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[cagedinflesh]

[Casually talking about crazy things at crazy times. Wise decision to move it along, Sam.]

You strike me as the nurturing sort, I am quite sure we shall quickly find it is the other way around! Besides which, you've no need whatsoever to thank me, I am simply glad to be of help to you.

[He pauses a moment to offer Sam a smile before carrying on with wrapping a bone.]

[depicted]

"To start the apocalypse—that's hideous!"

[cagedinflesh]

"It is. Not all are aware of this, so perhaps even if the Grail is won, it will not come to pass, however that fact is enough. The Grail and the Grail War are terribly evil.

"But let us not dwell on such things, being apart from them. I wish you luck in handling such a Servant!"

[depicted]

"I will manage him," Dorian says, rubbing at the seal on his hand. "I would rather have him aligned to my interests than not." It is hard not to add as it is with Hyde, but the thought of another red-eyed monster lingers on his tongue.

[cagedinflesh]

"That is a wise thought indeed." It's certainly what comes to mind for Henry as well. Now Dorian effectively has command over two Servants, who are similar in the worst ways. Much better than to be somehow pitted against them.

[depicted]

Dorian's eyes flicker back up, and he smiles a little, the expression no less honest for its slightness. "The strangest thing is that I trust Edward more than I trust Gilgamesh."

[cagedinflesh]

"-Do you?" That's...actually a surprise. "My situation is somewhat different, but I would trust Gilgamesh over Hyde." But then, they can never get along, there's a certain bias. Although...he casts his eyes down, flushing as he remembers the relationship between the two. They really are alike. But to think his body is involved...

[depicted]

"Gilgamesh wants to use me; I know it. Edward just w—" He notices the flush. A step forward, and his hand is on Jekyll's arm. "Are you all right, Henry?"

[cagedinflesh]

"No, no, it's- nothing." Well, that's not true. He corrects himself, to an extent, "That is, I find it difficult to face him, Gilgamesh. For he and Hyde are...quite close..." Although if Gilgamesh is going to use Dorian, well, all the more wise of him to see through that and keep himself safe in supposedly giving in.

[depicted]

There is a pause, and then a breath in. As he realizes.

"Oh."

His head ducks, and his cheeks flush. "Given the, ah, link formed between us, I hope that the telepathy isn't so strong as to . . ." Communicate that.

[cagedinflesh]

"I should hope not...I don't imagine so, my Master has said nothing on the subject." Then again, his Master is the devil. ...And also slept with Hyde. But come to think of it putting it in such a way sounds an awful lot like he could be involved in this himself- "That I can recall, that is! Perhaps she has spoken to Hyde privately, as he is the sole perpetrator!"

He presses his lips together, trying to collect himself despite the extreme embarrassment (thanks Hyde, thanks Gilgamesh). "...I hope you are spared any such...imagery."

[falconkick]

[ sam grins and shakes his head quietly, terribly endeared. ]

Y'all are unreal, you know that? I am keeping every last one of you crazy jackasses.

[cagedinflesh]

If that is what constitutes insanity in myself and others, then I believe you would be included among our numbers. Which I will therefore take as a compliment - cool, thanks!

[Modern slang, aw yeah. He is one of the cool kids.]

[depicted]

"As do I," Dorian says, if only half-honestly. "How much of our minds have we given to each other, Henry? How much will he know of me, and I of him?"

[cagedinflesh]

"It is, for better or worse, largely on the Master's end. You should expect dreams of his memories. However he will not see yours, so far as I am aware, and I have had a Master quite a while. Largely you will be able to speak with eachother through that link, awareness of strong emotions or injury."

June; letter post tourney

[detoxifying]

[ Delivered to the runner-up of the melee via messenger. ]

"Berserker",

I'd like to congratulate you on two hard-fought matches. There are very few men that I have seen that can do what you have done with their bare hands. As such, in the name of sportmanship, I'd like to offer 500 gold marks to you to do with as you please. If you are still in Treun, I would very much like to deliver the gold in person.

All the best,
-Cullen

[depicted]

"Very well." Dorian takes up Jekyll's hand, squeezes it. "Thank you, Henry. I—you're doing well by me. You truly are."

[cagedinflesh]

"I am very glad for the opportunity." Squeezing Dorian's hand in return, Jekyll kisses his cheek, a soft smile coming to him. "I still wish to protect you, after all."

[depicted]

In pulling away, Dorian's nose brushes Jekyll's, their lips only barely passing one another. He tries not to let it be obvious how much he wishes it were not a near miss.

"Ah . . . is there anything else?" Realizing it may sound like a dismissal, he rushes to add, "I would like to spend time with you, of course! It has been so long."

[cagedinflesh]

Some part of him wishes it had not been a miss as well. Jekyll almost reaches to catch Dorian's arm to take that kiss, he lifts his hand, but pulls back. He can't do that.

"I don't believe there is any other particular business I have. Though I would be glad to spend any time in your presence, even unspeaking."

[depicted]

"No, I thought—we might do anything that you wish."

[cagedinflesh]

"It almost sounds as if you had something in mind!" He laughs, taking up Dorian's hand in both his own. "And of course, you may visit me at home any time. The place is warded."

[depicted]

"No! Nothing in mind!" A tug on Jekyll's hands. "Perhaps we might just sit and talk. It has been some time."

[cagedinflesh]

"I should like that very much! Come sit, then, I would offer tea if I only could!"

He pulls on Dorian's hands in return to lead him to sit together against the wall, side-by-side, shoulders and legs touching.

letter

[cagedinflesh]

[Sent back with the same messenger comes a letter in the hand of the other side of him, which did not fight in the tournament. Any words exchanged between them during their fights were no doubt the very opposite of what is written. Hyde is too bitter a loser.]

Ser Cullen,
What a kind and generous offer, it is most civil of you, Ser. Normally I could not possibly accept such great generosity, yet for the sake of charity towards others, I must graciously accept, with all due thanks.

I shall meet you outside the stands, at your leisure.

Humbly yours,
Henry Jekyll, M.D., D.C.L., LL.D., F.R.S., D.Sc.

[The slew of titles brought to you not in vanity but for a show of respect instead toward Cullen, to show his deepest sincerity by...presenting it like a legal document.]