“Those aren’t secrets.” There’s a quiet little giggle just behind Gazter’s ear, and then Eglantine’s lips brushing the ear in question. “Tempt me, Barnabas. Give me secrets I could dive into, secrets I could swim in and feel them flowing around me.”
“Hmm how about something scandalous. I don’t think spirifering is not a terrible thing that happens in London as others make it out to be. Although I don’t believe that is the kind of secret you want. Oh, I have one. I find that I’m much more dangerous than people would give me credit for.” Lord Gazter kisses Eglantines neck.
With a lithe little twist, Eglantine wriggles out of reach again. “You have no juicy secrets left to tempt me with?” They cast a playful little pout his way.
"My own secrets do not exist I’m afraid." Lord Gazter puts on look of mock sorrow. "I might be a little to open with, who I am. Though I could tell you something that I haven’t told anyone. Some of my family died during the fall of London."
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The smile disappears, along with all playfulness. “Tell me about your family, then, Barnabas.”
"Ah I’m afraid I don’t have a family anymore." He says this although without sorrow or indifference. "Only me and my mother survived. You see we were in the country at the time, when London fell."
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“You’ve lost so much,” Eglantine murmurs. “And yet you came back to London, to the home of your sorrow. For yourself alone? Or… looking for something?” They tilt their head a little.
Lord Gazter chuckles. “No, no, I came here to visit London of my own curiosity. I had heard such remarkable things about London, when it was above ground, but coming here has been quite surprising and beyond my greatest dreams. Men made of clay, rats that can talk. Now that is nothing like how the surface ever was.”
“There were plenty of rats that could talk on the surface,” Eglantine disagrees mildly. “They just… looked more human.”
"Very true my dear Eglantine." Lord Gazter pauses for a second. "That was two secrets though so how about I ask two in return." He smiles playfully. "What about your family, how was this beautiful briar rose taken care of?"
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Eglantine laughs. “Don’t you know? Wild roses take care of themselves. They grow without gardener or keeper.” They smile wryly. “Especially if they escaped a garden and rambled wild thereafter.”
“And of course I wouldn’t have it any other way. What would I do without this beautiful rose before me?”
“Wither to a husk amid dreadful boredom?” they suggest. A hand comes up, and brass claws trace Gazter’s cheek. “But if a rose I am to be, do I not have thorns?” They smile slowly. “Will you bleed to take a prize?”
Lord Gazter places his hand on Eglantines cheek. "For you my dear Eglantine, I would brave much more than mere thorns." Lord Gazter gets a devilish grin. "Though maybe the thorns are something I enjoy as well."
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Eglantine laughs softly, before a melancholy expression takes up residence upon their face. “Is it brief flowers you enjoy, Barnabas? For there are those who would like to see me destroyed, and it may be that they will succeed.” They sigh. “Death never does have the courtesy to ask if you’re ready for it…”
(I wanted to ask, is this a story or a RP? If it was an RP I wa ted to ask whether I could join)[li]
“Well then I guess that this rose needs a guardian, but what would that make me, my dear Eglantine?”
“Only you can say what something makes of you, Barnabas,” they murmur. “What do you think it would make you?”
"Would that make me Perseus saving Andromeda from Poseidon’s great beast? What do you think of that dear sweet Eglantine? Does it suit me or am I just too much of a scoundrel?"
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“I am no maiden chained to the rocks,” Eglantine points out quietly, “and it’s no deed of gods that threatens me, but the malice of men.” They give him a smooth, fluid shrug. “Monsters can be slain. What can you do against this, sweet boy?” They sigh.