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[latino_menace]

He's alone again and doesn't like it. After a month of being in the cell, he's tired of solitude. Random has just slipped out to get something to eat, he knows he wont be long. But still, in the meantime, he sits and tries not to let the walls close in

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[abotticellilady]

She's wearing a coat, for no other reason then she just came in from by the lake. One hand in her pocket, fingers laced with her rosary.

Still, outwardly she's calm - no hesitation in the knock, no biting her lip or another.

Outwardly, she's calm.

[abotticellilady]

She bows her head, running her fingers through her long, thick blonde hair. It catches the light, and looks nothing more then pure, mellow gold for an instant.

"He seems worse. Not that means much, but he seems worse. More crippled by it then you, though I do not know you well enough to truly say." A little, graceful shrug (a courtesan's shrug, woman-for-gold) and her lips twitch into a smile that lacks all traces of humour.

"I should not have slapped you, I admit. I'm sorry."

[latino_menace]

'We just met Bianca, you don't know how I am when I'm near someone I'm close to.' His eyes go dull for a moment as he thinks of two nights ago in the cell when he realised what was going on, when he had to have Random run in and calm him down because he'd lost his grip entirely and was screaming and battering the hell out of a wall. And besides, I'll do what I have to to make sure I don't do this publically... 'And there's something that happened that would bother him I think. The way he is about some things...' he breaks off because he's not going there.
I look at your hair and want to bury my hands in it, you think that's normal? Maybe it is for a man like me that takes what he wants, but not now, you're not mine and I want you biting my neck because that's what you do for Arithon isn't it, he lets you feed from him and I know what that feels like because he does, don't you see? You want me to scream about it from every rooftop, give me a couple of days, I can do that because I can't get away from it and if I dont start figuring

[abotticellilady]

The little blonde vampire takes a step back, and shakes her head. She can read his thoughts...read them, hear them, he's almost screaming them.

"Because it is nothing, I should do it? Ah, no, Ramon. That is no how I am. Just because you are tempted to do something..." Another shrug.

"Call it what you will. I am a child of times, and women in the Renaissance...we did not do things because we liked. So, no. I will not hit you again, not unless you warrant it. Confusing your thoughts with Arithon's does not warrant it, si?" As she talks, her Italian accent grows thick.

"I...should go, I think."

[latino_menace]

He starts to laugh then, manically and with an edge of hysteria. 'Oh but you forget who you're talking to Bianca! Doing things simply because you're tempted to is what I'm all about, you should know that better than anyone, si?' At least I think that's what I'm like but it could be him I suppose but I was the one locked up so I must have done it although that could have been his too and I only think it was me and how is there any way to be sure anymore...?
She mentions leaving and a disappointment washes through him, a desperation that she should not go. Because she is his chiavalden and he wants her here with him.

A hand shoots out and he takes her wrist, just lightly. 'No, don't.'

[abotticellilady]

Her skin feels like silk, soft enough to drive a man mad if ignores that underneath that soft skin, she feels like a moving statue.

She hasn't fed before coming.

"Ramon. I need to go hunt. You would not like me if I grew hungry, I think." Her voice is even - she's dealt with this before. No, not this, but similar.

[latino_menace]

He looks at her oddly, unconsciously mimicking Arithon's best surprised expression while his fingers still lightly clasp her wrist. He's seeing her as Arithon does right now, feeling that soft skin in his hand, light shining off the golden hair.

Without hesitation he holds out his other wrist. 'Chiavalden? You are hungry?' And it doesn't occur to him that this isn't normal; to him it seems suddenly that she is his, wearing his ring, they will be married and offering her his blood is the most natural thing on earth between them.

[abotticellilady]

"Si. I need to hunt. Too hungry for you...the temptation would be too great to kill you, you see? I need to go Sydney."

She disengages her wrist from his graps with the grace of practice and moves to the door, too fast for him to catch her.

Hand on the doorknob, she raises an eyebrow at him.

"May I go?"

[latino_menace]

He stares at her, not comprehending at all. His head just shakes slightly and his hand rests on his neck again.

'You'll come back to the house later?'You don't need my permission to do anything, you're not mine are you? I just dont know but I think you are, ath, I can't stand this, tell him to kill me, please, not being sure is worse than anything...

[abotticellilady]

Bianca doesn't need to breathe, but now she can't. Can't breathe, can barely see through the sudden blood-tears...

"Of course," she whispers, opening the door and slipping through. She shuts it behind her, and nearly falls back against it. Random's there, sitting cross-legged opposite.

"I'm sorry, Random...I'm so sorry." And then, before she hears an answer, Bianca is gone; running down the hallway and the stairs faster then any mortal can see.

[latino_menace]

Ramon stares after her, almost running to the door to call her back and apologise for whatever he did to upset her, because ama'idan chiavalden, I did not mean to upset you.

But he holds himself back because he's not sure if that's the right thing to do...and then the door opens again and Random is there and he's himself again. For the time being.