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Dualscar and Mindfang are seated across from each other in a room lit by candles, wood panelled and close - a ship's cabin. A crystal decanter of a deep red wine open between them, mostly empty. Their glasses are also mostly empty, but neither of them seem inclined to refill them.

Mindfang is rather distracted, you see. A troll in a slave's tunic kneels on the floor between her legs, her hands reaching up to undo the ties on Mindfang's shirt. Her hands are shaking visibly, but she doesn't hesitate in her obedience to Mindfang's will. Though the slave's face is hidden, her horns match Dolorosa's. Mindfang strokes the slave's hair, watching Dualscar under heavily-lidded eyes.

Dualscar is watching the goings-on with eyes narrowed, his fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. "I'm done wwith this, Spinneret! I'm not goin' to sit here an let you wwalk all ovver me. If you're not interested in wwhat I havve to offer, then I'll just fuckin' leavve, understand? You'vve plied the seas at my sufferance all a this time. You can't just treat me like this!"

Mindfang flicks her free hand carelessly. Though her words are muffled, it's clear that she's inviting him to leave. Dualscar leaps to his feet, knocking over his chair. With a snarl, he strides from the room, cape rippling, and slams the door behind himself.

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[This Mindfang is older then the one of the dream, light glinting off her metal arm, her hair just covering her burnt out eye. But she still recognises the place, recognises each troll. This is what finally made him snap, not in the way she anticipated. But in the end, she was not one of the two that were dead and that's what counts.

She stays to watch herself and the Dolorosa for a few seconds before moving to following him. It's been a long time since she's walked through this ship but it was still hers, and the way around is still familiar. Enough that she catches up quickly.]

You know, the way I treated you was entirely acceptable for a black romance. But you never could understand why I couldn't switch from black to red for you. Rather arrogant, really.

[He hears her, and pauses, shocked that she followed him out. He turns, but doesn't immediately notice the physical differences, taking a few steps closer and trying to press her up against the wall]

I'vve got nothin' but black feelins for you, Spinneret. If you think I wwanted somethin' red, then you're delusional.

[He's the delusional one, but whatever. It's nto exactly that he wants her red. It's that he wants her, whole and completely. He wants her to want him more than he wants her.]

[She lets him push her back into the wall, blue lips splitting into a mocking smirk. After all her own relationship problems, watching him struggle and flouder in their past makes her feel just that tiny bit better.]

Oh of course, if you say so darling. There's only black in your blood pusher, you only desire my teeth and claws and the fight. You don't want something... softer at all.

[Her hand runs over his cheek, a light caress before falling]