where: genevieve’s office when: june 10th, evening who: closed for @gertrudezhang
In all chaos, there is calculation. Orders are sent down from up on high. They are chaotic. The instructions are simple: accompany Perdita and aid her only if necessary. Boris isn’t a complete idiot. He knows how to read between the lines. Demonstrate to us, after a year of labor and outright servitude, that you will not shoot yourself in the foot once again. Prove it.
Boris is tired of this dance. No, more than tired: he’s exhausted. He knows the steps by now, and is starting to feel the itch to break out of the usual pattern. But this is how the Montagues get you, and this is how they keep you, he thinks. If they cannot push you into complete loyalty by hanging oaths and promises and the concept of family over your head, then they will break you down and make you watch as they start the fire that burns down your house. Those are several metaphors for one train of thought. He’ll come back and parse them all out later. For now: Genevieve.
The job is done. He’s proven it. It all went off without a hitch. He’s here to report their success -- and ask some questions.
This time, the door to her office is closed. She looks tired. He feels tired. It is just the two of them. Her office remains the same as it ever was, and he cannot help but feel as though he is stuck in a strange, never-ending loop. Office to office, on his hands and knees, pleading for forgiveness, and then it starts again. “Can I at least ask whose idea it was?” It is as close as he’ll get to asking why. “Yours? Don Montague’s? Roman’s?” His tone is this close to sacrilegious. He doesn’t think he can bring himself to edge any closer to it than that.
He has to wonder how many Montagues have done the same as he is right now, dragging their feet to Genevieve, asking her questions that she may or may not have the answers to. She has no real reason to give them away, and he doesn’t have much of an excuse for asking. This tantrum is momentary, and then it will pass, and he will go on this mission with Paola and aid her if she requires it and that will be that. He just has to know who, first. What else he can do beyond what he has already done to prove he is trustworthy.
Most people know he isn’t. Boris is certainly aware. He’d just like to know what he’s dealing with, at least until Damiano is inevitably disposed of.