Convalescence. It blows.

[thornofcamorr]

Especially if you're Locke

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[cyranosavignien]

Guess what? Cyrano forgot his opium pipe and his stitching needle at Locke’s. He didn’t really intend to come back - not until the man had rested, and well… with the Blood being how they are, his attention is much more on them than on a man who tried to use him to kill himself.

But… he wants his pipe and needle back, because you never know when they can come in handy, with the warzone that the Mansion seems to be turning into.

So he comes in, knocking gently.

“Lamorra? Valen?” Gently, softly, in case someone is sleeping.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano is horrified at the latter comment.

"How could one sell their art this way! To climb, slowly, not so high, perhaps, but alone and free, that is the way!!"

[thornofcamorr]

Locke shrugs. "Try telling them that. More money that way. And protection."

And in Camorr, that's mostly what matters, unless you're Locke.

[cyranosavignien]

Well. It matters a lot in baroque France as well. That's why Cyrano was making a living as a soldier.

"There are other ways to get those than to stain's one's honor and freedom."

[thornofcamorr]

Amusedly, "That's why I'm not a poet."

[cyranosavignien]

"Or a swashbuckler." Wryly.

[thornofcamorr]

A half grin. But only really half. "You noticed, did you?"

[cyranosavignien]

"Vaguely," he replies, dryly. "Which makes me wonder, how did you make your living, in Camorr?"

In France, at the time, for a gentleman of poor standing such as Cyrano, there aren't that many options: war, art, liberal professions, or priesthood.

He assumes Locke is of his station.

[thornofcamorr]

"Variously," half evasively. Because he has a hunch Cyrano wouldn't like his particular profession.

[cyranosavignien]

Locke should start taking risks, Anita says. Because beige knights are people too.

"Is that so?" he replies, frowning. "Well then. I suppose you have various skills. I should like to hear of those that do not involve offering ill wit to musketeers."

[thornofcamorr]

Well. Locke's mouth twitches in what might be a wry smile. "Artistry. Acting." Almost a laugh. "To put it politely."

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano squints at him.

"Well then." He seems to have made up his mind. "It has more panache than to whisper bad lines to bad actors, or to snuff candles in a musty theater," he says, philosophically.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke just raises his eyebrows back, and then adds, "I'm a Gentleman Bastard, after all." Almost as a private joke, eyes half laughing, half a little bitter.

A complex man, Locke is.

[cyranosavignien]

"A gentleman, simply."

Cyrano bows.

[thornofcamorr]

A blink, a moment of startled, and then a half a grin, a curious look in almost black eyes. "Thanks. Not sure about that one, though."

[cyranosavignien]

He was talking about himself, Locke, you're so self-absorbed.

"You doubt that I be genteel? My sword should have proven you that, I thought."