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35 - The Sea Forgets Its Cargoes & Rages

[ See Karl. ]

[ See Karl glowering. ]

[ See Karl livid. ]

I don't care about these damned ghouls. I hope they make each and every one of you squeal like bitty piglets. What I want to know which one of you did it. You know what I'm talking about. Who was it?

[ His eyes glow red. ]

Tell me.

[ OOC: Fallout of the weekend and Hatter's Diety trade. Someone is a ken-doll and not happy. Feel free to poke him, but don't expect an answer unless he knows you well xD ]

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[ He devotes a fraction of concerned attention to the ghoul offscreen. He knows she can take care of herself -- but he wouldn't be her Chevalier if he wasn't worried, all the same. The City can be so unpredictable. ]

[ But nowhere near as unpredictable as Diva. ]

[ When the words leave her lips, the seem to crackle before him, undifferentiated, unbelievable. He was expecting temper and venom. Screams of Who what why where? Not ... ]

[ This. ]

Diva, I -- [ Did she misconstrue? She couldn't possibly have. Unless Diva means exactly what he thinks she does. The possibility of which -- Oh God I have to stop thinking about that, it isn't the time, not now. ] I-I don't mean I shared the bed with her to sleep in.

[ Diva's smile is secretive, her blue eyes shining in remembrance as her hand flicks out, the movement too fast for then naked eye to see. All that's heard is the groan of a ghoul and the thud as it's head falls to the ground. ]

Would you like to know the details?

[ she licks her hand, not taking her eyes off Karl. After all, she knew exactly what he meant. He wasn't the sleeping kind. He never had been. ]

[ He wants to detach his gaze from her. But he's transfixed. In disbelief? Horror? Mortification? ]

[ Yes, it's all of that. ]

[ But also terrible fascination. ]

[ So she did... He shakes it off, stammering, ] Y-You don't need to tell me. It isn't my business. Or my place.

[ Strange, the effect she always has on him. To drain all his confidence and reduce him to a flustered schoolboy. ]

[ oh, but she's not done yet as she practically licks her video screen as she watches him, that sinful stutter, that slight glance away. ] But do you want to know?

[ she doesn't care if it's his business or not. It's simply. Purely. What he wants. Because she may just have to punish him and that was her favorite thing in the City to do ♥ ]

[ There's no visible blush on Karl's face, but his cheeks feel like there are a hundred fire-ants marching under the surface. His brown eyes shift to the screen, then drop away again, a timid little sparrow in motion. ]

[ There's... ]

[ There's no way he can answer that question. ]

[ she laughed then, her eyes bright, her lips cruel. Oh Karl. If only you knew of what she knew. They were the same, after all. Spurred by need, spurred by want. It was such a simple thing but the edges...

they pinched, they stung, they curled around and simply squeezed until no breath was left.

She knew.

But she can also relent. ] Then what else did you do? You were angry. [ although so much, so much made him so. But if it was Saya's doing, she wished to hear. ]

[ Of course she knows. ]

[ She has a preternatural talent for sensing what's in his mind -- in all her Chevaliers' -- even if she doesn't express it. He doesn't think it's a privilege that comes hand-in-hand with being Queen. It's just Diva. Just how she is. ]

[ He diffuses at her question -- face, gaze, tone. The shock of earlier is replaced by a shamefaced sulk. How is he supposed to tell her? How will she react? ]

I -- I have fallen prey to a Deity trade someone else made.

[ she held still, not because she cared but because he allowed it ]

And what did they do?

[ What did they do? ]

[ They. ]

[ Took. ]

[ His motherfucking. ]

[ Penis. ]

[ He tells her so. But with less cussing, more despondence. ]

[ and that earns him a flick to his... rather nefarious nether regions. And likewise earns him a raised brow, a quick flush of pleasure, a pointing hand and well...

She laughed. ]

Is that all?

[ she giggled again ] You still have a mouth, don't you? [ so not all is lost. Of course... that's only for Diva. ]

[ He winces at the laugh. The sound has a curiously enlivening effect on his frazzled nerves, even as he wishes she weren't laughing at him. But still... ]

[ Still. ]

[ It's better than her anger. ]

Yes. [ That this -- incident -- deprives him of any pleasure doesn't even register. That it reduces him to a prop, a plaything, doesn't even occur to him. He's never been anything but. Even so, he ignores a sting of ...not sadness. But something close. ] As long as it ...doesn't bother you.

[ she paused, considering, taking his measure in the barest flick of her gaze across the screen. And then she shrugged ]

There's still Solomon.

[ as soon as she finds the man. And beside that, now, at last, they can have a happy family together. Diva with her kids and Saya with her own. For what reason would she suspect that it wouldn't work? ]

[ It wouldn't work because he's dead. And dead seed leaves no roots. ]

[ But that idea is farthest from Karl's mind. Disappointment shutters across his face at the mention of Solomon. So subtle, so mild, compared to that ferocious flare of jealousy and grief within. It's always been this way. He's always so easily replaceable for her. In the end, it's always Solomon she'll favor. Even after he as good as renounced her. ]

[ He doesn't say anything. Can't bring himself to complain. It's not his place. Instead, eyes cast down, he awaits her command, or simply her dismissal. ]

[ ah yes, that's the look she had missed. The look of the cowed, the utterly rejected. He lacked fire in these moments and she lacked the will to care. He had his moments; she enjoyed them, but like this... ]

Find out who did this. And then you can do whatever you wish with him.

[ but her gaze suggests she wants to watch, she'd like to visit. After all, no one but no one should screw with her chevaliers. Unless she's doing the screwing.

Perhaps this was a "just" reward. And with very little fanfare, she tossed her phone. She had far better things to do then worry about Karl. Like take a bath. ]

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