*hanging by her ankle, upside down, in the castello, looking at a large painting as she slowly sways back and forth. Her pose is very much*
*like the typical "examining art" pose, despite her inverted position. One arm crossed over her abdomen, hand on her elbow, the other hand*
*holding her chin and her lips pursed*
((Faust, I love you.))
(( Hahaha, oh wait, I have another detail))
*when I say hanging by her ankle, I mean to say that she got caught up in a drapery and has the rope from it tied around her ankle*
(( XD ))
*still angry from her 'chat' with Rebecca, she storms through the castello, muttering to herself. She rounds the corner, and sees Faustina*
*her mood already ruined, this pushes her over the edge, and she shouts at her loudly* What are you doing here?? Get out! Right now!
*rather unfazed by Lucrezia's outburst, she simply raises her eyebrows, turning her head to look at Luc for a moment before resuming her*
*so-called art appreciation* Salve to you too, signorina.
((*-BUSTS IN- jk, jsut stopping by for a second ))
((BABY))
((Hi! <3))
(( HI MAX I LOVE YOUUUU ))
*sighs angrily, and storms past Faustina, shouting as she disappears down the corridoor* Get out of my house! And don't steal anything! Just
get out!
*makes a somewhat embarrassed face as Lucrezia disappears* I...I can't.
((AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA))
(( HEHEHE ))
*half an hour later, she returns alonf the corridoor, calmer now. She notices Faustina from a distance, and pauses, then hurries towards
her* I thought I said for you to get out. I'm not in the mood to play your silly games.
*has been hanging with her arms crossed, swaying slightly and saying, matter-of-factly* I can't do that.
(( and says^ not saying^
))
*she raises an eyebrow, beginning to get angry again* And why not?
*her eyebrows fall back in an embarrassed, sheepish, and somewhat frustrated-at-being-helpless expression, her lips pressing together as*
*she shrugs* I'm stuck.
*she is silent for a moment, her eyebrow quirked, then she falls into a short fit of laughter* I suppose you want me to help you down?
*she flushes a bit as Lucrezia laughs at her (though that could just be the blood continuing to rush to her head), glancing away*
Si, per favore... If you can.
*she laughs again, and walks away, shaking her head* I'll be back in a moment. *she returns a minute later with a chair, which she sets next
to Faustina, and steps up onto. Balancing carefully, she reaches upwards, and begins struggling with the rope confining Faustina* Why were
you in the castello in the first place?
*shrugs awkwardly before letting her arms dangle freely, preparing herself for the inevitable fall when her ankle is freed* I was bored and
I like climbing things. The castello has the best things to climb, plus pretty things to look at, so it seemed only natural...
But it's /my/ home. Explore somewhere else next time. Or I won't ever free you again. *she gives a short warning before loosening the knot
entirely, freeing Faustina's ankle*
*flips over as she drops to the floor, landing in a cat-like crouch on the floor. She stands slowly, putting a hand to her forehead as the*
*bloodflow in her body starts to resume working normally* Ah, grazie. But ah...how will I do my job if I don't come to the castello?
You may come to the castello to speak with my brother when he's here. Currently, he is away, and you have no business to be inside the
building.
*tilts her head to the side, her eyebrows furrowing* But my job involves /you/, signorina, not the Maestro.
(( *cackling like a mad fool* ))
*she frowns and is silent for a moment as she thinks* ... What? What are you talking about?
*lets out a small, somewhat awkwardly confused laugh, taking a few steps toward Lucrezia* Didn't the Maestro tell you? *she grins*
*lopsidedly, leaning an arm on Lucrezia's shoulder casually* He hired me to protect you, signorina. *wink*
*she leans away from Faustina, her nose wrinkling slightly in distaste* I don't need anyone to protect me, least of all a mad thief who has
tormented me in the past.
Oh~! *puts a hand to her heart in a dramatic way, feigning some emotional distress* You wound me, signorina! *shrugs, raising her eyebrows*
But orders are orders, I'm afraid.
*still disgruntled, she shrugs Faustina from her shoulder, and steps away, appraising her critically* And how will you protect me? ...
... You're not to be by my side always, are you?
*thinks for a moment, pursing her lips* That is the general idea...though not while you...you know...relieve yourself and bathe. Or...
*she makes a somewhat uncomfortable face* ...bedroom activities. That would be awkward.
*she wrinkles her nose in distaste again* It most certainly would. *she sighs irritably, and suddenly turns to sulking like a child* But I
don't /want/ you to be with me! I don't like you! You've done nothing but cause me grief.
