4th Swan's Flight // Action

[swordofswans]

The Prince prowls the streets, a soft smile gracing his lips. Though, if one was to stop and truly take him in, the slight twist of his features might be taken in a more sinister light. Or perhaps in the lack of any light, with the absence of the pale glow that often seems to shine around his features replaced by a shadowy tinge. His lithe steps

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[action; golden district]

[pimpsaw]

[Shooter is gone. She is actually gone. Saw feels nothing torwards this, simply because she cannot. Instead, she sits against a tree, sword in her lap, and traces the many scratches and dents on the weapon with one skeletal claw. Just something to keep her mind distracted from her perpetual boredom.]

[Saw glances up without raising her head as Siegfried nears.]

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[pimpsaw]

[taps her sword]

[considers]

I see. Unfortunately, I currently have no interest in any sort of bargaining.

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[swordofswans]

Is that so?

[He chuckles softly, and yet the sound seems to smother their surroundings.]

But I believe you will be surprised, if you entrust your worries to me...

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[pimpsaw]

Anxiety is something I have never experienced. I have no worries.

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[swordofswans]

[Something about that smile seems fragile, now, and it is hard to say what might happen if it breaks.]

I doubt that. Come now, won't you open your heart to me?

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[pimpsaw]

What heart?

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[swordofswans]

[For a moment, rage swirls through his raw pink eyes; does she mean to deceive him? He will not allow it.]

All those silly little feelings... You don't seem to have much use for them, do you?

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[pimpsaw]

I thought that would have been obvious by now.

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[swordofswans]

I can take them from you.

[He holds out his hand invitingly.]

You can live truly free of them...

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[pimpsaw]

[her own hands remain on the blade] Oh? And how would you do such a thing?

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[swordofswans]

All you have to do is give me your love...

[He reaches forward, an attempt to grab hold of one of her hands.]

Love only me, and hate everyone else... Won't you? Then... you will not have to be burdened with those troublesome feelings any longer.

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[pimpsaw]

[she wouldn't even be able to feel his touch anyways.]

I cannot feel love nor hatred. Human emotions.

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[swordofswans]

And just... what... do you mean by that?

[Again, his eyes narrow icily, but he persists in his artificial goodwill.]

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[pimpsaw]

What do you think? [a small flame momentarily flickers over her right eye]

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[swordofswans]

I must confess, I do not think you are being entirely... truthful... with me.

[His sorrow is exaggerated. And, in fact, he does not believe that she is lying, but she must be lying. He needs her to be lying.]

I would advise that you change that.

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[pimpsaw]

[is it lying if she had completely convinced herself that it's the truth?]

Don't you think you're being rather nosy?