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“Marjorie,” Kolya admonished. “You wouldn’t. I’d sit outside on the street and cry and scare away all of your customers until you found it in your heart to forgive me and supply me with sweetbreads once more.” Then, as Marjorie’s smirk disappeared, his own formed- he took a wicked delight in making her blush. I see. He couldn’t help but laugh, and then had to pause in his work to laugh some more at her talk of parts to play. “Oh, my, are you saying you play with your... part often?” His tone was a mesh of amusement and faux- scandal, and he couldn’t help but laugh even more at his own terrible joke. “I suppose it’s always the ones that seem most innocent, isn’t it?” He sighed, bit down on a lower lip and tried to busy himself with the bodice of the gown once more, an amused smile still on his face as he attempted to keep himself from cracking up again.
“Few things are as disappointing as seeing something you put your heart into go unappreciated,” Kolya agreed, commiserating. “Really?” He jerked his head around, eyes fixing on the basket. If he inhaled deeply, he could smell something fantastic- Not yet. Later, during his next break or whenever there wasn’t any risk of a crumb making it on to the clothes. “Thank you,” Kolya sang. “You’re the best.” He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her description of her sire. It was always disorienting- so many Cupiditas had such good relationships with theirs, to hear about other bloodlines having tenuous relationships always mystified him. He opened his mouth to offer sympathy, but instead jabbed his needle right into his finger as she dropped the name of her sire. He yelped, jerking the hand away before the welling blood could drip onto the coat, and stuck his finger in his mouth, turning wide, surprised eyes on Marjorie. He withdrew the finger with a pop, shook his hand in the air. “Philippe?” Kolya questioned. “Blonde Philippe? The one with the pretty eyes?” He blurted. Not that he knew of any other residing in this town. His brain was just struggling to comprehend this, fit the two together, Marjorie’s mysterious, absent sire and Philippe. What? Not that he knew the guy well, but goodness, what a surprise. “He doesn’t seem very cross to me?” Kolya wondered aloud. “I mean… when we first met, the first thing he did was imply I was rude, but…” He shrugged. “Aside from that, he’s been very nice. To me, at least. Why was he angry?” He questioned, and then stopped short. “You know you don’t have to answer that,” He reminded, inspecting her face for any signal that they should switch topics. He was curious, but above all else, Marjorie was his friend. He liked poking fun at her, but he didn’t want to actually make her feel bad. “We can talk about something else if you’d rather.”
Her eyes widen as she inhaled through her teeth, her cheeks blazing red from embarrassment. Marjorie wished she could keep her expression stone faced whenever Kolya teased her. But she couldn’t help to feel a little flustered with this sort of talk. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what sex was. She had experience in what men liked in bed. However, the very idea of embracing one’s desires and fantasies made her blush excessively. With a vigorous shake of her head, she cupped her cheeks, feeling how hot they were. “That is not what I meant. I play no part!” Seeing his amusement splattered upon his face, she could feel the corners of her lips tug. “Oh, hush!” She laughed, covering her whole face with her hands. “I will never hear the end of it, will I? You’ll be reminding me of this conversation in a century. I already know.
“Yes? He does have very nice eyes. ” She answered, her brow raised. “You’ve met him.” She stated with a knowing nod. Of course, Kolya would know him. Her dear friend enjoyed pretty things and while Philippe did ugly things, he was a gorgeous man. Even she could admit that. She couldn’t help to let out a little snort at his description of his interaction with Philippe. “That sounds like him. He isn’t afraid to tell you your faults.“ A pang of jealousy hit her as she listened to Kolya’s experience with her sire.“I know Philippe. Better than most. He can be kind when he wants to be. But he doesn’t know how to stay kind for long.” Philippe could be kind and charming, she had seen those qualities during her time with him. But she also knew he could be cruel. “Which is why I don’t think you should see him again.” She warned him, although her experience has shown her that Kolya will do what Kolya desired to do.
At his questions, she sighed, shaking her head. “No, it's alright. I won’t be able to keep the truth hidden anyhow. Eventually, you will find out and I am sure you’ll think differently about me.” As she began, Marjorie lowered her eyes, finding she was braver when her attention was on making neat stitches. “We were in Mariselle, just before Germany invaded France. A friend of Philippe was going to have a party in Paris and Philippe wanted us to go. They were going to slaughter humans again and I couldn’t stomach it any longer. He got so angry with me when I refused to go. We both said horrible things to each other before he left. I asked him to stay but in the end, he went without me.” She had never explained out loud what happened that night. The night where she severed their bloodline and changed both of their lives. “He must have been so worried when he came back for me. I left that same night, you see. I didn’t even leave a note. I just packed my things and left.” Knowing how shocking it was to admit she was an orphaned Regium, she wanted him to understand she had been desperate. “I had no choice, Kolya. He wanted me to be something that I couldn’t be.” No, that was a lie. She knew how to be cruel. The mangled body of her husband was proof she could enjoy the taste of blood. “So, you see, he has every right to be angry. I will understand if you want me to leave.” She added as she began to pick up her things.
