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[pussywhips]

Who: ann tacomocky (pussywhips) & clair nolastname (cajolery) & co.
What: a catchall for march!
When: always i wanna be with you
Where: and make believe with you
Warning(s): and live in harmony, harmony oh love

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anyway please hmu @ matriarchy for a starter!! ]

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[ausuben]

[ Lancelot hates downpours for all the normal reasons but also additionally hates the memories they drudge up. At least, he thinks, it's not nighttime, and he isn't actually trying to pursue anyone who's been pinned with murder, so... it could always be worse.

It also seems as if he missed the weather forecast predicting this since the streets are quite empty, so he is surprised not only to see another unfortunate individual out here, but that she addresses him by name.]

Ye—

[ He stops himself, slight concern (it's more like guilt, though... because it is guilt) on his features before he tries again. ]

... My apologies, I... have no memory of such a pretty face. Have we met here before...?

[ He had almost forgotten that he has been here once before according to Vane, and that it would make sense to eventually run into someone who knew him from then. It's not a good feeling to him, though, to have to admit he's forgotten about them. He already hopes he can make it up to her somehow. ]

[cajolery]

[ Ordinarily, she might (okay, would definitely) be pleased by the compliment, but this time... the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that he's apparently forgotten her. After so many months here, she's learned that these things happen when people have to return to stasis and then reawaken, but this is the first time she's experienced it herself, with one of her friends.

Her face falls—but the guilt in his expression spurs a smile from her, even if it's a little strained. ]

Ah, indeed... we have.

[ At least he seems to already understand the situation, if that before is anything to go by. Thank Mila she doesn't have to try to explain how she knows him already... ]

There is no need to apologize. I am Lady Clair, knight of the One Kingdom of Valentia. [ She extends her hand, palm down, towards him. (For... him to kiss, obviously.) ]

[ausuben]

[ She is kind to put that smile on despite the circumstances, Lancelot thinks. Extremely so. Considering memories are all they have here that truly belong to them it's rather personal, he would think, for them to suddenly become one-sided; but he will do everything he can to make any discomfort fade quickly. He offers a sincere smile to her now—and he does his best to keep this smile as appreciative as he feels for the new opportunity to meet her‐taking her hand in his own gently as he leans forward in a bow as well as to press his lips to the back of her hand. ]

Lady Clair, it is an honor and my pleasure to meet you once more. Please be assured my sincerest efforts will be made to once again endear myself to you, my lady, so that you may smile at me without any doubt in your heart.

[ he's already committed to it because of that single smile she chose to offer first.

His expression turns into something more sheepish and he chuckles a bit as he raises himself back up. ]

... Although, I do hope my reputation precedes me in this circumstance, and that you have seen me in a much more convincing and charming light than is possible while I'm soaking wet.

Nevertheless, I look forward to many memories made with you from here on that I will not forget, if you will allow it.

[ Letting go of her hand finally, he now looks a bit more inquisitive.

Apparently, although he doesn't remember her, he doesn't seem to have much apprehension in trusting her. The ease he feels probably has something to do with her being a knight on top of a once acquaintance. That sort of connection on its own is... really comforting, actually. ]

This type of weather is rather sudden and not normal for here, yes?

[cajolery]

[ He certainly knows how to put on a good first (second first?) impression, courtly manners and everything, and so she can't help but be charmed (again?). He's just as kind and considerate as she remembers too, and so she tries to push aside the sting of being forgotten and smile more sincerely. While he still has her hand in his, she squeezes it gently, reassuring. ]

There is no need for such an effort, Sir Lancelot. [ Because he's already endeared himself to her, and that's not changing anytime soon, probably.

As for the weather—she glances away, towards the rain pouring down outside their little shelter. It's still going... who knows how long it'll last? ]

Ah, indeed. I am given to understand that transporting the newest refugees resulted in some sort of strange phenomenon—

[ But in that split second, she blinks and finds herself standing somewhere else entirely... a beach, to be specific, and one that she recognizes instantly and remembers well. It's the beach that she spent so many summers at, growing up, recreated now in perfect detail: the waves lapping gently against the shore. The soft, nearly white sand under her feet, and the jewel-toned turquoise of the water. Up ahead, there's an outcropping of rocks, where she knows she would find the same little sea creatures she remembers as a child swimming in the tide pools. And further inland sits a grand villa, large and imposing in the distance. ]

My goodness! This is my family's summer villa.