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Are we truly on the moon?

[ She sounds curious, curious enough to ask again but this time to the network now that she's been given proper instruction on how to work it and the device given to her. Lucrezia's already asked both her mother and her brother, but asking network-wide means making friends. ]

Has it always been this bleak? We see it high up in the sky, unable to ever touch it. It shines down light should we happen to lose our way—and this is how it really is? What a lonely place to be.

And space—God’s light must not reach far.

[ It doesn’t make sense. It shouldn’t be possible. Yet here they all are. And she'll put behind her the chaotic welcome she had been greeted with, monsters and carnage, death littering the corridors a week ago. ]

I cannot help but think that space is a far darker world than that of Rome.

[ But how could such a thing even be possible? ]

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[ They can both imagine her tweaking his chin. It would be for the best. He was occupied with a book before, but not anymore. ]

One does not make many. The Transports should be grateful.

You're as ruthless in a skirt, Cesare, as you are in the pants you wear now.

[ the look she gives him says lets be real. ]

But still less asinine than the other old men in red skirts, I should hope.

Your time will come, surely.

[ He chuckles. ]

My sister. The sharpest tongue with the sweetest smiles.

[ Said sweet smile is given in his direction, only there is no sharp tongue to follow this time as she holds out a hand to him. ]

You know I love you so, brother.

[ His smile is sweet only in her presence, and he takes her hand, ever obliging. ]

Dare I even question it?

[ Her tablet rests in her lap as she brings his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles. ]

Some days I fear you might.

[ Some days he fears she might find another she loves more than him, but the idea of her not loving him is impossible. Like worrying that one day the sea will go dry. It makes no sense. ]

Perhaps I worry my charms diminish without my red skirts.

Your charms lie not within them.

[ Her other hand then lifts higher to twine one of his dark curls around her finger. ]

They lie elsewhere.

[ He doesn't need the reassurance, but it's nice regardless. ]

Where, sis?

Within my reach.

[ She keeps twining that strand of hair. ]

[ He chuckles at that, leaning in to rest a kiss on her forehead. His clever little sister. ]

I promised you gowns --as I promised our mother lakes, for that matter.

[ She smiles up at him, hair and hand released, perking at the mention of gowns. ]

And were you favored with luck in your search for lakes and gowns, brother?

I did find lakes. [ For the record. ] But not the antidote for their poison.

[ Not quite understanding what he means, Lucrezia sits in silence for a moment while letting her gaze sweep along the features she's known since she could remember. She ponders on his words. ]

Then perhaps you should have searched beyond.

[ The poison her mind thinks to, there is no antidote. At least she would see to it herself that none existed. ]

We were not always on the moon, sis. Though that land was hardly less dismal.

[ He goes to take a seat by her, leaning close. Always too close. ]

I hazard the United Earth has clean lakes. And beautiful gowns.

So I have heard.

[ And she's heard the rumors, the stories. How things had come to be. Lucrezia watches him even as he sits himself close, her gaze never leaves his face. For his visage is a visage she loves to look upon, openly admire when they're alone.

Without thinking she reaches her hand to gently drag her short nails over the dark stubble at his jaw, a corner of her lips lifting at the sound it makes, coarse and scratchy against her finger tips. ]

Do you believe we'll ever walk its land again, Cesare?

[ He takes the time then to search her face. She seems older to him somehow, paler and duller than he remembered, though still more beautiful than his puny mind can imagine in his dreams. He tries to find the meaning of it between her words but sometimes he thinks she's more cunning than himself. ]

That depends. Do you wish to?

[ She's only been in the room she shares with her mother and brother for at most a week and already Lucrezia wishes for nothing more than to-- ]

I long to breathe again, brother.

[ Cesare's been here much longer from what he's told her, and while her time on the moon has been shorter she's more than ready now to be free of the cage that holds them there. ]

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[ Cesare reaches to cup her face, concern crossing his face briefly (because he would allow himself just that, when in her presence). ]

I thought the same before you arrived.

How is it that you breathe even now? Our lips have yet to touch, Cesare. I have been unable to breathe life back into you.

[Lucrezia is pretty sure you can't just put life back into someone by mere eye contact alone.

Still, she doesn't wait for him to answer her, leaning her face forward to press a chaste but lingering kiss to his upper lip. Her lower lip parts; she blows a breath of air gently, and then leans back an inch, eyes lifting to catch his.

Did that work?]

[ Only his father can be equally cruel when he taunts him with the promise of temporal wealth and power yet denies his every attempt to grasp them only to shower Juan with everything without question. But even that doesn't compare with this, this, the one thing he knows will fulfill him, make him stop striving for the impossible.

For this is the impossible.

His hand instinctively goes to her neck, thumb at her throat, though he doesn't know whether to pull her closer or push her away. He knows what he wants, and what he should want, nearly biting down on her lips before she pulls back at just the right time. He must seem like a prey meeting his predator's eyes now, stunned out of his wits, and all he can think about is he must say something. Say something. ]

Now I cannot breathe.

[ He might've been able to feel the way her pulse had jumped beneath his hand, the faint scrape of his teeth against her bottom lip catching her off guard. The look of surprise in her expression is fleeting as she meets his gaze.

Lucrezia wasn't sure what to think of the silence that had followed, or of the look her dear brother had worn. All she hears is that she had failed. Lucrezia Borgia never fails, if she does then she redoubles her efforts, which is what she does. She leans forward again head angling just slightly as her lips press entirely over his, her hands lifted to take him by the jaw, thumbs pressing lightly into his chin to try and ease it down so that she may once more breathe a puff of air forward.

And now? she wonders, lashes lowering to her cheeks. ]

[ It really is too easy for her to draw him in, take his breath away and make him believe that if there exists any truth in this world, it would be this. There must be some grand cosmic joke in this. God must be laughing his ass off at his clever trick, the cruelest of all. It's only when she ends the kiss with a breath that he can remember to think and remember that this is wrong regardless of how it feels. He can't ask this of her. ]

Lucrezia-- [ Her name is always a prayer on his lips. It takes all his willpower to take a few steps back, wrest himself out of her hands while taking a few deep breaths to clear his mind. ]

You must be tired, sis. I will leave you to your rest.

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