[The idea of doing something like that to him makes her stomach curdle. If she ever meets Eleanor, she thinks that the pain she'll inflict won't be enough.]
I don't think I would like her very much.
[She says it and she catches his hand, brings it to her mouth, a kiss right on the edge of a rough knuckle.]
[that's when he smiles, his thumb running along the soft pout of her lips.]
No, I don't suppose you would.
[under different circumstances, maybe she would have. if daphne and eleanor lived in the same time and place and their interests aligned, vane knows, thinking about it now, that their reach would have been formidable indeed. but as soon as their goals conflicted, it would have been destroyed. eleanor was no stranger to betrayal.
his touch slips beneath her chin, where it pauses for a moment as a thought occurs to him.]
Did he tell you anything else?
[just how big a chunk of backstory has been shared, exactly.]
[he's not looking for an excuse to correct her. it's a pretty crucial distinction, and since he didn't hear the story being told, he wants to be sure she understands.]
Jack's lucky I didn't kill them both.
[he doesn't say it to imply that jack should be grateful for getting beaten and humiliated on a daily basis instead. it's simply a fact. vane should have killed him, especially by his own standards of justice. but that was a line he couldn't cross. and in any case, he knew the choice he made would hurt worse.
however, he can tell daphne's eyes are starting to glaze over. it's late, and she's clearly had a lot on her mind all day. once again vane lifts his hand and touches her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.]
I'll tell you the rest, if you'd like. But let's get out of here.
[She smiles a little, at him, and nods, then moves just enough to take go get her bag.]
Sure. It doesn't have to be today.
[She thinks she's probably wrung enough out of him today. She's inordinately pleased that he didn't lose his temper. That he let her blindside him like that, and he just answered the questions.
She loops her bag over her shoulder and reaches to take his hand, tangling their fingers together.]
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I don't think I would like her very much.
[She says it and she catches his hand, brings it to her mouth, a kiss right on the edge of a rough knuckle.]
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No, I don't suppose you would.
[under different circumstances, maybe she would have. if daphne and eleanor lived in the same time and place and their interests aligned, vane knows, thinking about it now, that their reach would have been formidable indeed. but as soon as their goals conflicted, it would have been destroyed. eleanor was no stranger to betrayal.
his touch slips beneath her chin, where it pauses for a moment as a thought occurs to him.]
Did he tell you anything else?
[just how big a chunk of backstory has been shared, exactly.]
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[She sighs, a little, and she looks up at him. She looks a bit tired, now.]
I can't claim to understand much of it. It doesn't matter.
[She shakes her head.]
That's about it. A story about how Anne killed a crew.
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[he's not looking for an excuse to correct her. it's a pretty crucial distinction, and since he didn't hear the story being told, he wants to be sure she understands.]
Jack's lucky I didn't kill them both.
[he doesn't say it to imply that jack should be grateful for getting beaten and humiliated on a daily basis instead. it's simply a fact. vane should have killed him, especially by his own standards of justice. but that was a line he couldn't cross. and in any case, he knew the choice he made would hurt worse.
however, he can tell daphne's eyes are starting to glaze over. it's late, and she's clearly had a lot on her mind all day. once again vane lifts his hand and touches her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.]
I'll tell you the rest, if you'd like. But let's get out of here.
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Sure. It doesn't have to be today.
[She thinks she's probably wrung enough out of him today. She's inordinately pleased that he didn't lose his temper. That he let her blindside him like that, and he just answered the questions.
She loops her bag over her shoulder and reaches to take his hand, tangling their fingers together.]
I'll blow you as an apology.