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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:14 pm
Security is a given, as are extra little presents: she won't even have to ask for them. No doubt, if they knew she'd regularly return to a place, she'd come home to find that little things will change all on their own as the twins acquire merchandise they think she will like. Nor would it entirely be charity, since such 'gifts' will take place more often when she pleases them, when she provides them with information or amuses them by simply being herself. But that's for the future. For now --
"Yeah," says First with confidence, sharing a triumphant glance with his brother, secure in the knowledge that they have her hook, line, and sinker. "A little one, but a table and shelves and a place for a cook fire and a washbowl."
"It's not that far from our tavern, neither," Last coaxes, batting his lashes at her for all that he thinks the game is already over.
"You could come visit us, of a night," First agrees.
"So we're not lonely." Last grins, going down on one knee as if begging for her favor.
"Because we miss you when you're away." First follows, mimicking the pose exactly, though he goes down on the opposite knee.
"We do," Last confirms.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 5:42 pm
The gypsy hums dubiously. Oh, she is certain that they would just love to see more of her. A pity for them, then, that she was not liable to be staying too terribly much longer in the city than she had before, though her visits would likely be more frequent. Not that she would actually need to make many personal appearances. Hawthorn served as a better and more secure messenger than any other means available.
Now, they boys might feel that they had her right where they wanted her, but she was not going to dive headfirst into their plans and become a simple lackey. Not for them and not for the lord. If she was going to involve herself at all, then she was going to do it her way. If they felt the need to deny her their bait for it, then so be it.
She stood up properly and propped a hand on her hip. "I will make no promises to relay your misinformation," she told them point blank, her green eyes sharp as glass.
"I will judge myself what and how much to tell him. He will doubtless wonder where I receive some of my information, but I won't include your names unless you want him to know about you. Of course, it is essentially pointless to deny such an association. Most on the street likely know of it, since you have not been particularly discreet. As such, it might benefit me to be forthcoming about this." Really, it cost them nothing to give the spymaster this tidbit. He probably knew of it already and it would be a token gesture of honesty.
"I will keep you informed of most if not all of his...interests to the best of my ability," she added. She could not foresee an event where she would feel the need to withhold anything from the boys, but she preferred to account for all eventualities and in this case, at least, be up front about it. She doubted they would like it, but at least she could say she warned them. Better some information than none at all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 8:36 pm
They don't like it. This comes near to straining their ability to accept boldness from her that they'd take from no one else, and for a moment Last's eyes flash with something that's almost like anger. But just before he speaks First gives a snort of something like laughter, and the fire in Last's eyes dies down to a good-humored glow.
"We'd bargain harder, but I know you too well." First frowns at her, leaning back a little, folding his arms across his chest.
"But we know when you've that set to your hips it's little use." Last tilts his head, lifting one brow appreciatively for a moment, with a sidelong glance to Oberon just in case the Guardian takes offense to his teasing flirtation.
First cuts in before either Guardian or gypsy can think overmuch about the statement, pulling the conversation back to the real matter at hand. "We'd just as soon you not talk about us overmuch."
"If you haveta tell him about us, just tell him we're so mad that you're working for him that we won't tell you anything anymore." Last nods, obviously having thought this through carefully.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:00 pm
Oberon tensed for those few, dangerous moments, prepared for the worst. He had never been particularly fond of the twins, even as a fawn. This was one of the reasons. How long before someone went too far? Would something happen to break this...friendship? What would they do if Rajani displeased them beyond redemption? No, he did not trust them.
When First eased the tension, Rajani relaxed and smoothed a reassuring hand down Oberon's neck. She had known it would be a gambit, but it seemed that luck had favored her this time: the boys liked her just a hair more than they were angered by her terms. Although she did not believe they would harm her, neither would she like to be on their bad side. The gypsy may act like she took them for granted, but she really did value their friendship.
"Of course," she agreed, then smirked and added. "Your secret is safe with me." It was as good an excuse as any, and it had come close enough to being true to be believed. The boys were not exactly known for their leniency, and few realized exactly how close she really was to them.
Rajani reached over and picked up the doll at last, frowning at it. She still didn't think it could possibly be a good-luck charm.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 8:38 pm
All the same, it might be wise to take the doll with her -- as a way of pacifying the twins. For a moment she'd tread on a thin wire above a chasm, a long drop beneath her, and like any wild beast easing slowly back from the edge, it would do good to pet and soothe and reassure them. Taking the doll would be accepting their gift.
"Oh, Raj," First tells her playfully. "We don't got no secrets!"
"We're just simple boys, whose da were a fisher way off in the country!" Last continues the gambit, his eyes now sparkling with good humor; this is one of their favorite games to play on the unsuspecting. In a way it is true, if one replaces 'fisher' with 'coastal smuggler.'
"Tch," says First, bowing with mocking grace and offering the gypsy his arm. "Anyways, let's have us off to celebrate, you and us and even your great big .. er .. handsome, graceful companion, right?"
"Got some new wine in," Last expounds, bowing in precisely the same way and offering Rajani his arm as an alternative. "We ought to have one last good night before you break the bad news to us about your new employer and we have to stop talking to you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 3:18 pm
Rajani threw her head back and laughed. The idea of them as simple fisherman's sons was absolutely ludicrous. The fact that anyone could fall for such a ruse was beyond ridiculous. But, oh, she knew that there were many fools in this world who had done just that.
Her countenance still alight with mirth, she shook her head at their mischief and tucked the doll away in a pouch. The gypsy sashayed toward them and took both of the proffered arms.
"Yes, let's," she agreed, her spirits much improved from her sleepless night and their previous...discussion. "Before I shall have to become both desolate and offended. What a bother that will be."
Oberon snorted at the attempted compliment and eyed the offending arms, but followed his mistress without attempting to attack either of the twins.
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