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  1. [1837/1838][EN] How long before we used to be

    Siblings. Oh, Esmé had siblings alright. She had three brothers who wanted her dead. Nice, happy family they were. “Yes”, she answered her friend. “I have three older brothers, so that would make me the youngest”. And the only girl. It hadn’t been a fun family life and she wasn’t really willing to talk about it. “But they live in Spain, so I never see them”. Because if she did see them, at least one of them would die. Her brothers were just as skilled as she was, maybe even better. Not that Lissa would ever know about it. Eric did, but he had to know. It was how it had all started and why he had offered her a safehouse to live. Let’s just say that Esmé would have been better off if she had been an only child. The Spanish woman was happy with the change of subject, though she immediately regretted offering some help. “A walk?”. Babies did not walk. She could take the dogs for a walk, but she could hardly put the babies on a leash and drag them through the park. “Eh.. Well..”. She thought quickly. She was not going to walk with the babies alone. “I could pick up the dogs later today? Then you could bring the children. The weather is nice enough to go for a walk in the park”. And then she would have Lissa with her to deal with babies. And Lissa might like it to see her dogs again. “So, how is Eric enjoying his new role as father?”, she smirked. Somehow she found it very difficult to picture him as a father figure. Oh, he would protect them with his life, because they were family. They were his heirs. Family and their name meant everything to Eric, being a Silvershore. But seeing him as loving father, playing with his twins, reading them bedtime stories? Esmé chuckled softly at the image in her mind. She would pay good money to see that.
  2. [1837/1838][EN] How long before we used to be

    Truth be told, I have no idea as well why Esmé was best friends with Lissa. The only thing the two women had in common was their love for pets, especially dogs. Esmé’s house had turned into a zoo after Eric had forced his wife to get rid of the dogs. She liked the company though. She loved the animals with all her heart. She kept Lissa up to date every now and then how the pets were doing. Other than that, they didn’t have anything gin common. Esmé had only used Lissa to get close to the Silvershores, because she was interested in them. Lissa, being al vein and brainless, was easy to approach. Long story short; Esmé had become friends with Eric, but still pretended to dislike him in front of his wife, since Lissa wasn’t very fond of him either. The amount of complaining that woman had done in the past was remarkable. Now Lissa had two baby’s and Esmé could no longer avoid a meeting. It wasn’t that she hated children, she just had no experience with them whatsoever. She had always refused to harm children in any shape or form and had always kept her distance. Children were innocent, they did not deserve to be tortured or murdered. However, because of the lack of experience, the Spanish woman had no clue how to deal with them. Especially with baby’s. They didn’t do anything but sleep and cry. What was their use? Esmé had started to take a liking towards Lissa through the years, but that did not mean she wanted to handle her children. That’s why she hoped the children would be fast asleep. Of course, with all the luck in the world, the children were anything but asleep. They weren’t crying, it was more like talking in their baby language. It did sound rather cute, better than the crying. Esmé walked towards the cribs and looked inside of them. “Well… they seem to have fun with each other”, Esmé said lightly. She thought. Could babies have fun? “I do not envy you. I am sure you are a great mother”, she smiled. “But I would have no idea what to do with…them”. It, the things, whatever. They were tiny little creatures and rather useless at this stage of life. The woman left the cribs and the cooing behind and gladly accepted Lissa’s offer for tea. “Yes, please. Anything I can help you with?”. As long as it was not babysitting, or anything that involved the babies, Esmé would gladly help her friend with anything.
