Private Conversations

[dominioned]

The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.

A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.

"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"

We're in a museum now, Harry.

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[dominioned]

It isn't the ending, but that doesn't mean it can't be. [ So yes, they're in agreement. He had gone back to gazing at some of the pieces on the wall, but had turned to look at Erik as soon as he spoke. ]

[bawcock]

[ Not the ending? He... doesn't completely get that, though he does understand some of the rest of this. He thinks for a bit longer before turning on his heel to look at Rembrandt. ]

I guess whether it is or isn't doesn't matter too much for you. The bottom line is, you get the same thing either way. [ That might be why he's having a hard time. ]

[dominioned]

I do. [ Like before those two words hang heavy, all but bolded even in spoken form. ]

But this is a matter of my aesthetic and principles. And how much I feel like getting my hands dirty.

[bawcock]

[ ... man, this is a wild problem. ]

I'm half-tempted to ask if you want me to decide for you. Only... if it's like that, it might not be my place. [ If Rembrandt ends up unhappy with his pick, it isn't worth it. ]

How about this? You're not the only one involved in whatever this duty of yours is, right? Someone else is, too. So, what about them? How much do they deserve from you?

[dominioned]

Now that would be truly, utterly, ridiculous. [ Harsh, but it's not as much as it could be considering there's an amused undertone. ]

The terms of our contract are very clear. There is no "deserving" or "undeserving" and putting emotion into such things is such a foolishly human problem. But— [ He flexes his left hand, holding it up to the light for what little it does while being gloved as always. ]

I could decide to really play, if I wanted.

[bawcock]

[ He doesn't respond to the first part. Honestly, he agrees. Whatever's going on between Rembrandt and the Lady is so far beyond him that he doesn't even know where to start. As objective as he'd wanna be about it, he isn't sure he could manage.

But something about what Rembrandt just said—it stings. He never expected a fair shake from the start, not here or anywhere else. So why is he being told how emotional or "foolishly human" the concept of "getting what you deserve" is? Frustrated, he stalks up to Rembrandt and tries to reach his hand up to cover his. And... fails.

Tall bastard. With a frown, he pulls his hand back and crosses his arms. ] Did you ever think that might be your problem? All this back and forth is you sitting on the fence, trying to convince yourself what you should or shouldn't do. When that doesn't work, you try to tell yourself there's a loophole to exploit! If you do as little as possible, then you're still fulfilling your duty. Except you can't accept that either!

The truth is, you don't want to play—and you stubbornly think not "wanting" to isn't a good enough reason!

[dominioned]

[ His head had turned toward Erik when he approached, and even though he realized partway what the other was trying to do, he hadn't moved his hand down. An uncomfortable beat of silence follows the complaints, Rembrandt as still as one of the many statues in the museums halls.

Then it gets dark, the candles he had placed nearby (decidedly not for ambiance) flickering wildly. In the not quite darkness, his eyes are bright red. ]

There's always a loophole, I don't make my contracts without them. [ He lets his hand fall then, finally. ]

I told you I was greedy. [ It's likely not the acknowledgement Erik is searching for, but it's not a rebuke either. ]

[bawcock]

[ He has enough common sense to know he's in danger. His heart races, he glances around, but he doesn't want to back down. Come hell or high water, he'll stand by what he said. ]

That's even worse, Rembrandt.

[ And greedy doesn't begin to cover it. ]

[dominioned]

Hmm... [ The musing isn't idle; they've spoken enough for Erik to know when his interjections are simply there for manners sake or when they're a shade more genuine. ]

A thief will steal and a devil will devour. But that's never been enough to satisfy me. [ If Erik is standing his ground than Rembrandt is doing just the opposite, maneuvering around easily in the dim light to stand in front of the sculpture from before. He takes it in one hand, folding it easily until its shape is perfectly uniform. ]

Very well then, I shall play~.

[bawcock]

You hate being told what to do that much.

[ He sighs. ] I never expected you to do anything else, but this still feels lousy. Are we done here?

[dominioned]

I don't hate it. [ He laughs lightly. ]

If I hated it, I would have stayed the course I was on for hundreds of years. But tell me, what do you expect me to do? Or is it that you've not yet realized what exactly you've done?

[ Because he certainly isn't feeling conflicted anymore. ]

[bawcock]

[ Rembrandt's having such a good time and Erik is not. He pushes his hands through his hair again, since this seems to be the only way he can show his anxiety. ]

From here? Honestly, I've got no clue where you're planning to take this. The only thing I know now is whatever it is, it's bad for me and everybody else here. [ Hence, feeling lousy. He turned his one friend here into an enemy. Feels bad, bro. ]

[dominioned]

Is it really? [ That's exactly what's going on here, and he snaps his fingers, the darkness evaporating. The red eyes stay, though. ]

Or would you rather just assume after coming all this way?

[bawcock]

[ Blinking at the sudden change in lighting. Uh, did he miss something here? Suddenly, he's a lot less confident and much more confused than before. ]

Isn't it? [ Despite knowing he shouldn't be, he is a little hopeful. When he speaks up again, his voice quieter. ] If I ask, are you really going to tell me?

[dominioned]

I don't like giving away answers, so you'll just have to wait and see. [ For what it's worth, his usual smile is back. ]

There are many lies she's fond of telling, but that is the truth. Your stay here will be over shortly.

[bawcock]

[ There's a sizable pause as he tries to sort his thoughts out. He's... still coming to the same answer as before though. This was about the Lady and her deal, how Rembrandt didn't know how much he wanted to help anymore, and now he... what? Erik assumed he decided to "play," as in, play by her rules and help her. And the only other option is kind of crazy.

After his breather, he's more or less recovered from his shock and takes a step toward Rembrandt. ] Okay, Rembrandt. I don't know if it's trust, or hope, or even naivety, but I want to believe in you.

I won't press any more right now, just... when you can tell me, I want to know what all this was about.

[dominioned]

Humans. [ Shaking his head he shrugs, still wearing that smile of his. Something sure did happen here, but that'll be a discussion for the future. ]

But very well, you have my word. [ For everything he's being, he presses his hand against his chest too. ]

[bawcock]

[ And he sure is being a lot. This... does help. Rembrandt's so serious about everything that he doubts he'd make a gesture like this and not mean it. ]

I'll hold you to it! [ A smile! ] I'd stay and chat some more, but since you've sorted things out I might leave you to your thoughts. When you feel like talking more, you know how to find me.

[dominioned]

My, that would be terribly improper of me to visit you uninvited. [ But good, he deserves to be held to some things! ]

[bawcock]

Since when has anything between us ever been "proper"? [ 'Cause all the lights and whatever that was?? Not proper. Or friendly! ]

[dominioned]

[ Siiiigh, Erik has a point but Rem won't admit it. ]

If I ever find myself seeking company in the evening, I shall visit your room. [ This isn't going to happen, but what almost did happen was "bed" instead of room. ]

[bawcock]

[ your cr is still not high enough to ride this ride ]

And I'll keep inviting myself to do the same. If I take the museum to be your room, that is.

[dominioned]

[ he would be grievously wounded if he actually wanted that and not to troll, but he's being denied in both instances!!! ]

Considering you took upon it yourself to infiltrate the castle, I would not be all that surprised to find you in my actual room.

[bawcock]

[ super denied!! and even if he used "bed" it would've ended in disappointment!!! ]

You might be right if you said that two weeks ago! Or three. Now? Not so much. I'll let you keep your precious room all to yourself and keep my thieving hands out of it.

[dominioned]

I doubt there would be anything of interest to you, I'm not really one to keep personal effects.

[ He tilts his head slightly at the "Not so much" part. ]