[ 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 well, my family name is no longer applicable.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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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.