  3. Her first thought was to decline the offer. Esmé knew Matthew wasn't who he said he was, but so far she hadn't been able to find out his real name. She had considered asking for Isaac's help or Eric's, but she'd rather not burden them with it until she knew more. Every time she met the Spanish man, she found out a bit more. Their relationship was awkward, hostile, at first. Nowadays she still wasn't really fond of him. Or maybe she was. She did not know what to think of this all. He could be so charming and pleasant to be around. The woman thought they could actually be friends, if there weren't so many lies between them. He wasn't honest, but neither was she. There was this strange tension between them, as if a bomb could explode any minute now. It was exciting, an adventure, but oh so dangerous. Eventually, the brunette decided to bite. she would visit Matthew and see what she could find out this time. It was a game she could not resist and she caught herself she was actually looking forward to meeting him. This game they played made her life a bit less boring. She still had to be careful, of course, which is why she hadn't invited him at her home. It was still a safe house, her home, her safe haven. His house, however, would do perfectly. She could leave if she felt any danger coming towards her. Though, somehow, she wondered sometimes if she was truly in danger. They knew each other for over a year now. If he truly wanted something from her, wouldn't he have made a move by now? If he was send by her family, then they wouldn't have waited this long. But then again, why was he hiding things? At the door, she felt the familiar chill of excitement. Her stomach felt like it had butterflies in it. Not because she loved to see him, but because she loved the game they played. Who would break first? Well, it wouldn't be her. Esmé greeted Matthew when he opened the door, smiled charmingly and sat down on the couch. She made herself feel comfortable, though never letting her guard down. She couldn't completely hide the suspicion in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Whenever she met him, she always wondered what he wanted. Their first meeting wasn't a coincidence and neither were the ones that had followed. Everything as planned, either by him or by her. Which is why she was really surprised when he spoke to her in Spanish, apologized and simply stated he shouldn't have invited her. Esmé raised an eyebrow. "Well... I don't think I've never felt so welcome all my life", she mentioned with a bit of sarcasm. "You could have changed your mind a bit earlier, you know. Would have saved me all the travelling". She shrugged. "And why is this sudden change of mind?". She grinned. "Don't tell me you have something to.. esconder". Of course he had, he always had something to hide. "Now that I am here, you might as well offer me a drink. You look like shit, by the way, so might as well make it a strong one. It seems like you need it". She looked at him, wondering why he looked so different. His appearance hadn't changed, but something was off with his behavior. "And then you can tell me what is bothering you. "Qué hay sobre eso?". OOC: Esconder = Hide (Spanish) "Qué hay sobre eso?" = How about that? (Spanish)
  4. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    A night to remember. It most certainly would be. Esmé could not remember when she had felt so relaxed, had so much fun or even celebrated the new year. She felt happy and content and wished she could hold on to that feeling for a long time. But even now she knew she could not let her guard down, not completely. She had t go home at one point and then she had to be alert again. Looking over her shoulders, as she had to do every day. But for now she would just enjoy this evening and Isaacs company. "Well, we would both be alone and bored, probably". The brunette shrugged. "And we would have missed the fireworks". She held on to Isaac once again when he started to move the broom. Though she still felt a bit unstable, she got the hang of it now. Cold as it was, she still enjoyed the ride back to his house. When they arrived she had to restrain herself from sprinting into his house and to the fireplace. Instead, she managed to keep an even pace. She kept his cloak on a bit longer, warming her hands in front of the fire as soon as they had entered the house. "I'm afraid I will never get used to the cold", she admitted with a small smile. "That's the one thing I miss about Spain; the warm weather". When her hands didn't feel frozen anymore, she shrugged of the cloak and placed it in front of the fire to dry it a bit. Up in the air it had been icy and some of that ice clung to the cloak. The woman chuckled. "I would really love that, yes", she admitted. "although I doubt the experience would be any better than tonight. It had something magical, so close to the fireworks". She turned to him, warming her back a bit. "And yes, less drunk would be better". She giggled, her cheeks a bit colored because of the cold, heat and the alcohol. "But that's an idea for later. How about another drink?". She loosened her hair, trying to get rid of the knots in it after their flight. "I believe that bottle was not empty". Not by a long shot and as far as she was concerned, the night was still young. The new year had only just begun. She walked towards him with a smile. "So, when do you have time for the first lesson? Anything I should know up front?".
  5. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    Isaac seemed as intrigued by the lights as she was. She smiled at him, utterly happy for this experience. All her worries seemed t have flown away with the icy wind, blasted to pieces by the fireworks. The worries would return, she knew, because they always did. However, she thought she was allowed to enjoy the peace for a while, no matter how long it would last. It seemed she had Isaac to thank for this moment. A toast in the sky. Carefully, Esmé took over the bottle from him while she balanced herself on the broom. She let go of him, opening the bottle, while trying to sit steadily on the broom. Falling down now would not be a great start of the new year. She looked a bit smug when she managed to open the bottle with a pop and had been able to not slip off. After this small victory Esmé looked at Isaac, thinking of a proper toast. "Well then... Here is to a happy new year to the lost and forgotten, I suppose?", she grinned. She lifted the bottle a bit and then took a big sip from it before she handed it back to Isaac. "Thank you...", she added softly. "For tonight". Even with the liquor warming her, she still shivered. "I can see why you like flying so much. And with the fireworks it makes it even better". Another shiver. "But I really crave the warm house now", she chuckled. "Or I will not be able to defreeze myself before Spring has arrived".
