canon is martyrs. no i don't know what i'm doing and pardon my rusty and likely awful french

[victime]

Un test pour qui? Toi?

Vous n'avez même pas comme le film.

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[flensing]

[Oh.]

It's a difficult story.

shdfjksfd anna ;A;

[victime]

She is just a scaredy-cat. A part of it she must've enjoyed for me to be here, though, yes?

;; bonjour lucie

[flensing]

Maybe she finds you beautiful. Mine is more in love with my hair than I am.

the noise i made when i got this notif @///@ there can't be many martyrs players out there?

[victime]

I know she thinks it's touching, what we have. You and I. That's beautiful to her, more so than me alone.

i was pretty sure i woguld never see a lucie eeever

[flensing]

Touching...

It is... hard to look at it that way, when I am so close to it.

i hope i'm doing an okay job with her sjkfdk x_x i was thinking about maybe apping her somewhere ...

[victime]

I have never thought of it like that.

[ Using words to define or describe their connection has never been necessary -- they've always just been Lucie and Anna, a pair in every way, nothing more, nothing less and while it hasn't always been easy, it's been simple. It has never had to be more complicated.

Not to Lucie, at least. ]

But does it matter what outsiders see?

oops... also, that would be delightful 8V

[flensing]

[She shakes her head.]

It doesn't.

[It matters what you see, Lucie. She's devoted herself to this nightmare, for you.]

It does not change what is there.

[topology]

[ Arthur's french carries the trace of a mild accent, but is otherwise perfectly up to scratch. When he speaks it's in a calm tone that borders on reassuring, an attempt to soothe by repeating something someone had once told him a long time ago: ]

You don't always have to like something to be part of it.

[victime]

[ A second passes where Lucie does nothing but study him, and while her expression doesn't soften, her posture does just the tiniest bit. ]

It happens that you do something because it is your duty. Is that what you mean?

[topology]

[ It's not quite what he means but it's more telling of her than it is him. Arthur shrugs (maybe, sure) and slides his hands into the pockets of his slacks, his spine bending into a posture more relaxed than usual. ]

Sometimes, yeah. [ He pauses, a slow frown shuttering over his face; Arthur's seen better but he's seen worse, too. He wonders if it's her blood or somebody else's. ] Are you alright?

[duplify]

[ She isn't one to know too much french.

Bulgarian. English. Yes.

But french? Enough to get by, she supposed. When she fled Bulgaria, to England, she had to get by in France somehow. God, that was a long time ago. Aaah, nostalgia.

Besides. French was a sign of class. Which is why her french is old fashioned, if nothing else. ]

[ She offers a curious, though slightly disinterested look. ]

Mm. You;re not happy with the attention? [ Her eyes scan the girl. ]