Blunt. Emotionless. It doesn't hurt to talk about it, it's a reality he's lived with forever.
"But he married, too. There were rumours that my birth had been less than honest, but within a few years of my birth people were saying I was legitimate. To mine and Oberon's face, at least. The woman who I remember had very little interest in me, yes. I remember her as passing in the corridors, where I'd bow as she went by. Skirts rustling over stone, long blonde hair. I always thought she was beautiful, and so did Oberon, evidently. On my birthday she called me to her room, and we had tea together: and then she left. Oberon probably killed her. Rumour was they found her body at the base of the cliff... but that might be just a rumour, I'm not sure."
He takes the cigarette, after a moment, taking one long breath of it and then handing it back to him.
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Date: 2005-12-18 06:00 pm (UTC)Blunt. Emotionless. It doesn't hurt to talk about it, it's a reality he's lived with forever.
"But he married, too. There were rumours that my birth had been less than honest, but within a few years of my birth people were saying I was legitimate. To mine and Oberon's face, at least. The woman who I remember had very little interest in me, yes. I remember her as passing in the corridors, where I'd bow as she went by. Skirts rustling over stone, long blonde hair. I always thought she was beautiful, and so did Oberon, evidently. On my birthday she called me to her room, and we had tea together: and then she left. Oberon probably killed her. Rumour was they found her body at the base of the cliff... but that might be just a rumour, I'm not sure."
He takes the cigarette, after a moment, taking one long breath of it and then handing it back to him.
"Your mother? What was she like?"