  6. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    A part of her regretted urging him to go faster. Her stomach seemed to twist and turn inside of her and Esmé wasn't sure if she liked the feeling. But the freedom, the safety.. Yes, safety. up in the air she was more safe than on the ground, she was sure of it. So far Isaac hadn't dropped her and his body language did not seem to incline he was about to throw her off after all. She closed her eyes, feeling the cold wind on her face, messing up her hair. She enjoyed the ride, the freedom, the silence. Until the clock struck midnight. Esmé opened her eyes at the same moment fireworks lit up the sky. She had survived another year and this time she did not enter the new year alone. Isaac stopped the broom, holding it steady, but she couldn't avoid bumping into him a bit. She grabbed his shirt a bit tighter, before she felt steady enough to look at the fireworks again. Up in the sky it seemed even more beautiful, a beautiful war of lights. She tore her eyes from the fireworks and looked at him with a happy smile. "Happy new year to you too", she replied loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the fireworks. She chuckled. "I thought you brought a bottle with you", she hinted, while his face kept lighting u in different colors. She couldn't help, but stare at his face a bit longer than usual, intrigued by the lights. "You want to toast on the new year while we are up in the air? Or do you want to return to your house so we can warm a bit?". She laughed. "If we can get ourselves to unfreeze from this broom".
  7. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    Dear Lord, what madness had gone into her? Esmé wrapped herself into the cloak, hoping she'd downed enough alcohol to survive the cold. She smirked at his comment about killing him after she might have fallen into pieces, but did not respond to that. She truly trusted him already, it seemed. Especially, since she would jump on a broom and fly. Fast and high, in the dark, half drunk. She couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her. She was nervous, but also excited. And scared, but she would rather die than to show fear to anyone. Carefully, she listen to his instructions. She watched the way he stepped on the broom and try to copy his movements with as much grace as possible. Which didn't go completely flawless, since she was rather tipsy and wearing a dress. She placed herself behind him, slowly wrapping her arms around him to steady herself. She hadn't been this close to a man (or woman) since her lover had died. Of course, this was nothing romantic, she reminded herself. This was necessary to not fall to her death. "Ready as I'll ever be", she muttered after taking a deep breath. Before she knew it, her feet were no longer on the ground and butterflies filled her stomach. Esmé closed her eyes, pressing herself against Isaac as much as possible to prevent from falling off. She wasn't very comfortable, had the feeling she would slip off the broom any second now. She felt the cold through her clothes, even though she was wrapped in an extra cloak. Isaac did take it slow though, which she could really appreciate. He said something about seeing fireworks from the sky. That sounded really great. If she ever dared to open her eyes. "I'm.. Okay". She thought. Slowly, carefully, she opened one eye to see how far up in the sky they were. The Spanish woman hadn't known what to expect, but it was something she had never imagined. The sky wasn't clear and it was cold, but the view was something else entirely. She opened both her eyes now, taking in the few. She even dared to move a bit so she could look the other way as well. She could see exactly which house had people in it, because of the lights. It was a remarkable view, to be honest. "Oh my...". She let out a nervous laugh. She kept hold of Isaac, but did manage to lean just a tiny bit back to take in the view a bit more. "This is... It's beautiful", she gasped. Esmé smiled, laughed even. Truly loved. "No wonder you love to fly", she said to him. "So where is the fireworks going to be? I would love to see it!". And for once she could totally focus on the view without looking over her shoulder. In the sky, no one would hunt her down. In the sky she was safe and she could let go of her guard. One night, she allowed herself. One night of feeling completely safe, completely relaxed, besides having to watch out she did not slip from the broom. "Go a bit faster", she encouraged him with a grin.
