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[shri]

WHO: Lakshmibai & Byerly Rutyer
WHAT: Lakshmi has a plan, and is roping in some help.
WHEN: An Evening Dreary.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Lakshmi and Byerly are probably the warnings required, on top of ruthless nobles and honour code politics.

She's waiting leant against the barrel of wine in the back corner of dark cellar when he comes down here. Half-blended in the dark with her clothes like she's cut herself out of her own shadow. Her hip lent against it, balancing a cup left here in one hand to sip from the keg. One foot kicked up to balance on her toes, waiting. The hood over her face to obscure her, mottling her to shadows.

Holding very still, there, in a way that is against her usual motions, that even when she hears him shifting and talking to himself from the front of the room, and she whistles. Quick, a birds trill, to call him deeper and out of the light, she does not move much. God knows how long she's been there, as the time ticked over a little after midnight. Enough time to have thought this plan through over and over again to a point of ridiculousness.

Just that the longer she stayed here, Gwen's words in the back of her mind, the more it became true.

But when he steps into view, she pushes the hood back, revealing nothing untoward, but simply her. "Hello, Rutyer. Fancy meeting you here." It's dry, fully aware of who else would she be meeting down here?

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[bouchonne]

His smile turns harder and harder with every word. When he speaks, his voice is dry and clipped. "And yet the sun rises, dear lady, and the moon sets. Your words are quite pretty, but pretty words cannot change the fact of what is. And what is, is this: sometimes people hate other people, even when those people happen to have been squirted out of their cocks or squeezed out of their cunts once upon a time."

He shakes his head. "If I may be plain, I am genuinely shocked to hear a queen underestimate the human capacity for hatred. That is what is strong enough to stop the sun in its tracks. Not love, but hatred. Love cannot be forced, love is rare, but hatred can grow anywhere. It is as vibrant and vital as wildflowers, pushing out from the cracks in cliff-sides, springing up in dry deserts. Hatred can find its soil in any heart."