*grins appreciatively, tilting her head, looking upwards and scratching her jaw idly* Hm.. I am a precocious little scamp, aren't I? :3
You're nothing but an annoyance! *she turns and walks away from her*
*smirks a little, spotting her scissor blade on the floor below where she had been hanging. She picks it up and stows it in her belt before*
*strolling casually after Lucrezia, hands clasped behind her back* Perhaps your definitions of torment and annoyance are a bit...liberal?
*she glances at Faustina, annoyed to have been followed* Perhaps I don't enjoy being spied on in my own room, having my belongings stolen,
and my brother tormented.
I tormented the Maestro? *raises an eyebrow quizzically, searching her memory*
*she raises her eyebrows in a "really, you don't remember?" expression* By tormenting me, you torment him. Not to mention stealing his
things, fighting in his home, forcing him to chase you through the streets of Roma...
Oh *giggles and smiles sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders* As I said; precocious. *clapping her hands together, a serious expression*
*forming on her face* Well. Perhaps we can leave my mischievousness behind and start anew with my charge to protect you? *stands a little*
*straighter, stepping in front of Lucrezia and bowing low, arms spread wide* Maestra~
*raises an eyebrow skeptically* Then you had better make a sharp change in your behaviour.
And you must do as I say, at all times.
*coming out of the bow, she nods her head solemnly* Si, Maestra, so long as they do not contradict the orders of the Maestro. *smirk*
Hm. Very well. Then my first order is that, as you said, we must start anew. If we are to be spending so much time together, I don't want to
dislike you any more.
Very well. *clears her throat, closing her eyes for a moment before she opens them again, a pleasant smile replacing the serious expression*
Salve, Maestra, I am Faustina Collari and I have been charged with protecting you and teaching you to defend yourself. I look forward to our
days together~
*wink*
*she frowns slightly* Don't wink at me. *she pushes away the frown with a forced smile* Salve, signorina. It is a pleasure to meet your a
*aquaintence.
Mi dispiace. *waves an apologetically dismissive hand* I won't wink. *grins*
Good. Thank you. *she sighs, and suddenly feels rather awkward* ... What do we do now?
*shrugs, not feeling the slightest bit awkward* Whatever you wish, Maestra.
... Then we shall take a walk. Aquiant ourselves better with each other.
First off, Faustina...
Tell me. How close are you to my brother?
*furrows her brow, somewhat confused* Not at all, Maestra. He's my employer and nothing more.
*she studies Faustina for a moment, searching for any clue that she might be lying* Good. Make sure it stays that way.
*makes no effort to conceal her honest confusion* Er...okay. *isn't sure what other way to know Cesare would be because she's being a derp*
*she raises an eyebrow, not sure if Faustina is being sincere, but moves on* Yes, well. *she is silent for a moment, then suddenly
speaks quickly* When you took my diary, what did you read?
*grins sheepishly, clasping her hands behind her back* I didn't read anything, Maestra. I never learned how. (( lets just forget about her))
((writing in blood on the floor of Lia's place XD This fits better with her back story))
((ahahaha XD okay))
*she narrows her eyes slightly* Good. You had no right to take that from me. There are things you have no right to know in there.
*nods her head in an acknowledging bow* Come dici tu, Maestra.
((WHAT?))
(( "As you say, Mistress" ))
((Thank you 8D))
(( Haha, sorry XD ))
*bluntly* Faustina, how are we to become friends? I think we are too different from one another.
*taken aback by the question, she raises her eyebrows, glancing around quickly before answering* I...I don't know, Maestra.
To be honest, I've...I've never really had friends.
*she pauses, taken back* ... Never had any friends?
*shakes her head* It was always just me and mio fratello, and then...just me.
... I would hate to be on my own like that. Especially without my brother. Were you very close?
*smiles* Si. We looked out for one another. Made a promise to protect each other. A promise that I was forced to break. *sighs before*
*realizing that her smile had slipped into a pensive frown. She readopts the smile as she looks at the floor* But it's okay now.
*she frowns sympathetically* ...How is it okay now?
*smiles, a genuinely hopeful look on her face* Because we're together again. *doesn't care that she may not make sense*
*her brow furrows in confusion* ... Did he not ... Did your fratello not die?
*purses her lips, thinking about it* In a way, yes. But then again, so did I... *frowns, putting a hand to the scar across her throat* er...
...twice.