  8. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    Esmé shook her head. "Never", she repeated. The only flying she had ever done, was flying backwards because a spell had hit her. Very unpleasant and painful, by the way. Thankfully, that had not happened very often. She had no idea what it was like to fly on a broom, since she was so used to Apparate. Quidditch wasn't something she had ever played and well, she just never had any use for a broom. Apparently, Isaac at least wanted to fic her lack of flying skills. The woman raised her eyebrows, wondering what he was up to when he left the room for a moment. He wasn't serious, right? It wasn't like he could teach her to fly inside the house and outside it was very, very cold. He was serious. Isaac returned with e broom that looked as if he had just gotten it from the store. "The Baron?", she mused, though she felt a few butterflies in her stomach. Nerves, mostly. "When I said 'new beginnings', I did not mean flying in the dark for the first time with the possibility of freezing to death in the air", she said, sarcasm through her voice. But Esmé wasn't a person to back out. She was nervous, yes, but also curious. And Isaac would be with her. "So... I have to trust on you, not letting me fall from the sky?". He wouldn't, probably. Hopefully. By the way, it was an excellent way to get rid of someone. She should remember that. If she was able to get her brother with her in the sky and dump him in the middle of the ocean, it would solve one problem! The Spanish woman looked from Isaac to the broom and back, hesitant. "I don't know...". Isaac might not offer it again, so when would she get the chance to fly otherwise? "Are you sure you can fly that thing while you had a lot of liquor already?". She felt lightheaded and a bit tipsy herself. Okay, maybe more than 'a bit'. The brunette sighed, finally deciding to just do something crazy like flying with Isaac. "Fine. Why not?". She smiled, still a bit nervous. "But if you drop me, I'll kill you and steal your booze". Teasing him helped a bit with the nerves, to be fair. She looked at the broom again. "So how are we going to do this? You'll have to show me".
  9. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    Esmé couldn't help it, but she blushed a bit. Only one other person had ever said that he wouldn't let her go, though the meaning of those words had been different. But that person had died a gruesome death, which had been leading to this present day, where she had to hide from her family. No one else had ever been this protective over her. Oh, her family had been protective, but not because of her. They'd had to protect her to protect their secrets. They never protected her because they cared. Her father would have never let her go either, he would have preferred to kill her instead. The woman stared at Isaac in silence, searching for the real meaning of his words. He was nice to her and she truly appreciated his confidence in her, but surely he would mostly wanted to protect his secrets as well. This was some sort of strange friendship, maybe, but in the end he would want her to keep quiet about his business and his secret. It was strangely comforting, knowing she'd had a pack of werewolves to protect her, but it was also awkward. She had always been on her own until she fled to this cold country. She'd started to learn how to count on other people, people like Eric and Isaac, but it was difficult. Old habits die hard. "Thank you", she managed to say, hiding her emotions as much as possible. She didn't succeed completely, since her voice had been a bit hoarse. "I truly appreciate that". Because, in the end, she might need the pack. Reading wasn't exactly solitary for her. Sure, she was alone and had no social contact during reading, but the stories would take her to a world far away from here. It was her way of experiencing freedom for a while. She would fantasize about the characters, about the universe of the book, wondering how the story would end. She would see the story come to life in her mind, before she had to step out of that dream world to go back to business. It was freedom and happiness for a short while. It kept her sane. However, she did not say all those things to Isaac, preferring to keep it to herself. She'd already opened up more than enough to him and this was supposed to be a time to celebrate. Her eyes lit up a bit when he mentioned a library. More freedom, more stories, more happiness. "I'd love that", she admitted with a smile. "If I ever get to live freely, without looking over my shoulder, I would want a house with its own library", she sighed. Her own private library. It was the only thing, she would want for now. Well, you know, besides the murderous family members gone. The Spanish woman raised an eyebrow, wondering what hobby Isaac would have that was so hilarious. Yes she smiled when he mentioned flying, though it wasn't a smile to mock him. "I can understand that", she said. Flying was freedom for him, like books and stories were for her. "I don't think I ever went flying". She frowned, trying to remember something, but apparently there were no memories about a broom and flying through the air. "At least not that I can remember". She took a sip from her glass. "Why'd you think I would laugh at you?", she wondered out loud. There was nothing wrong with a hobby like that. The woman glanced at the clock and chuckled. "We need to fill our glasses. It's almost midnight". Almost the new year and hopefully a new beginning. "So.. We're going to count down together?". And then what English people did? They were very anti-physical contact for some reason, so she did not think the English would hug each other, like she used to do in her own country. It was the one time her mother would hug her and her brothers. "And then what? We drain our glasses immediately so we get drunk?", she teased.
