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Location: Almack’s
“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”
“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”
No sooner had the question regarding Ms. Crane's death left his lips did he feel the desire to retract it. Part of him wanted to know what had happened, what force could possibly snuff out a spirit such as hers. And yet, the other part of him could not bear the thought of her suffering and dying. What if she had died in some horrific manner, one that made even death seem like a blessing? He shuttered as the mere thought dredged up painful memories of the grievous injury that had blinded him in his left eye. Though it had occurred more than a decade ago, he could remember it like it was yesterday. The overwhelming pain. Feeling like he was going to drown in his own blood. And then the darkness of unconsciousness. Suffice to say, he had experience enough suffering in that one moment to never wish suffering upon another person.
His question was left unanswered, out in the open, as Elizaveta's voice suddenly rang out above the din. It drew his attention and the attention of many of those around him. His brows furrowed slightly at her words. They cut into him and made him feel a bit guilty for getting distracted from the task at hand. But he couldn't help that after everything that had happened with Millicent, he still wore his heart on his sleeve. Jeanette's death was then one more deliberating blow to his soft, vulnerable heart. His attention went back to Mary as she addressed his question and stood by the Grand Duchess's command. He let out a resigned sigh and nodded his head. “I will inquire for you at a less pressing time. If the Grand Duchess thinks its best for me to leave, then I will oblige. I do not wish to be anymore of a hindrance," he replied. He then bid his farewell and went to find the rest of his family so they could depart from the bloody battlefield that was Almack's.
Location: Almack’s
"Sometimes I aim to please, mostly I just shoot to kill."
"Sometimes I aim to please, mostly I just shoot to kill."
Thalken's head swung to the side when a man approached and spoke to him and his twin sister Thalcona. The man spoke as if he was familiar to her, which she was--sort of. But Thalken had not been privy to the conversation and soul reading that had gone on between Thalcona and Vladimir. As far as he saw it, this was some stranger who had the gall to talk them, but more specifically his sister. Thalken was a bit protective of his sister, who would have thought? He glanced over at his sister and then back to the man. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his jaw clenched. Who the hell is this man, and why the hell is he talking to my sister?! he thought angrily. When the man invited Thalcona over for a drink, Thalken nearly let out a growl and a few choice words. Thalcona suddenly elbowed him harshly in the ribs, causing him to let out a grunt. Apparently she had taken notice of his quickly darkening mood. She was always well tuned to his mood swings, like some kind of twin telepathy. "I will consider it. Thalken and I need to first figure out where our father went off to and then we will be out of your hair," Thalcona then replied to Vladimir. She spoke with an ease that Thalken most certainly lacked.
"Assuming he isn't already dead. Let's just leave him," Thalken interjected tersely. Quite frankly, he would not be upset if his father was dead. It would be a relief actually. One less monster to roam this earth. Thalcona did not seem to appreciate his brazen words. After all, they weren't exactly in private. Her head jerked around to give her brother a withering glare to shut him up before returning her attention to Vladimir. She nodded her head and then ushered, or rather shoved, her brother in the direction of the nearest door. After some searching, they would eventually find their father outside of Almack's, in the shadows behind the building, where he was finishing up some kind of business transaction. Go figure.