*she smiles crookedly at Lucrezia, shaking her head a little* I don't really understand it all.
*she laughs humourlessly, and pulls at the bodice of her dress, revealing the scar over her heart* I know the feeling. *she lets her
bodice fall back into place* ... Dearest Cesare died twice on the same day once. *her voice cracks slightly as she remembers*
*keeps a small smile on her lips as she sympathizes with Lucrezia* That's terrible, Maestra. I'm...sorry. *never sure how to respond to*
*such situations*
*feigns a small smile as she blinks back tears* Yes, well. Now you're here to protect me, nothing like that will happen again. ... Will you
protect Cesare as well, should he need it?
*nods, feeling awkward with the thought of having to comfort Lucrezia* Si, if it's within my power.
*she smiles thinly* Grazie. *she takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly* I think if you have never had a friend before, Faustina, that we
should become close. Don't you think?
*lights up, grinning somewhat suddenly* Si! You can be my prima amica!
(( first friend, lol ))
*she grins, amused* Then we shall forget about any unpleasantness between us. *she tilts her head slightly to one side* Would you--
Would you mind terribly if I were to do your hair for you?
((I'M SORRY. LUC LIKES PLAYING DRESS UP, OKAY?))
(( HAHAHAHAHAHA ))
*reaches up to touch her hair, looking slightly confused* Do...my hair?
Si! I'll make it look pretty for you. You can try on one of my dresses as well, if you like..?
*laughs a little uncertainly* I don't know that I'd be comfortable trying on one of your dresses, Maestra. They're...quite expensive.
*raises her eyebrows as she says "expensive," looking at the dress Lucrezia is currently wearing and assessing its value*
But if it would make you happy to do so, you can do whatever you wish with my hair. *smiles*
I'm sure you've stolen things worth just as much from me before. *she smirks a little before breaking out into a genuine smile* I trust you
know where my bedroom is? We shall go there.
Ma non... The only things I personally have stolen have been worth... *thinks a moment* at most 200 florins. That dress is at least...700.
But yes, I know where your bedroom is. *leads the way*
*she follows after her, smiling in amusement* And how many items worth 200 florins have you stolen from me?
Oh, nothing singularly worth that much. *waves a hand dismissively* Just little trinkets here and there. *hesitates, looking apologetic*
I'll..I will return them.
*lightly - she's actually rather enjoying herself* Please do. *they reach her bedroom, and she opens the door, ushering Faustina in* Are you
sure you won't try on a dress? I'll let you choose which one you want.
I um...I don't know. *lifts her hands at her sides, looking at the stained and tattered sleeves of her shirt, her eyebrows curling upwards*
I don't think I'm ladylike enough for them, Maestra. *laughs sheepishly*
Nonsense. If I can get signorina Rebecca into one of my dresses, I can do the same to you. *she grabs her arm and pulls her towards the
impressively-sized wardrobe* Choose which one you want.
*looks at Lucrezia with uncertainty before opening the doors of the wardrobe, taking a step back as she sees the intimidating array of*
*fabric. She swallows hard, reaching tentatively for a teal coloured one, stopping herself before she actually touches it, looking back to*
*Lucrezia, eyebrows raised in a look that says "is this okay?"*
*smiling, she nods enthusiastically*
*her gaze returns to the dress and she quickly wipes her hands on her pants (somewhat nervously) before gently retrieving the dress*
*not sure what to do with it*
*she laughs a little, and takes the dress from Faustina, laying it on the bed* Undress first, then I'll help you put the dress on.
Oh...okay... *removes her over-shirt, placing it over the back of a chair before somewhat hesitantly working on the buttons of her*
*undershirt,*
((... is there more to that?))
((I shall assume no.)) Don't be shy, Faustina. We're friends now, aren't we?
((AM I CHANNELING BORGIAS LUC TOO MUCH OH GOD. I DON'T REALLY MIND IF I AM, BUT I DON'T WANT HER TO SUDDENLY BE MORE SANE AND KIND))
((YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT, YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW, /SOBS))
(( SORRY ))
(( XD I was thinking I should have added more, but I'm cooking dinner and stuff ))
((got distracted ;3; ))
((aha, it's okay!))
