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) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm
no worries
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But regardless, I shall fulfill what you asked of me. [ He brings his hands together and claps with a bold smile. ]
What lies under Iago's mask is simple, really—absolutely nothing of note at all. No blemishes, no scars, unmarred skin exactly like what surrounds his other eye. He is however, nearly blind in the eye he keeps obfuscated.
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Are you serious?
[ He guesses it's not bad to know what side to attack him from if he ever decides to kill him, but that was pretty obvious already, actually.
What a fucking baby.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. ]
No offense, but I'm glad I didn't sleep with you for that.
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Indeed I am, that man is petty. [ Not said so derisively, because it's really amusing actually? ]
None taken, those matters interest me little in most circumstances.
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[ Amused but still derisive in this case. ]
I won't deny being a little curious about the exceptional circumstances when you put it like that, but that's probably a conversation for another time.
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