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"What do you want?"

GOODBYE

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[untrusted]

[ she reaches up to cup his cheeks in her hands. ]

[glub]

[ he doesn't pull away. doesn't flinch either. ] Just this? No words?

[untrusted]

Pick if you're a marquess, a count's daughter, or the disowned son of a duke.

[glub]

What, prince wasn't an option? [ ... ] I'll go with the marquess. Seems like less drama.

[untrusted]

[ okay


medea is so cursed that at the mention of prince, her revulsion surfaces enough to cut through the forced happiness to twist her expression for a split second. ]

The prince would plot your murder within the week.

[ said as a joke but it's not a joke at all. ]

I don't want to console him, but as for the marquess....

[ her hands gently slide from his face, over to his shoulders, down his arms until she reaches his hands and hooks one of his pinkies with hers. ]

I promise I'll arrange something that's for you and you only. You know I know your tastes better than anyone.

[glub]

[ that bad...

too bad rafayel is too happy right now to catch that subtle nuance. or maybe he processes it, and still can't help but find pleasure in the honesty she reveals. ]

You think he can?

[ challenging, but in a peppy way. that is, before she feels her hands draw down to his shoulders, arms, and his finger wraps arounds hers in turn. ]

The marquess must either be a simple man, or just a very lucky one.

[ she must care deeply for him, or that's the impression rafayel gets. ]

[untrusted]

[ medea laughs. ]

If you could outwit and outmaneuver him, I'd be more interested in you.

[ she'd want him to be an ally (to help kill a guy) (doesn't know where his morals stand but that's ok).... she lifts their linked pinkies as if to ask, would he care enough to do that? in this pretend scenario. ]

He's neither. I humiliated him in front of hundreds before arriving here.

[ despite how much she does care about the marquess. (chart meme voice) between you and something objectively more important, i'd kick you off a cliff ]

[glub]

Do you really think I'm the kind of person who likes to lose?

[ but, rafayel sounds oddly confident. you know, behind the cheer. ]

You'd be surprised. If it was me, I wouldn't care about how other people perceived what I do, or my relationship with anyone else. [ using his wrist, he lightly swings their hands together briefly, while giving a slight smile. ] What you consider humiliation, could have just been like a bit of spice for him.

[untrusted]

Where does your confidence come from?

[ lightly, peaceably, not like it's a bad thing, but she has nothing to trust... even if this is only a hypothetical. ]

I do wonder if he'd be like that or if he's off sulking because of what I did. It could go either way.

[ she continues swinging their hands gently because it's her curse to also continue to go along with anything today. ]

[glub]

You could say I have a thing or two up my sleeve.

[ he believes in his abilities, as much as they may not have been used for good. either way, he doesn't seem to elaborate beyond that. ]

Uh, why does it sound like you're enjoying the idea of him sulking? He that cute?

[untrusted]

[ she'll leave it there, but goodness is subjective and medea doesn't care about what is or isn't good. ]

The last time he sulked it was annoying.

[ somehow said cheerfully. ]

[glub]

[ them with their questionable morality 🤝 ]

Yet, you say that with a big old smile.

[untrusted]

A smile doesn't make it less true.

[glub]

Maaaybe, but think it changes the nuance just a little.

[ but, going to try and pat medea on the head. ]

[untrusted]

[ being cursed means..... she allows it...... ]

You can think what you want.

[glub]

[ smugly just going to think what he wants...

gently releases you 👣 ]