  10. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    Something stronger did sound quite good for the moment. When she first lost her lover, she had focused on getting out of Spain/ Once she was settled in England she had started drinking. A lot. But after a confrontation with Eric she had realized that might help her lose her life as well. She still did drink, obviously, but not as much. After tonight, however, she wouldn’t mind getting totally hammered. It wouldn’t be for a few days before she would go back to work, so she had plenty of time to recover from it. Besides, this was how people celebrated the new year, right? “Neither do I”, Esmé admitted. She had never liked talking about her father, but at least hers was truly dead. She closed her eyes at Isaac’s words, not totally agreeing with him. She could understand her brothers holding a grudge against her; She had killed her father. She had held a grudge against him, because he had killed her lover. It was a never-ending circle, difficult to escape. Truth be told, she did not think she could have just let it go. She was sure she would feel the need to make her father pay, no matter what. Now that he was dead, she had realized it didn’t do a lot to lighten her grief, but she could not deny it did feel good to know that he had paid for it. “Knowing my family, I doubt they will let this go. They will take their time if they have to, but they will not let this go”. Which meant she wouldn’t be safe for a while longer, until they made their move and she could get rid of them. Esmé smiled wanly, trying to shake away the uncomfortable feeling. A lighter subject was more than welcome, until Isaac asked her what her hobbies were and what she liked to do for fun. Fun… “I like to read”, she said slowly. “And..eh..”. Well, that was about it. “I never got the chance to have a lot of hobbies, to be honest. And with the things that are going on I mostly only go out when I have to”. She bit her lip. “What do you like to do that you really enjoy? Maybe you have some suggestions for me?”.
  11. [1836/1837][EN]Freaks are good business

    Esmé raised her eyebrows, not at all impressed by the sarcasm of the woman. “special enough for now”, she replied. “But you can’t blame me for checking the goods before I decide to buy it. As a saleswoman I’m sure you’ll understand”. And yes, she figured people who bought..other people with special features.. would have been disappointed with the fact the antlers didn’t do a special act on their own, either. She ignored the rest of the sarcastic comment. It was not like she was really going to find an act for this boy. She would get him out. Esmé just had to figure out how to get Isaac’s moonstone to the girl in the next cell. She would have preferred to take Merry with her as well, but she still had to be careful. She could not make Bobbie suspicious, especially not now that she seemed a bit..annoyed. The Spanish woman did not believe in God, but right now she thanked him for this ‘situation’. “I want to stay here and inspect this thing a bit more. When you’re back I’m sure I’ll know if I want to buy it or not”. She watched Bobbie go, focusing on the boy with the antlers once again. “So, you had those since you were a baby? Fascinating”. She kept the act up for a few more minutes, putting her hand in her pocket, pretending to check the boy out some more. When she was completely sure Bobbie had disappeared and there was no one around, Esmé pulled out the moonstone. She eyed the boy, her wand in her other hand. “Don’t do anything stupid, because believe it or not, but I’m your best chance at this very moment”. She walked as closely to the other cage as she could. “Merry?”, she whispered. “Look”. She showed the girl the moonstone, the message from Isaac. She smiled sadly at the girl. “Soon”, she muttered. Soon she would be out of here. But first she had to make sure Esmé would not get caught. The woman slipped the moonstone back into her pocket. She did not dare to hand the stone over to the girl. If Bobbie found the stone, she might know what it would mean and move Merry away. But for now, Esmé had done her job. She knew where Merry was, she had shown her the message and with a little luck she could take this boy with her so he could provide them with more details. Isaac could be satisfied with the progress they had made. She looked at the boy. “What’s your name?”, she asked, not explaining anything she had just done. Not here, not now. She couldn’t take the risk that Bobbie would catch them. She glanced at the door to see if Bobbie returned. When she finally did, Esmé smiled. “I’ll buy him. Can I take him with me today? I’d like to start his training immediately”.
