[Lenore follows along, but she stays close, eyeing the house around them hesitantly.] In my experience, the wealthier the man, the less charitable his heart.
How do you make yourself useful to such a wealthy man?
The life you've led and you still believe there are people who do things merely out of good will?
[Lenore lifts a brow. Well, she already knew he was stupid...
It's a little bit admirable, though. Being able to believe the best in people, as long as they didn't prove otherwise. Just not the kind of trust and goodwill she expected from a Belmont. Even this one.
Looking around him at the bottles, Lenore lays her hand on one and picks it up, moving towards the glasses. She intentionally keeps her movements slow, waits to be told 'no, not that one', for the limits and boundaries of this Vrenille's generosity to make themselves known.]
[Lenore softens at that. She is a romantic, despite all her reasons to be bitter. Setting the bottle down beside the glasses, she gives him a small smile.]
I'll have you know I have excellent taste.
[Stepping close, she goes up on tiptoe to give him a sweet peck.] And I see plenty of reasons that someone might care about you.
[ God, but she's pretty. Trevor finds himself just gazing at that smile, until she moves in for a quick kiss. His lips curl up slightly as well, expression softening. ]
Thank you for saying as much.
[ He's really not used to it, his only social contact before Duplicity being Sypha and Alucard who both show their affections through taunts and teases. He reaches for two glasses, holding them up and glancing towards her bottle. ]
Ugh. [Lenore shakes her head, but she smirks a little as she pours for them both.]
That reminds me. There was a more practical aspect to my question.
The communication network here, with our devices. Everyone has clever and quippy names for themselves. I put mine as 'diplomat', as you've seen, but since...
[Setting down the bottle with a heavy sigh, Lenore picks up the glass and drinks.]
Well, I don't know what to use now. I've been struggling to think of any identity for myself other than 'whore' or 'useless', as I said, and... well, my family name is no longer applicable. My father's cousin's descendants no longer even remember my pruned branch of the family tree, and I've spent too long in vampire courts to have any business with a name attached to a human royal family.
[ Trevor reaches for his glass, considering her question. He didn't choose a quippy name, he's just using 'belmont' and thinks that 'lenore' would be perfectly acceptable, but if she wants something creative... hmm. ]
The scenarios we're in don't determine what we are, though? You don't have to change it to whore or hostess or whatever.
No, I determine what I am. And while I have made myself into many things in order to survive in the manner of my own choosing, I am... freer now. Even with the restrictions of being a submissive, Claudia gives me so much freedom. I can do with my time as I wish. I can dress and speak and present myself as I wish.
That's the conundrum, though. If I can be whatever I want, label myself as I please, what do I want to be?
I see. Unfortunately, that's not a question I can answer for you, witticisms aside. And it's something I've considered for myself, as well -- if I want to be what I was and can't, who am I now?
[ He drinks, then motions for Lenore to follow him over to a plush couch to sit with him. ]
I am happy hostessing. I enjoy and appreciate my life here.
[She follows along, tucking herself close at his side as they settle onto the couch.] I don't know what to do with myself, but that's not necessarily a complaint. I've always longed for peace--between our peoples, and between nations. You too, I imagine. We've wished for so long for a world that didn't need us, and now... here we have one.
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[ Trevor glances back at her curiously as he leads the way to the sitting room, where the bar is. ]
I'm not sure what you mean.
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How do you make yourself useful to such a wealthy man?
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[ Trevor's quick to say as much, crossing to the bar and turning the bottles to see what's what. ]
He didn't even choose this house, it was left to him as I understand it.
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[Lenore lifts a brow. Well, she already knew he was stupid...
It's a little bit admirable, though. Being able to believe the best in people, as long as they didn't prove otherwise. Just not the kind of trust and goodwill she expected from a Belmont. Even this one.
Looking around him at the bottles, Lenore lays her hand on one and picks it up, moving towards the glasses. She intentionally keeps her movements slow, waits to be told 'no, not that one', for the limits and boundaries of this Vrenille's generosity to make themselves known.]
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[ There are a lot of feelings going on, and the sex is incredible. He's sure that contributes. ]
Perhaps he just has terrible taste -- I believe him when he says he cares for me.
[ That bottle is fine, as far as Trevor knows. ]
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I'll have you know I have excellent taste.
[Stepping close, she goes up on tiptoe to give him a sweet peck.] And I see plenty of reasons that someone might care about you.
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Thank you for saying as much.
[ He's really not used to it, his only social contact before Duplicity being Sypha and Alucard who both show their affections through taunts and teases. He reaches for two glasses, holding them up and glancing towards her bottle. ]
Shall we toast our relative uselessness, now?
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That reminds me. There was a more practical aspect to my question.
The communication network here, with our devices. Everyone has clever and quippy names for themselves. I put mine as 'diplomat', as you've seen, but since...
[Setting down the bottle with a heavy sigh, Lenore picks up the glass and drinks.]
Well, I don't know what to use now. I've been struggling to think of any identity for myself other than 'whore' or 'useless', as I said, and... well, my family name is no longer applicable. My father's cousin's descendants no longer even remember my pruned branch of the family tree, and I've spent too long in vampire courts to have any business with a name attached to a human royal family.
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The scenarios we're in don't determine what we are, though? You don't have to change it to whore or hostess or whatever.
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That's the conundrum, though. If I can be whatever I want, label myself as I please, what do I want to be?
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[ He drinks, then motions for Lenore to follow him over to a plush couch to sit with him. ]
You sounded happy, hostessing?
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[She follows along, tucking herself close at his side as they settle onto the couch.] I don't know what to do with myself, but that's not necessarily a complaint. I've always longed for peace--between our peoples, and between nations. You too, I imagine. We've wished for so long for a world that didn't need us, and now... here we have one.