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[unreadability]

[ Characters ] unreadability/Mireille, annealoncemore/Silver and later assassinskeeper/Ray
[ Location ] A clearing in the forest between Jamorrow and Childreams. Later Silver's and Ray's house.
[ Date/Time ] May 3rd, Noon/May 3rd, Evening
[ Warning ] Fighting and killing. Later lots and lots of drinking.
[ Content ] Two men and a woman AND YOUR MOTHER TOO. (Except not). First they fight,

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SURPRISE TIMEJUMP

[annealoncemore]

[ even before they step fully into the house, Silver notices blood on the doorframe. Oh, that's classy decor right there. also, there's a distinct blood-smell wafting out from the house, just enough to be noticeable particularly if you're looking for it. It adds to the blood already clinging to them, a sickeningly coppery smell that surrounds them.

He lets himself inside nevertheless, assuming she'll follow, and sets down his stuff - bloodied and dirtied and all - by the front door. He and Ray aren't exactly the cleanest or tidiest of people (too busy drinking, to be honest) but even he won't trek more blood over his house than is necessary. ]

Ray.

[ said to Ray! Who is there! right? ]

[walkingtheweb]

[ Please, let's not talk about wives, Silver might remember things! Ray refills Mirielle's glass with brandy, and finishes off his own glass before refilling it. He drinks, trying to refocus on a conversation that could so easily get way too out of hand. Time to fall back on being charming. ]

You are quite interesting company yourself [ Said with a smile to Mirielle and a sharp glance at Silver to say 'Yes, we know your opinion on most women, shut up' ]

[unreadability]

What a compliment.

[Mireille can feel the alcohol slowly beginning to take an effect. Her smile is just a tad wider than it would normally be, her eyes shining. She sips her brandy with a bit more dignity this time. Audibly frustrated, she adds, looking at neither of them, but simply staring right ahead.]

However, I'm afraid I don't have the skills to make an accommodating wife.

[annealoncemore]

[ thankfully, Silver isn't thinking about his own wife at all - he's remembering all those times drinking with Ray back in Paris, and of course the hoard of girls that had surrounded them. the hoard of very, very noisy girls.

He looks at Mireille over the rim of his glass. ]

You never get in anyone's way, at least.

[ i... strongly suspect that was supposed to be comforting. lol, silver. ]

[walkingtheweb]

[ It's going to take a bit more alcohol to get Ray anywhere near drunk, but he can feel the warm fuzz starting to set in. ]

That's hardly a compliment Silver [ But it's not like he expects anything else from the man ]

I'm sure you'd make a fine wife for... [ He cuts himself off before his opinion on Jean Louis come spilling out. ]

[unreadability]

[Turning her attention from Silver to Ray, her initial smile fades. She does pick up on where he was obviously going with that sentence and it sparks a sense of guilt in her. Taking another, longer, gulp of brandy, she meets Ray's eyes. A comfortable numbness is beginning to spread in her mind. It makes things easier.]

Jean Louis hasn't always been like this. Back when... [A pause. Her brow furrows.] I don't know where I'd be without him.

[annealoncemore]

[ i... is it just Silver or did that sentence not make sense? He looks between Ray and Mireille, wondering where Ray's sentence was going, wondering whether Mireille just spoke well or poorly of JL. Poor Silver. He's really not very good at this human relations thing.

Thank god he has alcohol. ]

You'd survive. [ he doesn't mean to sound so dismissive - it's just that to him, it's also so logical. at least he's no longer going on about how much he's lost. Still, there's a semi-bitter twist to his features. ] Even if we should lose everything.

[ oh, Silver. can't you just drink and have normal conversations? ]

OH GODS THIS THREAD IS KILLING ME WITH LAUGHTER!

