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dear_mun2014-04-16 09:22 pm
digophelia) wrote in dear_mun2014-04-16 09:22 pm
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In which Alice really, really cannot stand people.
You can laugh at it all you want, mundane, feel free to. But you're only solidifying my dislike of doctors and for all the right reasons. You shouldn't be questioning that,he deserved what was handed to him. I rejoice in the fact the likelihood of him not having any physical remains, let alone any limbs is very possible.
I promise you, as time goes on, I'll be more formidable. It's only a matter of time, just as it's only a matter of time before I return the favor to a certain nightmare being tenfold.
I promise you, as time goes on, I'll be more formidable. It's only a matter of time, just as it's only a matter of time before I return the favor to a certain nightmare being tenfold.
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You've never liked doctors, have you. [ It is not a question. It would never be. ] You don't trust anyone, do you.
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[Don't provoke her, bird.]
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[ Templars. With the threat of death, the burn of poison, can he trust another like him.
You provoke him, child. ]
As a doctor, I can offer my trust to any who return it.
[ He is a murderer. Liar. Monster. Hardly a doctor. ]
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[ How quick he is to go for poison. ]
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Why are you as you are? Did he harm you?
[ Careful words. He can sense her venom. ]
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Shut your mouth before you lose a tongue.
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Bambina.
[ Puncture the kidney, he recalls without a moment's hesitation, would kill her. A terrible way to go. ]
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Maybe a few years ago, that syringe would have frighten her, no so much. He's very tall and Alice is surprisingly not frightened as she was before at the close contact.]
I didn't stutter, crow. You will not speak a word of it.
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[ That doctor must have been the reason behind those eyes. Must have been the reason for her ire. It almost makes his lips curl beneath his mask. The muscles in his arm flex, the needle pressing ever so much into the soft fabric of her dress.
If she were older he would welcome this moment with absolute violence. With that dangerous swiftness and venom buried under his thin skin.
But she is a girl and he can't harm her so. Or so he tells himself.
His free hand moves to encase her small wrist. Thin. She is as thin as a cloth doll. He does not try to push the knife away, nor tighten his grip until she is forced to drop it. He is simply touching her to keep her on her toes. He will take advantage if the opportunity arises. ]
What would you have me speak of?
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That is a shiver, a huffy breath as Alice wants to revert into absolute hysterics and just. Plunge the vorpal blade into his body, but she surprisingly regains her composure, still repeating Maglor's words in her head of how she must not drop her guard, no matter how much it bothers her. It helps she really can't see his eyes completely, unfortunately, she hates direct eye contact. While her mind scrambles and body may freeze, in an act of defiance, Alice won't back down, other than press the blade against his neck, along with the second knife against his stomach.
Try it, bird, try it. She dares you. She isn't afraid of you, she won't be.]
If you cannot stop your fixation on my past, then don't speak at all.
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His fingers run back and forth over her pulse. He wonders what it feels like beneath the leather of his glove. Does it race? Does it pound like the wonderful bloody heart in her chest? But all too soon does he see her regain herself. He knows he is testing fate when he moves closer. Leather robes, slick with a thin coating of wax creak with the motion.
The plague masked monster doesn't say a word. She doesn't want him to speak, but can she handle the silence? ]
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She holds her breath, hoping that the smallest bit of silence and refusal to shrink away will help. No, it doesn't. She hates it, it makes her skin crawl, it makes her feel much more smaller than she is. This isn't the shrinking potion, it's something else.
Alice doesn't let herself hesitate even more, not even after she wills her body to move. Just move. To take her free hand enough to bring it up, hard, against his face enough to smack that damn thing off of his face. Not until the vorpal blade is taking a scratch against his skin that the very, very small Alice can recoil back, blade in hand.]
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The air feels cold on his skin. His dark eyes were closed for a moment, the clatter of his mask ringing in his ears. He hardly felt the sting, the blood pushing out of the wound. His skin is pale, hardly kissed by the sun. His hair is damp, black and pressed against his forehead, whatever isn't tucked under the tight hood. His hat is missing, he muses. His hat and his mask.
Slowly he draws his hand from her wrist to touch his face as wide dark eyes, rimmed red from a lack of sleep, finally open. He looks at her with curiosity, with something cold. ]
Have I upset you, Alice?
[ His voice is no longer muffled. That Italian accent is thick, something dangerous catching onto his words. Something poisonous catching on her name. ]
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A cut. She defended herself! Something Alice couldn't do well against Pitch Black. She was able to push back and it feels as if something came off her chest that suffocated her.
Perhaps in another life, Alice would have found his face handsome, but not now. The vorpal blade is shaking in her hands as her heart starts to race with adrenaline. There's a dark pleasure in managing to draw blood. Although next time, she'll remember to not grip her blade so tightly.]
What do you know, you do have a face.
[He did upset her, but Alice is a little too thrilled to even care.]
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This child, this woman. He drives the needle through her dress, pressing deep into the skin of her back. His finger only briefly caresses the plunger, the thought of poisoning her right then and there is tempting. But this should be enough. This shouldn't draw out the monster inside of him. Let her bleed even a little, and that is enough for him.
He draws away. His boots make little noise, robes rustling. His other hand moves to grasp at a dagger at his side. It's purpose is for bloodletting, and he will use it should he need to. He puts enough distance between them to sweep up his mask but not his hat. It is his mask he wants.
When was the last time he revealed his face? Even in death no one had seen it. ]
I could have killed you far too easily.
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She won't accept that gracefully, while it hurts, Alice never really will give him the joy of even uttering a pained noise. Only curling the vorpal blade back in her hand. A flick. He creates distance, Alice will be the one to enclose it; she's since surged in speed to let that happen again. And while she's been reminded constantly to keep her temper in check, not so much now. She's small, and, well.
Alice has long since build up a tolerance to pain, that she at least hopes that he'll make a note of it. She won't take too kindly to it. The vorpal blade will meet him again, just a bit deeper and more coldly than just a mere warning strike against his neck.
Don't turn your back on her, Malfatto, she'll take the meaning of back stabbing to whole new heights and make it very painful.]
Not before me.
[Try it, bird, try it.]
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She should not have roused the monster inside of him. That twisted metal faced bird which practically begs for the blood of those who are diseased. He will destroy the filth that dances in Rome. He will bring death to those who are little more than plague rats in his eyes.
Damn child. It matters not that she is small, that she is young. She has spilled his blood twice and that is enough.
He reaches out, snatching up her blade wielding hand at the wrist. Gloved fingers dig in with bruising force. He would crush the fragile bones in her wrist. Bruise the ligaments or tear them. His hand loses grip on his mask once more but it means nothing to him. The doctor pulls out his syringe, raising it high. ]
Do not test me, little one. I have no patience for one like you, not tonight.
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[She also means that, but it's not as if Malfatto cares. She'll just relish in the fact as she's momentarily drunk on her own pride that she has drawn his blood. He can have her drop the vorpal blade, but Alice isn't above kneeing him in all the wrong places or even using the second blade given to her by Maglor.
And friendly reminder he'd be scolding her for this.]