*smiles, somewhat embarrassed* S-si. *removes her shirt completely, revealing not only the brand on her chest but the other scars she*
*received as a slave. Lash marks on her back, scars around her wrists from lacerations...she removes her pants as well, more scars on her*
*legs showing. She then kicks off her boots, turning back to face Lucrezia, though somewhat avoiding eye contact, looking uncomfortable*
*she is stunned into silence, her eyes quickly taking in all the scars littering Faustina's skin. She wrenches her gaze from them and
clears her throat. She picks up the dress, and loosens the laces suitably. She holds the skirt out, open* Step into it.
*steps into it as she's told, her cheeks a bit red with a self-conscious blush*
*she pulls the dress up around Faustina's hip, pulling the bodice over her chest. She steps behind her, and begins to tighten the laces,
trying not to look too closely at the scars marring her skin*
*trying to break the tension she knows her scars have caused* This is definitely the prettiest thing I've ever worn...
You should wear dresses more often. It suits you. *she finishes tightening the laces, pulling the bodice tight and circles Faustina to
examine her* You look beautiful. *she steps forward, and brushes a hand through Faustina's hair, then guides her to sit on the bed*
*hides the grimace at being called beautiful by letting out a little laugh* I don't think it'd be very good for all the climbing I do.
((ohno ;n; bad memories?))
(( ^_^ Naturally! ))
*she laughs lightly* Or hanging upside down. *she takes a brush from a dresser, and begins to gently sweep it through Faustina's hair*
*laughs* Si, a dress doesn't work well upside down
*she giggles, and sets down the brush. She takes a section of Fastina's hair, and braids it, then pins it in place at the nape of her neck
before repeating the actions on the other side. She crosses the room, pulling a white carnation from a vase, and snaps the stem to shorten
it. She weaves the stem of the flower into Faustina's hair, so the flower is just above her ear, then steps back to examine her*
(( I HATE CUTTING ONIONS SO MUCH AAAAAH ))
*raises her eyebrows at Lucrezia as she examines her*
*she catches her look, and laughs* Don't worry, you look lovely. You're a very pretty woman underneath those rags. Shall I do your make up
as well?
Uh... *shrugs, still not sure about all this* If you wish.
*she smiles reassuringly, and fetches the tools of the trade, laying them out in preparation next to her on the bed* Close your eyes.
((Have you had any of your wine?))
(( Not yet, no ))
*closes her eyes as instructed, her eyebrows still somewhat twisted with uncertainty*
(( *looks up synonyms of uncertainty to prevent using it more* ))
(( I'll open a bottle now, actually! ))
And /relax./ *she sets to work, covering Faustina's skin with various lotions and powders, perfumes and tints. When she is finished, she
sits back and smiles, reaching out to touch Faustina's chin, directing her head this way and that* There. Beautiful. Here, take a look. *she
passes her a small hand mirror*
*opens her eyes, taking the mirror and looking into it. She frowns, looking at her face as though she doesn't quite know what it is. She*
*looks at Lucrezia, opening her mouth to say something but finding herself at a loss for words. She looks back at the mirror for a moment*
*before handing it back to Lucrezia, still looking a little confused* ...thank you.
*she tilts her head a little to one side, and frowns a little, confused and worried* ... Is it okay?
*tries to emulate a reassuring smile, pressing her lips together* Si, it's just...I don't look at myself that often, and...it's strange when
I do...
*she frowns, unsure of how to react to that statement* ... Shall we take a walk? *she stands up and smiles reassuringly to Faustina* Imagine
if Cesare saw you now. He wouldn't recognise you.
*laughs a little, standing and unconsciously wringing her hands* I don't think anyone would recognize me, heh
*she grabs one of her hands, forcing her to stop wringing them, and walks her from the room, her hand tightly grasped in hers* Do you enjoy
being outdoors?
*mentally kicks herself for wringing her hands, noticing that she was doing it only when Lucrezia's hand closed around her own. She*
*matches Lucrezia's stride as she's led out of the room* Si, I do. I spend most of my time outdoors.
(( OMG THIS WINE IS HEAVENLY ))
((I WISH I HAD SOME /SOBS))
(( I WOULD SHARE IT WITH YOU IF I COULD! ))
(( ;3; ))
(( I think this wine ranks #2 on my favourite reds now. Lambrusco will always be #1 ))
I hope you don't tire of it. Would you walk with me outside? ...There's someone I want to apologise to, actually, if we see her...
*makes a face* I think tiring of outdoors would be a bit like tiring of home. *nods* I'll accompany you.
Who is it you want to apologize to? *tilts her head to the side, glad that the tension from her scars has somewhat lifted*
Signorina Rebecca. I mentioned her before. I think I said something to anger her, although I didn't mean to.
