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If that experience has taught me anything, it is that even if I had been a virtuous man, I would still have been the victim of the same injustices, and why? There is always at least one person with power who cares nothing for law, cares nothing for honesty, or equality, or lawfulness, and only about silence and control.

My keepers in Charenton cared nothing for helping or healing me. They only wished to hide me.

[Private to Prefect]

I won't trouble you in person. I realize you were not the same man, just as I was not the same man, in terms of how we each arrived here. But there was still a core of truth in my identity, as I'm sure there must have been in you.

My point -- thank you. There are few that I could credit with saving what sanity I had, and I can say that one of them was most definitely you.

Merci, Prefect.

[Private to Iago]

We shall have this conversation here or in person.

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[Pavi has absolutely no time for however the Marquis chooses to respond to his reappearance, however. He moves forward with definite intent, slides one hand around the back of the Marquis' head and kisses him firmly, kicking the door closed behind him almost as an afterthought.]

[He's taken aback, certainly, not given time to even wrestle with whatever emotions were boiling up inside him. He is simply suddenly being kissed, and he has no reason to object, no reason to not kiss back. His arms slip around the other man's waist, fingers clenching and unclenching, bunching up the fabric of his vest.]

[Pavi wastes no time in pushing him towards the nearest wall, pressing his mouth to the Marquis' neck. He has the faint recollection of a lifetime's celibacy knocking around in his head - something that seems impossibly absurd, like a life without food or oxygen - and until he's done something to exorcise it, it's unlikely that the Marquis is going to get anything resembling conversation out of him. Sorry. Priorities.]

[Thankfully the nearest wall is covered in tapestry, sparing the Marquis from the sudden bolt of cold that would have stricken his back, even through the fabric of his robe, if it had just been bare stone. He is gasping the minute Pavi releases his mouth, the hands on his back moving and grasping with deeper tension, made up of savoring and anticipation.]

Mi sei mancato. [It's a low whisper, and not something he's about to admit to in English, but there it is. Pavi backs off only for the time it takes to get his own vest off, tearing at the buckles and buttons, then kisses the Marquis again and pulls at his robe. There's little tenderness in any of it, his every gesture fuelled with a forceful hunger.]

['I missed you.']

[And with any other man, he might have gotten away without anyone else understanding it. As it is, the Marquis has pushed past any moments of shock or tenderness that had pushed themselves to the forefront and returned each gesture with equal fervor and zest.] Stare, Paviche. [He whispers it almost savagely, but there's a snatch of desperation in his breath.] Stare...

[ooc: stare = stay (italian)]

Edited 2010-01-16 18:00 (UTC)

[Pavi just makes a vaguely conceding noise, breathing hard against the Marquis' throat; at this point of complete and utter unselfconsciousness he'd agree to pretty much anything. Without much concern for the shameless manhandling of his lover, he grabs the front of his robe in a handful and drags him back towards the bed.]

[The Marquis pulls one of the bed curtains open to let in a little air, then sighing lies back down.] Did you return during the flood? Do you remember where you went?

[Pavi props himself up on one elbow, looking down at the older man.]

No - that is, I returned very shortly before the flood began. Before I had any chance to... [Announce his presence, try to find if he'd been missed, do anything much except right himself before the Barge had begun to shake.] I do not remember it well, the place that I had gone. It was a little like recovering from surgery at home, a sort of...haze.

[The Marquis stretches a little and winces.] I did not believe you would come back. [He stares at the canopy as he says this, a little distant, but after a wake-up call like that, it was somewhat difficult to put much of anything into perspective.]

I did not think that you would return, either, when you graduated. [He inclines his head lazily.] I would not have gone, had I had any choice in this matter.

Yes well -- [The Marquis made a point to shoot him a playful glance before assuming a more aloof expression.] -- next time I might not be so forgiving.

[Pavi grinned for a moment before sealing his lips together and approximating something more appropriately wounded.] Next time then, I am sure I shall have to do much more to secure this forgiveness, no?

Oh, a good deal more. [The Marquis shut his eyes -- deciding he'd save that mental image for later.] Mind you, you're barely out of the woods, now. [Another brief glance.] An admirable step in the right direction, however. That's one I'll have to write down later.

Oh? Perhaps I should not take any further steps and stay out of your way, instead, to better allow you to write.

You say that as though I intend to let you out of this bed.

You say that as though you have any means of keeping me here. [Why yes, he was being obstinate for the sake of it at this point.]

Those leather manacles I borrowed from you are actually quite comfortable [he remarks with amusement]

Oh? Strange, I have never had cause to find this out for myself. [It's a casual remark, but the raised eyebrows are clearly challenging.]

Normally I would not. Doctor Mccoy would be most unhappy with me if I kept you tied up in my room all the time, after all.

[He reflects on this for a moment. Then smirks.] Si, most probably, but I do not think he could bring himself to tell you to stop.

[The Marquis chuckles.] He would have to acknowledge what we were doing in order to address it.

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