Easton: Hey, Fenchurch… could we… talk? Without your bodyguard in
the room, preferably.
Fenchurch: Tivadar, this shouldn’t take long, and I’ll be okay. You
can wait outside the door.
Tivadar: If you wish, Mistress – but I shall be on
Easton: Yeah, you do that. Never know when the
bogeyman or Fabien’ll turn up *smirk*.
**frosty glare from
the departing Tivadar**
Don’t bait him like that – I don’t want to have to clean the carpet.
Easton: Mind if I sit next to you, then?
Suit yourself – just don’t take all day about it. I can’t guarantee how much
longer I’ll be in this room.
Easton: Yeah, I know – we don’t have a very good
relationship, do we?
didn’t know we had ANY relationship – other than the accident of being related.
Easton: Yeah – Dear Old Dad didn’t exactly concern
himself with how a family was supposed to fit all together, did he?
he sure didn’t. He just did as he please, never mind
the rest of us.
Easton: Yeah, dad was a jerk, and I was Son of Jerk,
Fenchurch: Whaaaat? Did I – did I hear you right?
Easton: Fen, I’ve been doing some thinking since…
since my little encounter with Fabien. It was kind of like when people have
near-death experiences and they say their lives flash before their eyes. I see
now what a smartass I was, just being like dad. Maybe I thought I was trying to
please him with that chip off the ol’ block act
whenever he came around. Not that he came around that much. And you know how he
could fill up a room with his personality. That “dazzle with brilliance, baffle
with bullsh*t” technique of his. Then… he was gone
again for another six months, a year, not a peep out of him ‘til the next
he did the same with you, too? Just come and go?...
When I was real little, I used to be glad to see him. He’d pick me up and put
me on his shoulders, and I felt like I could see the whole world, he was so
tall. Then he came around less often, and he brought you, and didn’t really seem that interested in me, just in pushing
you on us for a few days. And you were SO smug and cocky – I’d get so mad I
couldn’t see straight. We’d all be glad when dad took off with you.
Easton: Yeah… and then he’d drop me by home, and be
gone in a flash. I wouldn’t see him again until he’d take me to your place.
He’d juggle us all, like those plate-spinners. I know you didn’t like me being
there, but – it was almost my only time with him. On the way home, he’d talk
about you, tease me that I had a smart little sister
who could whup my ass. He’d laugh about that…
all this time we each thought the other had it better with dad. But you didn’t…
he treated you pretty much the same as me. Guess it shows me for assuming.
Easton: Yeah, it’s sort of classic,
Easton: Anyway, I’ve taken enough of your time. Ol’ Tivadar’ll be thinking I’ve kidnapped
you for ransom or buried you in the basement. Thanks for listening – you’ve
been a real sport about it. It feels good to have got it out – real good… see ya around, Fen.
Fenchurch: Easton… are you – leaving leaving?
Easton: Hard to say… depends on a thing or two… ‘bye. **exits**
maybe I have a brother after all…
Kaida has a
bright idea to matchmake for Persephone and Pete.
Although Kenzo doesn’t usually condone that kind of
thing, in Persephone’s case he’s willing to make an exception:
this “distraction” for Persephone you mentioned…
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