herself dwell on it.

"I couldn't imagine what you could have done to have earned such treatment." Apart from, of course, trying to kill her - but that had come later. And, since then, she had never been allowed a minute alone with him until now.

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Oh, Sharon had heard her share. Girls gossiped, sure as anything, but Sharon didn't spend as much time around them as her piers. Not many of them, after all, became as involved in Pandora as she was, both for personal reasons and because it was something that came with her name. She was neither interested enough to ask for more information nor rude enough to bring it up in polite conversation, even if the undercurrents of this one was far from that.

It would, for instance, be decidedly rude to decline such an invitation. At the same time, it would also show him her fear. She'd been determined not to let him know she was afraid. That simply wouldn't do.

Sharon picked up her tea and moved to sit herself down in the empty seat.

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Sharon very calmly let out a breath and glanced to the side at him, offering another polite smile. Oh yes, manners - they certainly ruled the life of the nobility, and there was nothing Sharon would do to change her upbringing.

"So I've been told," she said quite calmly, and she was pretty damn sure Vincent knew she hadn't seen her mother in a while. A very, very long while. She didn't know much about what was going on, and grandma so rarely mentioned her - these were things she was sure Vincent knew. But they were not things Sharon was going to talk about.

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Very calmly - at least outwardly - Sharon's other hand came up and smacked his away before it could make contact with her cup, lifting it and bringing it to her lips, out of his immediate reach. The gesture could have been used for swatting something as normal and everyday as a fly, and the expression on her face didn't change.

Even though, inside, she could almost feel herself wanting to react more violently and less like a lady. She controlled herself and didn't lean away.

"I consider it a fine compliment," Sharon agreed pleasantly enough, continuing the conversation as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

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Sharon chuckled and didn't move away. She didn't flinch, didn't even shift - just sat perfectly still, perfectly straight. Even though she wanted to be across the room from him. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes and smiled.

"Such archaic thinking, Mister Vincent," she said after a moment. "After all, where would the Rainsworth be without young ladies with inclinations of their own. Of course, I don't imagine you have had much of a chance to converse with the free-thinkers as opposed to the dolls."

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Once again, her hand came up and slapped his away, stopping him before he could make contact. "I say no to her all the time, Mister Vincent," Sharon said serenely. "It is simple unnecessary to make any kind of show-and-tell out of it."