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Something I thought up with me and @The Mood is Write 's character interactions.
"Alright," Grigor started, placing the candle between the two beaten figures. Natalia and Ivan didn't dare meet the eyes of their uncle. Green eyes glowed like venom in the candlelight as he eyed the two bruised figures in front of him. While Natalia was smaller than Ivan, she was faster, and that little advantage showed with the amount of discoloration on Ivan's body, while Natalia's left arm hung limp from her side.
"I don't care who started it." Grigor spoke, eyeing the two of them. Even without looking directly at the alchemist, both warriors whithered under his venemous gaze. Ivan seemed to shrink, incredibly large as he was, until he was somehow even smaller than the crumbling Natalia
"I don't care who ended it." He hissed, then leaned forward "All I care about is: Why?"
Neither of them responded. Neither of them could. Under Grigor's gaze, even Margorie sometimes whithered.
"It was Margorie, wasn't it?" Grigor asked, and the flinching on Ivan's side and the blush on Natalia was all he need for an answer. The alchemist sighed, shaking his head in disappointed. Both of them crumbled even more with the sigh as Grigor dragged his hand across his face. He took a deep, fortifying breath, before giving both of them a level stare.
"Look: I'm not going to lecture you on envy. Gods know Margorie gave me a few smacks when I was younger and more foolish, but I am going to lecture you on confidence and trust. Margorie is a powerful woman. She is strong, confident and intelligent. If she had thought one of us was replacable, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. I want you two to think. Think long and hard about what Margorie finds endearing about you. Think about what you have that the other two don't. If she wasn't keen on you, you wouldn't be one of her lovers, do you understand?"
Neither of them responded, though Grigor could see the confusion in their minds. Neither of them wanted to kill each other, and he supposed that was all he could've done in this situation.
"Now, if I ever see you fighting again, I'm going to stop giving you the Family Discount on all those potions you two so eagerly guzzle down. Are we clear?"
"I don't care who started it." Grigor spoke, eyeing the two of them. Even without looking directly at the alchemist, both warriors whithered under his venemous gaze. Ivan seemed to shrink, incredibly large as he was, until he was somehow even smaller than the crumbling Natalia
"I don't care who ended it." He hissed, then leaned forward "All I care about is: Why?"
Neither of them responded. Neither of them could. Under Grigor's gaze, even Margorie sometimes whithered.
"It was Margorie, wasn't it?" Grigor asked, and the flinching on Ivan's side and the blush on Natalia was all he need for an answer. The alchemist sighed, shaking his head in disappointed. Both of them crumbled even more with the sigh as Grigor dragged his hand across his face. He took a deep, fortifying breath, before giving both of them a level stare.
"Look: I'm not going to lecture you on envy. Gods know Margorie gave me a few smacks when I was younger and more foolish, but I am going to lecture you on confidence and trust. Margorie is a powerful woman. She is strong, confident and intelligent. If she had thought one of us was replacable, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. I want you two to think. Think long and hard about what Margorie finds endearing about you. Think about what you have that the other two don't. If she wasn't keen on you, you wouldn't be one of her lovers, do you understand?"
Neither of them responded, though Grigor could see the confusion in their minds. Neither of them wanted to kill each other, and he supposed that was all he could've done in this situation.
"Now, if I ever see you fighting again, I'm going to stop giving you the Family Discount on all those potions you two so eagerly guzzle down. Are we clear?"