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Luceti Appointments Post

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[And now Richard just looks back down at his now-empty glass, expression mostly unreadable except for that same little smile.]

Even a king can't command someone to feel a certain way, nor can he demand forgiveness of someone else, especially where it's not deserved.

Edited 2012-03-11 10:51 (UTC)

... "Not deserved"?

[Sanji was more than prepared to nod and let that go. But what's all this "not deserved" shit he's hearing?]

Sanji.

[There's a different tone to his voice now, stern and commanding, closer to what he uses in an official capacity.]

Don't be angry with him on my behalf. I know quite well what it feels like when trust is broken, and how hard it can be to repair.

[He'd hated Asbel for the very same thing, hadn't he?]

If I get angry at Naoki, it'll be for my own shitty reasons. [Make no mistake of that. Sanji thought he acted like a brat - that Richard was on the receiving end was, and is, more a matter of circumstance]

I don't play favorites.

Please.

[And his voice goes quiet again, softer and with what almost sounds like a plea.]

I don't want to make things worse.

[He'd done a fine enough job of that much himself.]

[... Sigh]

Jeez. [He unceremoniously slams back the rest of his drink, welcoming the burn] I'm not gonna pick a fight with him. [Nevermind Naoki is a strong bastard, according to his memory. But while the chef certainly disagrees with the way their break-up was handled, Naoki just got back -- and really, this isn't any of Sanji's business. It's up to Naoki and Richard to make amends, if they decide to. He can only watch from the sidelines]

He's my friend.

[Richard nods, seemingly relieved by this, though his smile remains as soft as before.]

Forgiveness is something that needs to be earned. The six months I spent back in my world taught me that much.

[He's still working to atone for what he did back there. It will take months, if not years, to pay off Windor's debt entirely, and even then there are likely to be people who will never forgive him for it.]

[Sanji cants his head in Richard's direction, eyebrow shooting up.]

What happened in your world?

[He doesn't know, and therefore doesn't realize the type of question he's asking]

... I tried to destroy it.

[There's no point in lying or covering it up, because it's his fault and it's his responsibility to set things right now.]

[Sanji waits on a hitched breath, hoping for some type of follow-up to that... that confession - something to lessen the blow, or make sense of the words. So it's with dawning horror Sanji realizes Richard isn't kidding]

You're serious.

I am.

[His smile grows thin, pained. It's not something he's proud of at all.]

Does that surprise you?

I don't think we'd be friends if it wasn't a shitty surprise. [Sanji is not accustomed to playing nice with potential genocidal murderers.

... That said, it's not with disgust he regards Richard. Just befuddlement. The king sees the impact of his actions, and regrets his choices; Sanji can tell that much]

Why?

[Richard pauses in his talking to wave down the bartender for another drink... on second thought, make that two drinks. He's not feeling relaxed enough yet, and this is a subject he rarely speaks about as it is.]

Back then... I truly hated the entire world that much.

[He can only guess at what Sanji must be thinking right now, and it's because of this that he doesn't dare turn his head to look at the other man.]

[Such an answer doesn't inspire much confidence in the chef, sad to say. His eyebrows knit and fleetingly, the color of his eyes darken into a stormy blue. The only thing that keeps his temper is even still, he trusts Richard enough to assume there are more underlying factors.

... Even if this doesn't change what he tried to do. After a pause, he offers a noncommittal sound and calls for another shot himself.]

I don't understand. [It isn't a plea for more information, exactly, and hopefully his tone conveys it. It's just the truth. Hating the world is one thing; following through that hate is another]

[Richard downs the first drink and sets the empty glass back down on the bar, silent for a moment as the alcohol from his previous drinks starts to kick in for real, making his head spin just slightly. But it's good now; there's that familiar warm fuzziness creeping up at the back of his mind and he can feel his entire body heating up as the alcohol begins to take effect. Somehow it's a lot easier to have discussions like this with that distraction at work.]

I was twelve years old when my uncle first tried to kill me.

[He still isn't looking at Sanji, afraid to see the look on his face. But now that he's brought this up, he can't turn back without explaining it.]

["First" implies a continuation of attempts, and considering the circumstances, Sanji can't help but shift in place with a narrowed glance. And that it was his own uncle...

He doesn't say anything, save a soft hum. He's not going to prod for more; Richard can take this at his own pace, or not at all]

[And continue Richard will thanks to the effects of the alcohol. Though his tone is matter-of-fact and resigned, there's also a note of bitterness there lurking beneath the surface.]

He desired nothing more than to have the throne for himself. However, my existence meant that he would never inherit it by natural causes, so he resorted to other methods.

... And your parents?

Did they find out about it?

My mother died when I was very young, and my father... he was being slowly poisoned by my uncle under the guise of an illness.

Aah. ["Sorry" doesn't begin to cover it. Sanji opts for silence, looking momentarily pained]

Eventually, when that didn't work... he chose to take a more direct approach.

[He inhales sharply, one hand clenching into a fist.]

He had the Royal Knights who were secretly loyal to him ambush me and my father in the throne room one morning.

... I was the only one who made it out alive.

[Mother passed away. Father murdered. Him in constant danger. Sanji can start to see where the kernels of hatred originated from]

I'm presuming your uncle didn't get away with this. [Sanji fuckin hopes not]

He didn't. I made sure of that much.

[Yet somehow he doesn't seem happy about that either. Repaying death with more death wasn't the right thing to do, no matter how angry he may have been.]

[Sanji would disagree with that, if he could hear Richard's thoughts. But he can't (and this isn't about his views, anyway), so his mind wanders to different issues.]

... It didn't bring you much shitty solace. [A raised brow; he's voicing what he sees, and what he sees his Richard looking far from happy]

[Richard gives a short, sharp, laugh, decidedly bitter this time. The only thing it accomplished was making him feel better for a little while, but once he returned to his senses, he only ended up feeling worse.]

It can't bring my father back, nor undo everything else that happened.

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