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[princeofwhores]

[His Highness and supreme ruler of Tel Maran, crown prince of the Dal'Anor Empire; the Emerald Prince himself is looking.... rather terrible.

In fact, he's not been seen for quite some time, and when he's finally stepping out of his room, he looks a lot thinner. The prince appears sickly and tried, and he walks like he's in his own world, taking a break once before the stairs to catch his breath.

So how about them curses? They tend to suck.]

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[princeofwhores]

You heal our aching heart by your beauty and wonderful company.

[He eats carefully, trying to not wolf it all down.]

[heresyandlace]

[she watches him for a minute, deciding finally... yeah, she can't just play completely nice, here. It's not enough.

Not when she's this curious--about several things]

How much longer do you think you truly have? What will you do now?

[princeofwhores]

...we know we will die after our 25th birthday, unless we find someone that will truly love us.

[He sighs and brushes back his hair.]

We might yet die today, due to this pain. It is hard to say.

[heresyandlace]

That would be a shame.

[and a smile that would probably have fit better with some lighter topic]

Such a short life... I hope you don't have many regrets?

[princeofwhores]

[Such a mysterious lady you are, Tek.]

We only have one.

[heresyandlace]

Oh?

[because it's totally okay to pry, right?]

[princeofwhores]

We never saw our mother. We never had a chance to apologize.

[Momma issues.]

[heresyandlace]

For what? ...Existing?

[princeofwhores]

Yes. We brought her much pain.

[heresyandlace]

[her voice stays gentle, something like reassuring, but her smile turns into a bit of a sneer]

All children bring their parents pain.

[princeofwhores]

Not like we did.

[He looks up at her and then leans a bit against the table.]

[heresyandlace]

[she cants her head a bit when he glances at her, and it prompts her to reach and run a light hand over his hair again]

Oh, I am very certain you are not alone in this.

[maybe speaking from a little personal experience]

But, more importantly, what good would an apology really do? Do you think it would really change a thing?

[voice still comforting, but she's getting that arrogant incline of her head]

...You're far too proud a thing to think like that. You should never apologize to anyone for being what you are, let alone apologize for simply being.

[princeofwhores]

You believe it would not change a thing, to apologize for the pain we have given her?

[Sigh. Pet him, please.]

Perhaps we are too proud, like you say. Yet we are the one that felt her hatred. Should we not be the one to make amends?

[heresyandlace]

You can't amend that kind of hatred.

[and pet him she does--soothing, fingers eventually curling to comb gently through his locks]

Hatred like that can only be satisfied with vengeance... which, by the looks of it, she's already tried to enact.

You don't owe her a thing.

[princeofwhores]

[He closes his eyes, enjoying the soothing touch. It might not be real affection, but the placebo effect is at work, making the pain seem a bit better.]

...we don't owe her a thing.

[He mumbles, thoughtful.]

[heresyandlace]

[ah, that's a little better. She moves her hand to his face, brushing the backs of her fingers along his cheek]

It's true. The only thing that anyone owes their mother is their life, and she's already put a deadline on yours.

[princeofwhores]

[Oh, Kett. So nice to him.]

...yes.

[He places a small kiss against her fingers. Thank you, beautiful dark goddess.]

[heresyandlace]

[and, after that, she leans and ducks in to plant a light kiss against his lips]

Finish eating.

[princeofwhores]

Of course~ ♥

[This dying man will happily eat your canned soup forever.]

[heresyandlace]

[hey, don't knock that soup.

It was made with love malevolent affection.]

[princeofwhores]

[Hey, affection is all he needs, no matter what the lusty prince thinks.]