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[knightmare_hime]

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[A soft, melodious giggle can be heard over the network. It is a sound that is feminine and uncharacteristically dainty for the Britannian princess that slowly comes into view. She looks exactly like Cornelia li Britannia save for the yellow, glowing eyes, which squint shut as

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[akingmuststand]

[As with Clovis, this is as anticipated. The clothing, the pose, the cant of the head; he'd known his sister sought to hide all this. Her 'weaker' attributes... he could almost laugh. The spectacle is anything but weak. He knows his sister is beautiful - stunning, radiant, resplendent, he has thought all of these things in abundance time and again. His faith in her has been unfaltering since they were children.

And even here, even now - ah, but he looks at her and feels... what? Sadness? Not quite, though it is saddenning to see this so hidden. Worrying. He worries about his sister. Can she face this?

His faith has been unfaltering, but he thinks this might just catch her out.]

Cornelia...

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[knightmare_hime]

[She smirks cryptically, hands slipping to her shoulders before slowly moving lower, gliding over pale skin, touching lace and satin as they smooth over her breasts, and then even lower, lashes lidding when she reaches her abdomen. It doesn't end there. Not really. Her hands are off screen, but they have moved downward with an unmistakable destination in mind.

The amusement still glimmers in her eyes, unfazed by his lack of interest, his cool apathy. She knows he is prepared for anything she might tell him. But she doesn't care. Let him see what she really is. The things she would long for if only she allowed herself to give into raw impulse.]

Feelings. Wants. Desires. They induce hunger. [The grin lengthens, curling her lips almost cruelly.] And that is something Lelouch will always have over you, Brother. Selfish needs. Selfish wishes. An end goal that is self-seeking.

[And then she is staring at him again, her gaze intentionally provocative.] Perhaps I should show you...

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[akingmuststand]

[His expression borders on bored, nonchalant, as he leans onto a gloved hand.]

You seem to think my battle with Lelouch is something personal, Cornelia. You should know that I have a far greater vision than that, one I will see come to fruition. Lelouch is really too childish for such things.

[Nevermind that he wins.]

But I don't see why you'd even bring him up, if what you want me to see is you. Do you really think this little display is going to change the man I am?

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[knightmare_hime]

[If she is wounded by his indifference, it doesn't show, but she does roll her eyes, picking up the device and moving to the bed. She sinks into the mushy mattress, the screen only pointed at her face now as her body curls on its side and her gaze returns to his.]

No. Not personal. Never personal when it comes to you. Whether you come to realize it or not, that is your weakness. [Her eyes darken before looking away. And she is silent for a moment. Something else is there. Another expression. Sadness. Disappointment. Something sorrowful and bleak that moistens her gaze before she conceals it altogether under a curly mass of fuchsia and closed lids.

And then it is gone and the yellow glowing eyes are completely void of emotion as she stares elsewhere.]

I never said that seeing my better half will bring about any change. As usual, my brother seeks to read between lines where no meaning has been hidden. In truth, I should give up on you. You who gave up on me. [The barest of smiles.] Unfortunately, that's not possible.

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[akingmuststand]

[Is he touched by this? It's impossible to really tell, looking at his face, but the smile has faded to a pale ghost of what it was, a mere curve of the mouth that speaks neither of mirth nor of joy. The expression rings hollow. Dismissive.

He straightens, gaze lowering for a moment.]

Unfortunately.

[His voice might be sad, but it's too distant, too soft to tell. he looks up to meet her yellow eyes, and returns her smile.]

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[knightmare_hime]

[Her smile lessens, if that is possible, becoming thin and wiry. It bears no meaning, but it remains there, lifeless and distant.]

It is this manner of thinking that makes you the cruelest of all, Brother. To me. To yourself. And, consequently, to everyone around you.

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[akingmuststand]

[There is no moment's faltering. No hesitation. His smile simply grows as he cocks his head to regard her.]

What reason would I have for anything else, Cornelia?

[You have never needed to understand, dear sister.]

It matters little. You say I have no right to care for you, or feel concerned - and yet I do. Is that my cruelty, manifest?

[Well, he can't show her either extreme. That'd be counter-productive.]

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[knightmare_hime]

...And your ignorance. Your folly. [Now she's the one who looks bored, tracing patterns in the sheet on her mattress.] Your naiveté.

You have become what I could not. And yet, I still believe you have failed.