  12. [1836/1837][EN]Freaks are good business

    It was a little victory she got to see the boy up close. Now she could see how much trouble Bobbie had to go through to open the door. In her mind, Esmé made a note of that. If Isaac wanted to break Merry out he’d have to know about this. “I will”, Esmé nodded when Bobbie told her to be careful. She too realized the antlers could injure her if he attacked. After all, the boy did not know she was not his enemy. As far as he was concerned she was just someone who wanted to buy him. For him that must feel terrible, not knowing where he might end up. For now, she could do nothing to assure him she wouldn’t harm him. It was better that way. “So, no special tricks with those antlers?”. She made sure she sounded a bit disappointed. “On the other hand, I have a trainer who loves a challenge. I’m sure he would be able to make him do something for the audience”. Esmé laughed, shaking her head. “If you removed all the special things of those creatures you would be out of business”. Oh, how much she liked this woman, how good Bobbie was for her business. Blablabla. It was disgusting, seeing this boy locked up in a cell as if he was a criminal. Who knew what Bobbie had done to him. And Merry. Merry was so close and yet so far away. It was very tempting to knock Bobbie out, break Merry out and get it over with. She just did not dare to take the risk yet. Certainly not when she was alone. Once she had informed Isaac, she would have a pack of werewolves at her disposal to help her with this. She wasn’t a pyromaniac, but it was very tempting to blow this place up. The Spanish woman stepped inside the cell, gesturing for the boy to come a bit close. “Turn around”, she ordered him, as if she checked him out. She glanced at Bobbie. “He seems to be in a good condition”, she said approvingly. She carefully touched the antlers as if to inspect them as well. “Tell me, do those things have any specific skills? Some great magic?”, she asked the boy. “How did you get them anyway?”.
  13. [1836/1837][EN]Happy New Year to the Lost and Forgotten

    Maybe it made Esmé naive, but she did consider Isaac human. But then again, she had never see Isaac truly Change and therefore had a hard time imagining him as a wild animal. She nodded that she understood. In Spain it wasn't any different with werewolves or other creatures. They were different, not completely human so why not treat them like the animals they were? For someone who was trained by her father, Esmé did have a strong own opinion. Her father always sat in his office, surrounded by guards, safe from anyone that had wanted to hurt him. She had been the one out in the field, interacting with people, getting to know them. She had seen the human side of every person. Although she did have to admit she did not have a lot of experience with encountering....creatures. So in this case her experience wasn't that trustworthy. Ah, it seemed like Isaac and her had something else in common; Eric. Not as someone who had introduced them to each other, but as a friend. For someone being a talented killer, Eric was rather a good friend. "Yes, but Eric will do as he pleases", Esmé said with a bit of amusement in her voice. "He did not have to take me in, but he did. Which probably saved my life to begin with". She looked at the ceiling for no reason. "I owe him a great deal". And still she felt like she would never be able to repay them. Eric never asked for anything or had told her to pay him back, but it was a matter of feelings here. She felt like she owed him and so she felt she had to repay him. Not with money, but with other things. Ending his wife's blackmail had been the first step. The emotions inside her were raging, while she kept a straight face as much as possible. She never had been fully able to hide the pain when she talked about her lover, but she never allowed herself to show others the true intensity of her grief. She glanced at Isaac's hand on her arm, secretly surprised by the gesture. It was a sign of comfort, maybe even a bit of friendship. It was a gesture that seemed foreign to her and yet it made her smile just a tiny bit. "I know", she sighed. "Ed had a way to get under my skin. It wasn't easy to resist the feelings. And I know it was only a matter of time before my father would have found out about it". She bit her lip softly. "I just hoped we would be out of his reach before he did... I was willing to leave everything behind". And she had done exactly that, though not in the same manner as it was intended. She wouldn't have mind living in England if d had been able to come with her. It would have made it all the more bearable. "Wise words for someone who considers himself a monster at times". Because Esmé hadn't been thát naive. It was the way he talked about himself, she figured he did not consider himself human at times. "Which I disagree with, by the way", she said, shrugging. Did she regret killing her father? It was the one question she knew how to answer without hesitation. "No, not a single second", she said firmly. "I would do it again if I had to. I never felt any love for my father and he never loved us. We were just his tools to get what he wanted. When he started to lose his mind, he became a danger to everyone, including himself. He would have destroyed everything and everyone just because he was paranoid". She thought of Eddie, when she had found his tortured and mangled body. "My only regret I did not kill him sooner. It would have saved a lot of people a lot of misery". Including her own. However, there was nothing she could do to change that. "I know my brothers did not love him either, but they respected him. They respected his power. They are just as ambitious as he was. It's only a matter of time before they make a move". They already had, but in her opinion it was a weak move. She had disabled that move, but after that...nothing. Not a single sign of her brothers or what they would do next. It was almost as if they wanted her to relax and let her guard down, which only made her more on edge in return. She held out her glass. "I think I need a refill. This conversation is starting to make me feel depressed". It was a weak attempt to try and lighten the mood a bit. "Unless you want to play a game of 'My father is worse than yours and this is the reason why'?". She was joking, sort of, but on the other hand... It wasn't like they had anything better to do.
