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[song_tra_bong]

Six months down, three to go.

Given that most of her normal activities (ex. war, drinking, picking fights) are off-limits, Mary Anne has set up shop in one of the smaller rooms of the castle. It looks like some sort of entertaining-guests-with-tea-and-gossip room; she's made it a reading-the-classics-to-her-child room.

"Sun Tzu said: the good fighters of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy..."

They say motherhood changes you. Some things never change.

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[song_tra_bong]

Her smile is softer still.

"True. But I like the way he lies."

[a-bonny-swan.livejournal.com]

She watches Mary Anne.

Silently.

For a long time.

Then she says, "What did you promise him in return for the child?"

Because it made sense to her that Mary Anne would've had to bribe the man she once called husband.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne is quiet in turn, thinking.



"Well, let's see."

She ticks points off on her fingers.

"I promised him I'd love him forever if he rubbed my ankles. I promised him a blow job if he'd get me ice cream when I had a craving at 3 AM. Promised him whatever he wanted for moving a body out of Ramon's kitchen...

Don't believe I promised him anything for my kid."

[a-bonny-swan.livejournal.com]

"Then why is he happy to have a child with you and I had to trick him into having one with me?" she demands viciously, fury red in her eyes.

[song_tra_bong]

"That," she says (so frighteningly calm),

"is a question you are going to have to ask him."

[a-bonny-swan.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't want to see me," she says with an annoyed sniff. "Even if he did, he didn't give me answers four hundred years ago... I doubt he'd do it now. But I want to know!"

Coira, in many ways, seems more than a bit childish. One might expect her to stomp her foot and throw a tantrum.

[song_tra_bong]

"Understandably," she murmurs.

"If you'd like, I can see if he's willing to talk."

Not that she expects it'd be successful.

Not that she's hoping to succeed.

[a-bonny-swan.livejournal.com]

"I don't need you to be the go-between," she sneers. "You're but a nuisance I keep hoping will disappear."

[song_tra_bong]

And any good will Mary Anne may have been harboring goes right out the window.

She doesn't miss it.

"You've been waiting an awfully long time, Coira. I thought immortals knew futility when they saw it."

[a-bonny-swan.livejournal.com]

She laughs.

"Immortals also know everything is just a matter of time."

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles.

"Then I hope you enjoy the wait."

[a-bonny-swan.livejournal.com]

Coira glares at her.

For quite some time.

When she finds she can't locate any words to throw back at her ex-husband's new wife, she turns on her heel and storms out.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne stares right back, that infuriating small smile playing about her lips the whole time.

She watches Coira leave.

Only after the sound of the other woman's footsteps has quite faded does she check the safety on the gun hidden behind one of the small pillows beside her on the couch.

That done, she returns to her book.

"...but the opportunity of defeating the the enemy is provided by the enemy himself."