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Characters: Catarina and anyone willing to put up with a moody demon
Setting: Floor 38
Format: Action start
Summary: Catarina's consolation prize from being crushed by her ridiculous costume isn't something she really wants...
Warnings: Catarina being her usual threatening/sexual self

[The second lounge, surrounded by clouds. It was a little dizzying to Catarina, but she honestly hadn't been looking out of the window for a while. Instead, she was sitting on beanbag chair with a necklace dangling over one hand. It was gorgeous, gold with a beautiful intricate charm carved onto the end. But her dark eyes were almost angry as she looked at it, her jaw tight. She knew what this was. She saw it when she was a child, and was supposed to be handed down to her. Catarina dropped her hand next to her, disgusted, letting the chain slither to the floor]

I've beaten you. I lived.

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[She opened her mouth, sitting back again, before looking away] If my birth had been different. It's a magic that succubi use to make hunting easier and to disguise their own tracks.

[Saber's hand came up to Catarina's cheek, gently turning her face to meet her eyes.]

The status of your birth is nothing to be ashamed of, for it was not something you had any control over. We are all born to unique circumstances and we either learn to make the most of them or regret them. Had I not been born with the blood of the Pendragon, I would not have been been king. I would not have embraced my destiny.

Yet, my current existence was a choice I made, based on the circumstances I did have control over and my own failures. The things I regret are the things that I caused, Catarina.

You did not cause your parents to create you. You are not responsible for your blood. You take the gifts you are granted with and make the most of them. Mixed blessings are still blessings... even to those that prefer the night to the day.

[She smiled.] I ask that you raise your head and be proud of who you are, even if you are not proud of what you are.

Edited 2012-11-29 03:28 (UTC)

[Catarina cupped Saber's hand against her cheek, dark eyes on her gold ones] It's merely an old wound, Saber. I grew up believing I would one day wield magics to bend human will to mine, only to find by my birth that I have all the weaknesses of my parents and none of the strengths.

But I have lived longer than I should have. I am four hundred years old and a disciple of the art of the knife, both things other crossbreeds cannot boast. If I cannot pull one into my bed with a touch as full blooded succubi can, I have practice doing so with words and touch as it makes no difference. I have lived. If I show shame at my old wounds being examined, allow me to say my pride at living beyond the expectation any would have for one such as myself eclipses that.

Many an old wound seems to be finding its way open as of late. [She stroked her thumb over Catarina's cheek.] If I could heal it, I would.

I wouldn't be so hasty to remind yourself of the good still within you. It's often a reason to continue on, to prove the wound wrong.

That is nothing you need to worry about; there are a few new arrivals that constantly remind me of that. It makes some things confusing, feeling the war between the light and the dark in my heart.

You know what I will say for that... [Her hand came down, lightly brushing over where Saber's heart beats] But I suppose that would be due to my birth as one against the light. If you were to keep your mind and discard your light, you would rival the most beautiful succubus...

[With a chuckle, Saber catches that hand and brings it to her own lips, brushing them over Catarina's knuckles.]

I would be a tyrant, my dear, instilling fear instead of awe. [Her Charisma Rank did drop from B to E as it was.]

[Catarina smiled, turning her hand to cup Saber's face] Not exactly a bad thing, my king.

But far from that of a succubus. I am afraid seduction is not something I am versed in.

[She's been seduced before, yes, when alive by She Who Will Not Be Named, but Saber lacked those skills herself. She's doesn't really know how to actively use any of her physical features outside of battle.]

You would still be as inhumanly beautiful as one.

Then it is a shame you did not see me at the very end of October. I suspect you may have swooned.

How sad that I did miss that. It would have been quite the time.

You and another here may have been the only ones to claim that. I had lost my patience with the Tower's candy game.

Humans without the touch of darkness seem to not to understand the appeal of an iron fist.

They see such only as villains... [A semi-frustrated sigh accompanies that.]

[Catarina reached up, stroking a bit of Saber's hair back with an odd look on her face] Those who oppose are always villains.

To the ignorant that see no further than the walls of their house, the food for their stomach or the blind ideals they are taught when young.

Even I, great king of legend I had been, was eventually seen as a villain and my people revolted against my rule.

[Catarina's fingers brushed Saber's lips, but almost thoughtfully instead of it's usual sensuality] Even if you were to be dark, I doubt you would be evil.

My code forbids it.

[And she knows deep down, some of the silver knight is still inside her.]

Hm. [She thought about that for a moment before leaning in to give Saber a small kiss, the gesture holding a bit of kindness to it] You intrigue me, Saber. You hold so much potential to be a dark force to be reckoned with... and yet you have a sense of moral code you will never go back on no matter how dark you are.

[It lent itself to a lonely life. Truly.]

...Arturia. You may call me Arturia.

Arturia. A far more regal sounding name. [Catarina took Saber's hands, raising them to her lips for a kiss] I will take my leave now. It was a very nice talk, Arturia.

[Saber hoped Catarina would take care with that name... the Servant had many enemies in the Tower.]

Until you grace me with your radiance again, my dear.

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