dear_mun | (no subject)

They don't often think things out.

[Flatly.]

... When things are, it often proves that it is better when they don't.

Fufufu... No I don't doubt it.

[She folds her hands neatly in front of her.]

But at my age I don't scare easily. She would find it difficult, I think, to worry me.

They find ways. Of course mine worries more about that than I do.

[He's found a way to just up and leave if he's made upset and it's annoying.]

Of course scaring isn't what they always intend to do. Perhaps murder and mayhem, or something softer for their own amusement.

No, you don't seem the type to worry much.

[But then, neither does she. Her reaction reflects as much.]

Well. What fun would it be playing with dolls without a bit of variety.

It wouldn't do well if I was seen to worry, considering my position.

[No speaking of which that is, exactly. Duke, Baskerville leader, etc.]

In their playing mine and another have given me something that would belong within your family over time. Of course he has both eyes.

It wouldn't help the situation much either I'm afraid..

[Ah, but now you've certainly gotten her interest.]

...is that so? Well I do hope that you would take good care of him in that case. I wouldn't want to see him mistreated too terribly.

[Though she would say it's fine to take a firm hand. Teasing is fine too.]

Some situations simply cannot be helped.

[There's a small tilt of his head.]

He's very comfortable, and has proven himself to be loyal to myself and the few family members with us. Though I am afraid due to some 'plotting' he is distressed due to my absence.

[This sounds like a long story, doesn't it.]

The young people seem to get peskier every year, Milady. Isn't that so...?

[It's always a relief to see the eldest of the Rainsworths. No one else knows and understands Break and who he is and what he needs any better. Not even her dear granddaughter -- though Sharon gets a little closer every day.]

[Oh but she's the sort who quite enjoys long stories.]

I would not mind hearing more about this 'plotting' and the events that lead to it.

[Indulge her okay.]

[This is the most he has ever spoken to someone that wasn't Kevin or the little Gilbert for a while.]

In another place, something they call a dressing room, I have been missing for a week. Kevin and I are close, and he knows what it is I've gone into due to dissapearences meaning we've been sent back home. [Haha, Tragedy.] These mundane say he is as loyal to me and mine as he is to you and yours, Lady Rainsworth.

[He's got the time.]

[Sheryl smiles softly and shakes her head.]

Quite so. Troublemakers, the lot of them, I think. [Though her tone says she quite enjoys observing them as they go about their trouble-making.]

One would think they had nothing else to do, in fact.

[Break likes to watch them, and Break likes to provoke them, and Break sits secure in the knowledge that he is still the most troublesome troublemaker of them all. These days, though, he gets awfully tired. Keeping up isn't as easy as it once was.]

I'm sure Milady's writer will find some suitable trouble soon enough. My own never seems to run out of it.

[Sheryl hums softly, a calm, thoughtful expression on her face as she listens.]

If that is so, then it is no wonder he's distressed. [She knows Kevin's loyalty and imagines it's no easy thing for him if they have become that close.]

You will return, will you not?

I will. Yet the shape I will be in was planned out to be startling at the very least. [Even if his condition will be the last thing on his mind.]

He has been through enough since I have known him, and has found some questionable 'friends.'

Oh I am sure she'll have no trouble managing that in due time. But I don't think the two can be compared. After all, how much of that trouble is your writer's doing and how much of it is your own I wonder?

[Most troublesome indeed; it's a title he wears well. She has a particular fondness for his troublesome nature. It's somewhat predictable and yet there's never a boring moment.]

Startling, hm? Well whatever shape that is, you should take care. If it's startling people are bound to be concerned.

[Trying not to worry others is usually a good thing, and pretty solid advice.]

Well, this is Kevin we're talking about. There were bound to be certain questionable factors. [She's teasing of course, but there's also a certain amount of truth to it. Whether it's life choices or choices in friends, well, it's not hard to imagine some questionable choices being made.]

[And predictably, Break makes an innocent, wounded little face. Lies and fakery.]

Why, Lady Sheryl, I'm hurt. She wouldn't play with me at all if we weren't of similarly wicked disposition. Can I really be blamed for that?

I believe between Charlotte and Kevin it will be taken care of quickly enough. Once they are not fussing at eachother over bandaging. [His life is full of people bickering with one another.

With that truth also comes--]

He is friends with someone that turns into a fox and makes a habit of dragging him out to dive headfirst into snow.

[... Well, that.]

[All Break-shaped creatures have an uncanny ability to appear wherever you do not want them to be at any given time. This one is still more Kevin than Break, and so in him, this manifests mostly in knowing when people are talking about him, and investigating.

He knows you're spilling dirt about him behind his back up there, Oswald.