[walkingtheweb]

[ Ray would like you both to stop being morose thankyouverymuch. And stop trying to take conversations in directions he Does Not Want To Go. He's noticed Silver's use of we there by the way. He's not sure he likes it here. ]

Gah, we drink to lift our spirits, not be all morose. We're still alive after all! [ There's a sharp edge to his words. Might be trying a little too hard there Ray... ]

XDD THAT'S WHAT IT'S EXISTENCE IS ALL ABOUT

[unreadability]

[Allowing herself a laugh at Ray's outburst, she takes a swing of her brandy, putting the glass away and standing up. The dress is long and heavy - perfect for ballroom dancing. It occurs to her when she extends her hand to Ray that perhaps the alcohol is beginning to get to her head. However, it's to prefer to... the memories of... everything.]

And since living is dancing, you should allow me the honour, Ray.

[Mireille holds her hand out as primly as she can muster, considering how she is taking the role that is normally reserved for the man, meeting Silver's gaze over Ray's shoulder and smiling at him. Making sure that he knows she is not only referring to her doubts about his friend's dancing skills, she says:]

I'll just have to make the best of it.

[annealoncemore]

[ oh what, stop being subtle around Silver, Mireille - he can't even handle you when you're just speaking outright. For now, at least, he's choosing to respond to the surface meaning of Mireille's words. When he works out the other meaning in like three days, he'll let you know.

Silver actually... smiles. Not just one of his thin smiles that you might have noticed when he's being particularly bitter or blase, but exactly that smile in the icon. His drinking smile. ]

Ray, you'll have to live up to your words now.

[walkingtheweb]

[ Ah so much of a better topic! He laughs as Mirielle stand up and offers her hand. ]

My pleasure, lady. [ He stands and takes the offered hand. A glance over at Silver, and a recognition of that smile. Well, at least something makes Silver smile, right? ]

I always live up to my words! But we have no music.

THREADJACKED FOR AWESOME. new posting order silver -> mireille -> ray?

[annealoncemore]

[ upon those words Silver looks, almost involuntarily, out the window. The field of singing flowers have more or less been cowed by his constant anger and being ignored, but upon even a glance they seem to perk up.

Getting up, he walks over to the window... and opens them. And yes. The flowers are very pleased.

Well, there's your music. ]

What a farce.

[ muttered to himself like so - and don't expect him to own up to finding this amusing, either. ]

PERFECTION

[unreadability]

[Turning slightly, still gripping Ray's hand lightly, she follows Silver with her gaze, raising her free hand to press her fingers to her lips when he opens the window, the flowers singing a tune too light to be a proper waltz, but blending perfectly with the rest of the atmosphere. Odd, but comfortable. Mireille shakes her head once, facing the other man again. He's tall, much taller than Silver, and thus - of course - much much taller than Jean Louis. She has to stand on her toes to manage an appropriate waltz pose.]

Now, Monsieur, un-deux-trois. Un-deux-trois...

[The count is too fast, because of the flowers' singing, but she doesn't mind.]

[walkingtheweb]

[ He settles his hand lightly on Mirielle's hip in proper waltz pose, mouth quirking up into a half smile, both at her words and his mental image of what her husband's face would be like if he knew where his wife was right now. ]

I can waltz you know

[ And he can, though not particularly well. That might be a function of the alcohol or the faster tempo or the cramped space. ]

[annealoncemore]

[ this... is the most ridiculous thing he's ever seen. Thank god he's already tipsy.

for the moment he's quite content to sit and watch, hiding any stronger feeling behind those incredibly impassive eyes. Until Ray speaks, anyway. ]

Ray, that's hardly waltzing.

[ Silver: always honest, if not always very fair. Ah well. ]

1/2 FORGIVE ME FOR COMMENT SPAM BUT ICONS OK

[unreadability]

[Letting Ray lead her in half-circles around the cramped space in something that... yes, is hardly a waltz but close enough to have her feet recognise the steps, her eyes soften as she meets Ray's eyes. There's a slight dizziness beginning to make itself known in her head.]

I was never doubting it. A gentleman to the core, of course.