[Ianchus cups the side of Jezebel's jaw, almost tenderly, heat radiating off his hand. His face softens a little, but that spite is there--not directed at the man in front of him, though. Jezebel seems to be in the eye of the storm here. His other hand finds Jezebel's pale, thin hand, picking it up and holding it, thumb carressing the fingers.]
Perhaps. Perhaps you can return to Carrah with me.
[A little laugh--he knows it's impossible, but he's wrapped in his bitterness and fantasy.]
Behind every mad monarch is a man with his hands on the hot irons, right? To run the gallows, to feed the Bull.
[It's a reference to the brazen bull again, of course, a perennial favorite.]
You could be him. You'll castrate the men, I'll take their wives, I'll run a country of fear and sire hundreds of bastards, the Mad King Cepheos, and Jezebel Disraeli behind him, to skin and salt whoever would raise a hand or voice against me. I'll secure the dynasty again, and everyone will be happy.
[He brings Jezebel's fingers up to his lips, fevered eyes locked onto his.]
cw mutilation talk? I'm v sorry about him
Perhaps. Perhaps you can return to Carrah with me.
[A little laugh--he knows it's impossible, but he's wrapped in his bitterness and fantasy.]
Behind every mad monarch is a man with his hands on the hot irons, right? To run the gallows, to feed the Bull.
[It's a reference to the brazen bull again, of course, a perennial favorite.]
You could be him. You'll castrate the men, I'll take their wives, I'll run a country of fear and sire hundreds of bastards, the Mad King Cepheos, and Jezebel Disraeli behind him, to skin and salt whoever would raise a hand or voice against me. I'll secure the dynasty again, and everyone will be happy.
[He brings Jezebel's fingers up to his lips, fevered eyes locked onto his.]