  14. [1836/1837][EN]You, sir, are about to be truthserummed

    He was trained well. Of course she had suspected that, because if her brothers had send him than they would only send the best. Though he couldn't fully lie, he did managed to talk around the full truth. It frustrated her, of course, but she wasn't about to give up. His friendly demeanor changed too when she threatened him. It showed a small part of who he really was. That's when Esmé knew for sure she had been right to be suspicious all along. And that's when she dropped the act of lonely housewife and married woman at all. There was no need for that, because he had known all along who she was. "I must say I'm impressed", she said, a calm washing over her now that she could drop her fake character. "If you can resist the serum so much it means you're good. I can't deny I have respect for that". But it also made him even more dangerous to her. She laughed when he said he did not take kindly to threats. "Neither do I", she said with amusement. A cold expression crossed her face. "But it seems to me you are the threat". She did not believe no one send him. She did not believe in coincidence, not this kind. He was Spanish, he happened to spill coffee on her blouse and he had been too interested in her life. Besides all that he was pretty good when it came to resisting truth serum. A normal person wouldn't be able to do that, unless he was trained to do so. And he pointed his wand at her as well. Esmé raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going anywhere", she stated simply. "Not until I know what you're after. Which one of my brothers told you to look for me here? Was it Daigo?". As the eldest son he most likely had taken over their father's crumbling business. "Or was it Mario?". Then there was Sergio as well, but... He was closest to her age, the one she bonded with the most. Not that they were thát close, but she kept wondering if he would truly support his older brothers in assassinating their little sister. On the other hand he was just as ruthless as the rest. He too was trained by their father. Esmé did not lower her wand, especially not now that the man in front of her pointed his towards her as well. "It seems like we've reached an impasse, don't you think?". She thought for a moment and smiled. "Why don't you just tell my why my brothers picked you? Did they promise you the world? A high position within their business? Money?". She glanced round the room quickly. Either he had been rich himself and was able to effort a place like this or her brothers had paid for it. "Or do they have some hold over you? Knowing my family they would love to use leverage against you". Her smile faded away. It was possible he was forced to be here, forced to go after her. She knew how her brothers worked. She knew what they were capable of. "Why don't we put away our wands and have a talk, shall we?". She raised her arms as if she surrendered, but kept a firm grip on her wand. At least until he lowered his. "Although I do wonder what they told you I did to them, I'm more curious about what kind of leverage they have to use against you. Care to tell me about that?".
  15. [1835/1836][EN]Do you like to play cat and mouse?

    Esmé laughed. "No, I don't mind you asking". But it was rather curious of him to ask at all. Why would he want to hear about her meeting her husband? What was in it for him? The woman smiled. "Well, as you know I'm from Mexico, right?". Because she had told him that during their first meeting. "One day I was visiting the market. I was too busy looking at the goods that I hadn't noticed a man walking towards me. He seemed to be occupied with the goods as well". She giggled softly. "We bumped into each other and I literally fell down at his feet". How romantic, the tale she told. "He was there for business, but had taken a break to walk through the market". It was a believable story, since Matthew already knew her husband was away a lot for business. Surely he would be away a lot for business in a different country. There wasn't a single flaw in her story. "After that it went rather fast. I gave him a tour through the city and we fell in love. When he had to return to England he asked me to marry him and come back with him". And of course since he was such a good match her parents approved and bladiebla. She would tell all that kind of stuff to make it work. She had practiced the story a lot of times already in her head. Then she used it for the people in the village. Some women would sigh, tell her how lucky she had been and how romantic it all had been. Romantic indeed. Esmé wasn't the romantic type, but she couldn't tell the women that. So she just sighed with them and agreed with them. "In any case I found my place in this country, though I think the English are... a bit strained. You know what I mean? They're so uptight, all about being appropriate and stuff like that". She looked at Matthew. "I don't regret coming here and marrying him, but i wasn't prepared for him to be away so often. It's at moments like this it gets rather lonely, knowing your family is so far away". She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I did not intend to bother you with it". She attempted to get up as if she was ashamed of herself. "I'm sure you have something better to do than to listen to a lonely woman babbling. Maybe I should just go".