One More Day

[lady_caterina]

[It's a warm autumn day. The brightly colored leaves are drifting around the secluded corner of the garden where the young woman sits, a book in her hands. One would be forgiven for mistaking her for just another pretty face. But that fragile porcelain beauty hides an iron will and a ruthlessly sharpened intellect. She is Cardinal Caterina Sforza,

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[not_kept]

Being philosophical in the garden, again?

[The day might be warm yet, but that insistent breeze brings with it the promise of months much cooler to come. Fighting for a clear line of sight as the intermittent gusts of wind tug at his bangs, Abel makes his way around the hedge that's hiding her from plain sight, smiling wanly.]

I hear tell that talking to oneself is a sign of genius in some, but I never know what it means, with you.

[lady_caterina]

[She smiles a faintly bittersweet smile, closing her book and folding her hands rather primly on top of it.]

Is this a polite way of wondering if I've lost my mind, Abel?

[ooc: it's shameless the way they flirt =P]

[not_kept]

Maybe not. [He laughs, because if he doesn't, that makes it serious, and if it's serious, he really is questioning her sanity.]

But you know what your detractors might say. It's probably a bad idea to invite such speculation, in the first place.

[ooc: I know, right. Gosh, put it back in your pants, Caterina.]

[lady_caterina]

It might be refreshing, to give them a tale with a tiny factual basis, for once. If only for the novelty....

[Her demeanor returns to a more businesslike state, as if she pulled on a mask, which, in a way, she has.]

But I doubt that's why you're here.

[She arches a brow expectantly.]

[ooc: But I'd have to put some pants on, first, for that to work.]

[spazierschatten]

[He watches her from within the cloak of shadows, his gaze roving across those finely sculpted features--those slightly parted rosebud lips, those sharp-steel eyes, those graceful curls of spun gold... He watches her and examines every detail, painting this perfect memory, storing it as a provision for the dark, cold days to come. And then, at the risk of being heard, he whispers a response...]

"When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower."

[lady_caterina]

[She glances up, certain that she has heard...something. Something that does not belong in this quiet, waiting garden]

"Is someone there?"

[spazierschatten]

[He hesitates, caught between the desire to stay and the instinct to flee, weighing and measuring the risk. But he has never been one for self-denial, and in the end, he deems the risk worthwhile. And so, a thrill of delight shivering along his spine, he lets the mask of shadow fall away, and reveals himself, bowing slightly, a hand at his chest.]

Just another poor player, My Lady.

Semi-willing rosebondage is an awesome thing, and someone else's idea XD

[lady_caterina]

[She is...rather less than amused, it must be said, rising to her feet, book forgotten in her hand.]

How dare you show your face?

[ooc: No, rly, we're glad to see you xD]