But though he's here now, he holds back a little. This one is still open and honest enough to be a little shy, and though he's come to love and respect Shelly Rainsworth since he was taken from his own world, he has never met the lady's mother.]

Youth...is overrated.

[ So says the very alchemist who's been pursuing the very topic for the last eons or so. Dante couldn't help but smile at the poetic irony of her own words. ]

[Don't think she doesn't notice that your expression and your words are a little contradictory.]

And what a shame that would be. It sounds as if you're a fine match. I don't think that's something that deserves blaming.

A little fussing now and then is healthy. [And entertaining to watch.]

[Oh no that's too funny. Sheryl covers her mouth, chuckling as she tries to picture it.]

Now that I would very much like to see.

And what is your story?

[Sheryl can piece together more than she lets on; but instead of prodding at it, she sits back calmly, offering him a seat. She is by no means pushy, but she is not shy either. There is no reason, she thinks, to hold back nor has it ever been a habit of hers. The fact that this is not a Kevin she would be familiar with - or vice versa - seems to make no difference. She seems pleased with things as they are.]

Yes I suppose it is. It is a pleasant time, but memories are more precious with age.

[Sheryl laughs at her own words.] But saying that sounds just like the sort of ramblings of an old woman.

[Straight and to the point, which Kevin likes, really. It's obvious he has a story. This one wears an old-fashioned coat much like Glen's, and only pins back some of his hair; the rest hangs loose, and it's easy to tell him apart from the more traditional Kevins about. Even so, the way he moves now -- creeping forward like a cat entering a new room for the first time, deliberate and wary -- is probably something that strikes Sheryl as very familiar indeed.]

...I'm from before the Contract. Milady. [He pauses at the chair she offers, one hand on the back of it.] That was over two years ago now. And...Glen took me in when I found out. About -- everything.

[He confides so much to this stranger because she already reminds him of her daughter, a woman he trusts. Shelly has never cared whether he was one of her Break-shaped creatures or not, either, and Shelly had to have learned her kindness from somewhere.]

Mhm, perhaps.

[ Dante's smile fades a little. ]

Ramblings or not, there's some truth there.

She often fusses with him due to his state of dress and hair. [He isn't going to lie, he enjoys watching it, which is why he doesn't even mention it. There is a slight upwards curve of lips, very faint.

There's some life in him.]

Kevin is often proud when he does catch something like that. It is a sight to see.

[Breaks gonna Break. Ah, but for Sheryl, at least, he will always answer the question eventually.]

Mm, she lets me make the sort of trouble I favor in exchange for my enduring trouble of hers. I suppose such considerations are the important bits in either case.

You all sound very close. [Because fussing and bickering goes hand in hand with closeness and friendship yep yep.]

Honestly - it sounds like he's good for you. And likely it's the same the other way around.

[Just an observation.]

Such things always bear a little give and take at their best. Without that kind of balance well... it wouldn't work very well, would it?

[One side would most certainly become unhappy and who knows what would happen then.]

I see. Come to check up on him, have you? [Or more specifically, to see what sort of things Glen's saying about him no doubt. That makes her laugh a bit. She won't deny that she's rather fascinated with their relationship. Sheryl can see in some ways how it is that the two fit together, and the parts that are harder to understand, she simply finds herself curious about them.]

You didn't need to worry. He speaks fondly of you. [In his own way of course. And maybe not without a few silly anecdotes here or there, but there's really no harm in that.]

The subject seems rather personal. Would you tell me what's troubling you?

[She's not very pushy about it, there's definitely a calm, accepting way about her.]

He's found his place, and others have accepted it for the most part. Gilbert enjoys his company, and they brought in a dog together. [The adventures of Dog the Pug.]

... I can trust him.

[Which is saying something.]

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I wasn't worried, Milady. Exactly. Not -- not about that, at least.

[Mostly. So he'll claim. But anyone who knows him well can tell that he's preening, just a little. Even with Kevin, Glen speaks rarely, so it tickles him a bit to think of the duke gloating over him behind his back; and if the stories are a little embarrassing, well. That's nothing Kevin isn't used to, considering who else lives in their house.]

It just isn't a good idea to leave him alone too long. He has a habit of falling asleep in strange places.

[-- that, and the fearsome Lord of the Black-Winged Chains is actually pretty ridiculous. It's not like Kevin can't fight back, if there's teasing to be done. "Checking up on him" it is, then, as Kevin can never be quite sure that Glen isn't about to have a nap right next to a pond and roll right into it.]

Milady is wise as always.

[He tilts his head a little.]

Is she searching for a place to put you, or shall she bring you out when the mood strikes? Milady's writer, I mean.