The Black Tower – Green’s Gossip : PD

Madame Green had come to snitch, but it was not the best idea to do it in front of a witch.

Artie:

 

A yelp of slight pain and surprise would stir from the femme fatale, the glass shattering as though she’d been gripping it too tightly – but no, it was simply Raul’s way of striking back at her words, through physical means. She grit her teeth and inhaled at the now bleeding cut from the glass along her palm – somewhat surprised. Pain did not often come to her – it was rare that anyone could lay a single finger on her, actually… He would pay for that, Madame knew this much. Oh, simply instilling his mother’s wrath upon him was not enough. Madame intended to pay him back for the slight pain he’d caused her, and she intended it in full. How obnoxious she was, to be wrecking such havock and at the smallest retaliation she took the greatest offense..

“Thank you, Marcus, dear.” The index finger of her left hand would wave over her right palm, where the cut had been.. as she held her glass with her right hand, being a rightie.. A sort of gas-like vapor that was green in color came from her fingertip, the cut itself disappearing within half a minute or so – in this time, she would speak. “He’s been quite bad, Marguerite… The woman he has impregnated is in her twenties.. A thief, rich and an orphan. She has a strong will, however… The child itself, that is a different story.. I would go and sleep, if I were you, by the way. This.. situation.. could take awhile.” Madame would then gaze at Marcus, smiling ever so slightly. “Marcus, feel my hand and make sure it’s healed, please..?” Though she would not just extend her hand to him – she would roll into the male, pressing her back against his chest and holding up her hand, gazing up at him.

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“I do believe I am done drinking, though thank you for pouring me a cup..” While Raul was an insufferable shithead, Marcus.. Well. The two had a fling greater than that of her and Valmont. It was strange, how her “friend” was the brother of someone who hated her. Madame herself could never see marriage in her future, but she could imagine the humor that would be if Raul happened to be her brother-in-law.. Oh, that would be a show! Alas.. She was not focused on that, looking up at the more handsome (in her opinion) brother.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

The Black Castle

 

Marguerite tapped her pointed shoe upon the stone tiled floors as she awaited Madame Green to tell her all about the troubles that Raul had gotten himself into and in particular about this future grandchild to the House of Black. You might wonder why the martriarch would be so annoyed to hear what would otherwise be joyous news, but this was all ill timed. Marguerite had already set about plans to have him marry Lydia, and therefore become a Prince of Hell that way. It was a less messy way of doing things, so to have Raul get some other girl pregnant just wouldn’t do. Course, she did not know about Lydia’s death yet. That was something that Marcus had just found out. He…was busy tending to the Madame since Raul’s stormy exit left the woman with a cut hand from the shattered crystal. Staring at Marcus and Madame Green with blazing eyes of anger, she was treated to a tale that would have her jaw drop.

Apparently, Raul in his stupidity had gotten a simple thief pregnant. A girl with strong will, but no title to be had. In fact there was no speaking of just what nature of girl she was. It was really very little to go on, and Marguerite continued to fume with her mouth now twisting and showing cracks between her lipstick and the edge of her lips.

To make matters worse, Madame Green tried to be dismissive towards the matriarch of the Black household. There was no real explanation as to why the child would be strong from such coupling, and that the story was too long winded to be explained in one sitting.

“MARCUS! YOU WILL GET THIS WOMAN TO EXPLAIN ALL!” Her voice now raised as crackles of energy reared from her form. Leaving Madame’s side for a moment, the cheeky younger brother sidled up to his Mother and then patted her hand like she was an old lady.

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“There there Mother. You are putting yourself into a tizz. Your dreams of Raul marrying Lydia have turned to crud, since the Princess of Greed has passed on.” He stared at her with a look of compassion and something of a pout. “I know you were hoping for some big….fat wedding, but its not to be. Raul, for all his boyish charm seems to make a mess of things. He couldn’t even stop the death of Lydia. He must have impregnated the girl out of grief.” What a bunch of bullshit, but he was good at winding Mummy around his finger when it suited him. He was always attentive, unlike Raul who couldn’t be far enough away.

“Why don’t you go and consult your bones and those hairy backed witches to see more about this child. I’ll keep Madame company.” Marcus kept patting his mother’s hand and cooing at her till she relented. She shot one last glance at Madame before turning on her heel and marching out of the room. So much to take in and now a new threat. A child of Black, if a son…..would be the next heir to the family fortune and estate.

With his mother gone, Marcus strolled happily back up to the Madame’s side.

“Now…where were we?” He wrapped his arms around the wicked Madame Green and whispered in her ear. “Do tell me that it was me you came to see, and not here only to set the cat among the pigeons with Mother, or cause more grief for my pathetic excuse of a brother, hmm?”

~RB~

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