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Santino moved into the bar with the usual dancer's (hunter's) steps and settled himself into a table. A rather open table, with several empty chairs for company.

Hair uncut tonight- back to it's full length and majesty- black curls rolling down to nearly sweep his shoulders, the crowning glory his beauty. Jacketless tonight, merely in a white, collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and his usual dark suede pants. Black, well-polished and expensive-looking shoes.

The usual fare.

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Lethe really sees no need for these empty chairs - not tonight at least.

So Santino is gifted with his usual lapful of red-headed nymph - tremors almost completely gone, whispers near-silent once more - head resting against his shoulder and smile small and crooked.

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At once he can tell something's wrong- but he can also tell it's fading.

"Lethe." He said by way of greeting, put his arms about her and adjusted her into a more comfortable position effortlessly.

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"Hello," she replies - breathing easy and slow now, eyes a calm blue.

Fingers tangled slightly in the material of his shirt - real and here and safe.

"Have you been well, Salvatore?"

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"Yes, as well as usual." A pause. "I fear you have not." Although merely a comment, his tone of concern obviously meant he wanted her to talk.

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And that makes her nose wrinkle slightly - very and terribly hard to pretend when it is him.

"I have not been well very often recently."

It is, perhaps, a thing. Those do happen, yes?

Hedging? Of course not - Lethe doesn't hedge.

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Santino smiled sadly, soothed her hair in a fond gesture.

"No, you have not. And that is enough cause to weep as it is." He paused, turned her chin (fingers against her cheek) to look him in those infitely black, too many shades to be human) eyes.

"But something's happened recently."

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Oh, his eyes and she is simply caught - her first time here, first time anywhere and he was beautiful - trapped and she cannot deny him answers.

Roiben is back, she thinks. He is back and I am not brave enough and I miss how things were and I do not know what to do. Shattered me - she shattered me.

"Styx," she whispers - helpless. "And everything was broken."

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"Styx is here?" He asked, concern growing in tone until his face took the empathetic shape of sadness.

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"Dark waters follow," her voice is wistful, hollow and disconnected - eyes a hazy, dizzy whirl.

A blink - blue eyes on his - wide and confused.

"Sometimes," she murmurs. "Should have thought - should have known."

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"It isn't your fault." Santino said, attempting to calm her.

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"But she followed me," Lethe insists - eyes narrowed angrily, down at her fingers.

Followed - trapped.

"We really mustn't be keeping secrets, little nymph."

She echoes, voice pitched low in a borrowed purr - strange and sensual.

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"Lethe, she followed you. You did not lead her deliberately."

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"Yes, but she followed me here."

And that is what is worst of all - anywhere else and Lethe is bound, she knows that there is nowhere to run.

"Here is supposed to be safe, Salvatore. Here is supposed to be wonderful."

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"How you change that so quickly I do not know."


Jack looks very much like he's been climbing trees. Because he has. But in contrast to Santino's dance, he's there and utterly artless, with leaves and bare feet.

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[OOC: I'm going to have to run in ten minutes or so, but I'd be glad to RP with you while I can. :)]

"We're always changing, to some degree or another." Santino mused, grinning.

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"But you are looking different. Sharper than I have seen you before."

Jack settles into one of the chairs, watching him closely.

"Like a knife."

[ooc: sure thing, and slowtime works]

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Santino grinned mischeviously. "Are you trying to woo me?"

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"I beg your pardon?"

He looks at him strangely.

"You are backwards. I say you look violent and... you are like Frost, in that way, then. Well, no, I am not. If I were wooing you there would be blood."

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"I look violent?" Santino asked, confused. "I'm afraid that this is my usual fare. I'm simply without my jacket."

"I was only fooling with you about wooing."

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"But you still look sharper. Perhaps it is my mind playing tricks."



Well.

"I was not fooling about the blood. You will know if I ever try."

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"Well, thank you for the compliment." Santino replied, flashing Jack a grin- and continued. "Is that you courting or Frost?"

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"There are some, very few, but some similarities between us. That particular taste is one of them."

"It depends on the person envolved. I am hardly going to leap upon Mercutio next time I see him with a knife to taste his blood. He would think me mad."

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Santino laughed. "I'm sure he would!"

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"It is not a conversation I am hoping to have any time soon. I tend not to broadcast. Unless I am in the sort of mood to raise eyebrows."

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Santino nodded. "Perhaps that's for the best."

"Are you often in the mood to raise eyebrows?" He asked, somewhat teasingly.