[ this is so funny, she just straight up laughs at that because she's rude. ]
Uh huh. [ she shifts to lean back and look him over properly. ] I was in prison for seven years, teacup, if anything I'd be pissed because you're one of the guys that kept me in there.
[ a beat. ]
I'm not, though. Surprised, maybe. You don't act like a warden to me.
Oh, I had plenty of inmates mad at me for that. And if it wasn't at me, it was at the Chief Justice for putting them there.
[ he peers into the water past the glass, gaze following the fish and sea life as they idly swim around, though he glances back at vi with a half-smile on his face. ]
Why, because I like tea and I don't believe in violence as the first answer to every problem?
The last guy did plenty of that, to little effect. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try something different.
[ another few steps following the glass, his back turned towards vi. and vi, if she's looking, might be able to catch a fun glimpse of the word MURDER casually glowing through his shirt between his shoulder blades. ]
[ well, that gets an eyebrow raise out of her, but...
hey, it's not the worst word that could've been there, she thinks. ]
... Someone close to me was like that. He was dangerous when he wanted to be, but people respected him because he knew how to talk to people. It worked better than beating them down, in his experience. That's what he used to tell me, anyway.
[ she watches him look through the glass, and then: ]
[ things that do not sound good: his nickname that seems to have persisted. though whatever resignation he might have felt over that is immediately overshadowed by the reminder of his fun little tattoo. his smile thins. ]
This place really likes to show off our deepest darkest secrets, huh? [ sighs!! ] I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself for now, but ultimately it's your choice.
[ softer. and - the only time she's ever going to say wriothesley's actual name is when she's really in distress tbh so buckle in for teacup forever. that gets her to pause, and she snorts. ]
I'm not interested in gossiping about it, so don't worry. [ she'll come a bit closer, and then pull her own sleeve up, showing him her own glowing tattoo. it reads LED THEM TO THEIR DEATHS. fair's fair, right? ]
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[ all a bunch of big fat secret keepers (himself included). ]
But luckily for me, I had the advantage of reading his inmate registration papers.
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Management of a jail, huh. Is that why you didn't want to tell me? [ wryly. ] Never heard of a warden going by Your Grace before, that's a new one.
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[ that's just how it goes. he doesn't seem fussed about it, at least. ]
I can only assume they were so taken by charm and good looks, they couldn't help but try and pull me into the spotlight. [ haha no. ]
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Uh huh. [ she shifts to lean back and look him over properly. ] I was in prison for seven years, teacup, if anything I'd be pissed because you're one of the guys that kept me in there.
[ a beat. ]
I'm not, though. Surprised, maybe. You don't act like a warden to me.
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[ he peers into the water past the glass, gaze following the fish and sea life as they idly swim around, though he glances back at vi with a half-smile on his face. ]
Why, because I like tea and I don't believe in violence as the first answer to every problem?
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Yeah, actually. Mostly that you don't go throwing your weight around with a big stick. Haven't even had to block a punch once.
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[ another few steps following the glass, his back turned towards vi. and vi, if she's looking, might be able to catch a fun glimpse of the word MURDER casually glowing through his shirt between his shoulder blades. ]
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hey, it's not the worst word that could've been there, she thinks. ]
... Someone close to me was like that. He was dangerous when he wanted to be, but people respected him because he knew how to talk to people. It worked better than beating them down, in his experience. That's what he used to tell me, anyway.
[ she watches him look through the glass, and then: ]
You want me to keep that tattoo a secret, teacup?
[ lightly. ]
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He sounds like a good person.
[ things that do not sound good: his nickname that seems to have persisted. though whatever resignation he might have felt over that is immediately overshadowed by the reminder of his fun little tattoo. his smile thins. ]
This place really likes to show off our deepest darkest secrets, huh? [ sighs!! ] I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself for now, but ultimately it's your choice.
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[ softer. and - the only time she's ever going to say wriothesley's actual name is when she's really in distress tbh so buckle in for teacup forever. that gets her to pause, and she snorts. ]
I'm not interested in gossiping about it, so don't worry. [ she'll come a bit closer, and then pull her own sleeve up, showing him her own glowing tattoo. it reads LED THEM TO THEIR DEATHS. fair's fair, right? ]
Trade you.