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algernon mercer || 25/25 || hmm hmmm

Thoughts of letting Adoelle sacrifice herself or possibly throwing Sunny to the wolves fled his mind very suddenly for the idea of instead having it be the cold, cruel Melany. One of the patrons, cruelly manipulating their friends, and the usurper of the Sorrowful One's court.

"Even if she was unmasked, wouldn't your council-" His hand waved around, "still have to choose her? Could she be the tithe? " Would they do such a thing?

How casually he had come to talk about what would very definitely be death for someone.

algernon mercer || 25/25 || so puzzled

Alg rubbed his chin in thought, still furrowed deeply and a bit frustrated.

"Adoelle thinks the cage needs to fall, to defeat the enemy," And thus was volunteering herself. He'd begun to think the same thing, that freeing it was the key to killing it. Which of course led to idea that Sunny should die, being a piece of the Enemy as they had discovered. "And Sunny. This is a good chance for us destroy a piece.."

But to his core, he couldn't approve of the abduction and replacement of so many of their own people. Melany was cruel.

"Everyone has given rave reviews of your parties," Alg sighed, giving the silent woman a smile, "But they are a bit dramatic for me."

He was sure she wouldn't be giving him any cut and dry answers, sure that there perhaps weren't any, but opinions weren't facts and as he'd learned from Heliodora and Mina- things were always a matter of perspective.

"What's your ideal outcome?" All he wanted was an opinion, "Possible or not."

algernon mercer || 25/25 || still confused

Alg accepted the notebook back, everything she'd said carefully logged within (he'd probably have to note down his questions so they didn't seem random). He paused before tucking it into his jacket once again.

"Ah-" His hand reached idly, to hopefully prevent her from slipping away, "You never told me your actual name. The Sorrowful One is a bit of a mouthful." The notebook was offered back.

algernon mercer || 25/25 || le gasp

The name scrawled out lodged something in his throat and chest, something tight and anxious. It only caused a million more questions but he remembered how he'd seen her when she'd given him the book. Her accent, her oxfords, the horn rimmed glasses and slightly curled brown hair. She'd had such a familiar smile...

Mina looked down at her veil, clearly finished with giving him information, but he felt that need again to reach for her. To say or do anything solid. He'd told her he wouldn't forget her and she'd said they may not meet again. But here they were.

Alg stepped to her one more time, not expecting her to respond, and swallowed tightly. She'd told him he never liked Mina as a nickname..

Algernon leaned forward, curled his fingers around her elbow and very politely pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I think Mina's just a fine nickname. It's grown on me." He whispered and smiled and finally backed away. "I'll leave you be."

And he did.