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Would it help to slap me again?

[originallutece]

i might just, if you're going to be patronizing about it.

[reposing]

Forgive me, I only meant to tease a little.

Did you actually want to talk about your frustrations? I certainly don't mind.

[originallutece]

i'd forgive you if i thought you were actually sorry alucard tepes but as i do NOT believe such a thing

anyway hush, you're too quick to apologize

and no

stephen strange is simply frustrating, as always. it's nothing new.

[reposing]

Found my last name did you?

Should I apologize less? You do seem to like a bit of fight to these things.

Hm. I haven't had the pleasure. ...If it was a pleasure?

[originallutece]

Dr. Reid's impeccable politeness is, as always, a boon.

& yes frankly


& yes it was but also no

he's very





confident

[Tequila is a lot, for the record.]

[reposing]

It's Adrian, by the way. I'd felt a bit disassociated with the name for awhile, but I'm minding it less.


You like the confidence. Not surprising. But I think you also like putting that kind of man into place, yes?

[originallutece]

[Oh.]

i'm glad to know it.

And both, frankly. I hardly see why I have to choose one or the other. though people have a tendency to peg me into one role or another, depending on what they want to see.

[reposing]

And I do trust you with it.


Unfortunately, that is the nature of man, be they human or otherwise. It is often easier to generalize a person they see instead of taking into account the complexities.

[originallutece]

you're right

a bit more profound if it wasn't about "step on me madam lutece" versus "i'm going to bend you over something", but you're still right.

[reposing]

So it's either people ask you to step on them or they're going to ravage the lovely lady?

[originallutece]

Yes.

[reposing]

I loathe to say generalizations are more prominent when it comes to sex. My condolences.

[originallutece]

thats the third time you've apologized, adrian.

[Second, but whatever.]

its not as insufferable as it was at home

and its not that i dislike such things

i simply

would care to be asked rather than assumed

especially when the assumption comes in the form of some man yelling in the street

[reposing]

Less of an apology and more of a gesture of sympathy.

I think that I do understand, to some degree. Certainly not as you have, of course. Does Stephen take such assumptions with you?

[originallutece]

oh, no

those are two separate complaints

he's just arrogant

[reposing]

[REAL GLAD THIS IS TEXT he's kind of losing his shit]

So if I want you to step on me then, shall I ask prettily?

[originallutece]

are you at home

[reposing]

[haha fuck oops]

Yes.

[originallutece]

[Let us assume, for the sake of narrative convenience, that he has told her his address. Because in the next instant there she is, clad in a silk nightgown, her hair tumbling around her. She very clearly smells of tequila and mint (and maybe a hint of something else, because Stephen Strange is an ass who just comes into someone's room and kisses them and then leaves).

She does not look amused.]

Do you want to ask that again, Adrian?

[reposing]

[There is a long pause as he looks at Rosalind in the middle of what he'd been doing. The canvas of his parents are, thankfully, covered in a sheet so he can tend to that later, but his fingers are covered in charcoal and paint. And so he's sitting, looking at Rosalind, thinking of what to say.

She looks very pissed off.

So he does the only reasonable thing, and that's definitely turning into a bat so he can fly out the fucking window.]

[originallutece]

Adrian!

[But there he goes, out the fucking window, but joke's on him, because she's in his house. And he'll have to return here sometime.

She does not, actually, snoop. She very much wants to, but she won't break his trust so easily. Instead: she goes to his closet, pulling out a shirt and donning it; it's much more comfortable and covers a lot more than her nightgown. She rummages around until she can find something to read. And then she settles on his bed, her long, bare legs stretched out before her, and waits for him to return.]

im screaming

[reposing]

[He does, very very very reluctantly return, because he does have a sneaking suspicion that she's stubborn enough to make sure she's going to be there, waiting, even if it's hours and hours. Which it could have been, he could have fled to Trevor's cottage (he did) and stayed the night (he did not).

So he does, and he just knows where she's going to be.]

You never let up, do you. [why do you always have to be right???]

[originallutece]

I don't know what you expected.

[Good news: she's a little more sober than when she arrived. Bad news: that doesn't mean a whole lot in the face of tequila. Definitely won't throw up, but she's still pretty tipsy. Her nightgown lies on the floor, which suggests she's only wearing his shirt, because she'd gotten irritated with the duel sensation of cotton and silk.]

But no. I never do, not in anything. Sit down, Adrian.

[is she going to work his name into every sentence, maybe so]

[reposing]

[Logically: Rosalind cannot actually do Alucard any physical, long lasting harm, and he can probably take whatever she's going to say or do.

However: she is still her, a strong woman in many ways, and while he absolutely respects that about her, it is still mildly terrifying, much in the way Sypha would only have to look at him or Trevor to earn an apology when they'd done wrong.

So he sits, frowning.]

All right. Sitting.