Hmm...What did you say? *
(( damned asterisk, can't you read my mind and know that I decided not to put an action in? ))
((ahaha XD So is that it?))
(( Yeaaah.... I can't think of anything else <.< ))
((okay!))
I told her that she should marry the man she loves, which is a perfectly sensible thing to do. She told me that she didn't want to, and I
said that she should be glad to be able to marry the man she loves, since I cannot. She then said that I should have made a different
choice. And so we parted ways.
*pauses for a moment before responding* She... she doesn't want to marry her beloved? *looks at Lucrezia with a hint of disbelief*
No, exactly! I thought she was quite insane.
*purses her lips, thinking about that* Hmm...Maybe she's scared of something...or has other reasons not to? *shakes her head*
Other than that I can't see why...
I cannot understand why she would be scared the spend her days with the man she loves.
((UGH. OKAY. I NEED TO SLEEP.))
(( Okaaaay~))
((I shall return to you tomorrow, my love!))
(( I'll be online all day after I wake up! ))
((\o/))
((Goodnight!!! <333333333333333333333333333333))
(( I'll also be working on Shaun/Rebecca pics 8> ))
((EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE))
(( ^_^ ))
((Want to continue some sisterly bonding?))
(( YUSS))
((OKAY. You need to reply first~))
(( oops, sorry XD I was singing and catching up with my dash ))
Maybe she's afraid something will go wrong? *shrugs slightly*
(( do those dresses drag on the ground?))
((Yeah, kind of ... floor length?))
(( okay, hehe ))
Maybe she's afraid everything will go right.
Hmm. *looks down at the dress, still trying to get used to wearing it, but sees that the hem is skimming the ground. Somewhat furtively*
*she uses her free hand (since Luc is holding her other one) to lift the skirt part up past her ankles to keep it off the ground* Maybe she
/is/ crazy.
*she nods in agreement* She's lovely... but I do wonder. I would give anything to marry who I want... *she glances down, seeing what
Faustina is doing with the dress* You needn't lift it.
But...But it'll get dirty... I don't want to ruin the nicest thing I've ever worn...
(( I just remembered that she's not wearing shoes, hahaha XD ))
((ahaha, whoops. How neglectful of Luc))
(( Nah, she wasn't looking at her feet, lol ))
But it's my dress, and I say it's okay. It can be cleaned afterwards.
*frowns apprehensively, looking at the hem of Lucrezia's dress and then to the one she's wearing before slowly lowering the hem* Okay...
*she smiles, laughing a little* If it were your own dress, would you be so worried?
*furrows her brow, not picking up on the point* I don't own a dress.
*she stops walking for a moment, and takes Faustina's free hand in her own* Would you like to?
( Mal: I WANT TO SEE HER IN A DRESS )
*looks at Lucrezia, probably seeming a bit like a deer in headlights* What?
(( XD I think she'd prefer a more peasanty dress, though ))
((Probably XD))
*smiles patiently* Would you like to keep the dress?
*blinks, registering Lucrezia's words before shaking her head* No, no..I... *gives a thin-lipped smile* It's really not my...thing. *shrugs*
All the running and jumping and climbing...
Surely you cannot be running and jumping and cimbing all the time?
*considers for a moment before tilting her head to the side slightly, nodding* Pretty much.
*she raises her eyebrows slightly* Well. Perhaps I shall find you something else to wear that will allow you to do those things still. *she
lets go of one of Faustina's hands, and continues walking*
*follows, taking a couple quick steps to match Lucrezia's stride again. She isn't sure how to react to being treated like this, so she*
*simply decides to go along with it* Ah...uh...Si....
*she glances sideways, noticing Faustina's awkward feelings* If we are friends now, and if you are to protect me, then I will do what I can
to care for you as well.
M-mi dispiace, Maestra, I just...I'm not used to it yet. *smiles a little*
*she smiles widely* You shall have to get used to it. I may be harsh to my enemies, but I'm very kind to those I love.
(( that awkward moment when you don't know how to respond... o.o ))
((say anything! Change the topic, if you like?))
So...friends give each other things? *raises her eyebrows curiously, pondering something*
Sometimes. A gift is something you give to your friends, after all.
Hmm...*looks around, slowly, trying to think of something. She turns back, somewhat excitedly* Do you like flowers?
*taken back slightly* Yes, I do. *she smiles*
*grins and slips her hand out of Lucrezia's grasp, taking a few steps to pick some red leaves off a tree and two green ones from a bush*
*she folds and twists them together, making a little red flower with a green stem out of them and proffering it to Lucrezia*
*she laughs delightedly and takes the 'flower' from her* Thank you!
*bows slightly, smiling broadly* Prego
*she spins the stem of the flower in her fingers, and pretends to smell it* It's beautiful. One of the finest flowers I have ever received.
*laughs at the compliment, though she unconsciously blushes slightly* I'm sure you've gotten better flowers that are actually flowers
But I'm glad you like it, Maestra
But it's the thought that counts, is it not? And no one has ever /made/ me flowers before.
Perhaps I can make more for you, then. I don't like to pick real flowers, because I feel like I'm killing them.
(( Okay, I'm going to really quickly shower ))
*she frowns slightly* But you've killed people.
*furrowing her brow and nodding resolutely* People can defend themselves. Flowers can't.
And your victims have never been taken off guard?
*her expression darkens and she looks down at her hands* Only one. But that was a special case.
Ah. *hastily changes the subject* Now that we are friends, is there anything you'd like to do together?
*her expression lightens almost immediately, her eyebrows lifting and a small laugh bubbling up from her throat* I do not know, Maestra
What do friends usually do together?
Any number of things. Hm... *she is silent for a moment, thinking. She turns to Faustina, taking her hand again* Have you ever riden a
horse?
Once. It didn't end well. *smiles abashedly*
*she laughs heartily* Would you try again? I have a very gentle mare you could ride..
Bene. *smiles cutely, saying in such a manner that one might think she were talking about something mundane, like the weather* It'll
probably be easier with a horse that isn't attached to a runaway carriage.
*she chuckles* You must tell me about your adventures one day. *she changes the direction they are walking, heading to the stables,
*full stop, not a comma
*giggles* Yes, some of them are kind of fun.
I have never had such an adventure...
*Shrugs a bit* Most of the time they aren't something you want to have.
Perhaps better than being paraded around as the prize of a duke.
...That may be true.
*smiles humourlessly and sighs, then squeezes Faustina's hand a little* Still, if there are people you love around you, nothing is so bad.
*pauses a moment before smiling* That is also true.
((I just want to say how cute Luc is being ;3; Holding hands~))
Lucrezia
is
there anyone you love, Faustina?
*smiles a little more* Si.
*she smiles, and sidles up against Faustina* Who is it>
*?
*smiling innocently* Mio fratello. *upon reaching the stables, she enters and stares in wonder at a horse, leaning over the stall gate*
Oh? ... And how do you love him? *leans over a gate, stroking a horse's nose*
How? *looks at Lucrezia* He is...mio tesoro.
*smiles a little* But ... *she studies the horse intently to avoid looking at Faustina* Do you know of Cesare and I?
(( Faust: Yeah, I was on the canopy of your bed last time you did it. ))
((Ahahahhaaha XD XD))
*tilts her head to the side, lifting an eyebrow quizzically* Che vuoi dire?
(( "What do you mean" ))
*she takes a deep breath, still not facing Faustina* I mean... Cesare and I ... are rather more close than most siblings.
*plaintively, not judging or anything* You are lovers.
...Si. *she continues to stroke the horse, blushing a little*
*turns back to the horse, leaning towards its face to sniff at it* I am betrothed to mio fratello.
(( Smelling a horse. She's so weird. ))
((Ahahahahahahahaha XD Oh, Faustina.))
*she finally turns to Faustina* Betrothed?! How can you be betrothed? You cannot marry your brother ... can you?
*blows air lightly in the horse's nostrils, flinching when the horse snorts in her face* I don't know. But he's not my blood brother.
*she looks disappointed* Oh...
*mimics the horse after it snorts again*
*she returns her attention to the horse in front of her, too absorbed in her own feelings to be amused by Faustina* I envy you.
*making a face at the horse* You shouldn't envy me, Maestra.
But you get to marry the man you love!
*shakes her head solemnly, reaching up to pet the horse's face* It's just a silly game.
*her brow furrows* What do you mean?
*the corner of her mouth lifts in a mirthless smirk* We'll never actually be married. We're so broken...Love isn't really an option.
((DUDE. I WANT TO FINISH THIS BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW?))
(( I don't know how either :| ))
((but they're so cute and both a little off kilter and so wonderful ;; ))
((Faust was sad, Luc sympathised and was still sad about not being able to marry Ces then they went horse riding, wheeee~))
(( hahahaha ))