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Who: Some dude
When: Day 133, late afternoon/evening (forwarded dated a bit)
Where: Level 3, kitchen
What: tea not-date?

[before the sun fully sets, there is a scruffy-looking man puttering around the kitchen, making tea.

... though he's obviously not that great at it.]

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[relaxing as she notes his mood]

...That's a very dangerous curse.

It causes little but trouble.

[oh no you look unhappy]

Well, no need to worry about coming between Haruka and I. My feelings for him won't change at all. ♥

But it's true about trouble. Hm, I should probably tell you...

[curious glance]

Tell me?

[shows her full smile to him, fangs and all. sheepishly:]

I'm a vampire.

[vaguely knows what that is thanks to the Grail info dump]

Truly? Fearing light and garlic and killed by a stake to the heart?

[laughs]

No, not quite. Sunlight is a little harsh, but garlic is fine? And anyone would be hurt if they were stabbed in the heart...!

I'm afraid that exhausts my knowledge of them except for the blood drinking.

Hah, it's fine since everyone has it wrong at first, anyway. However, I do drink blood. With my kind, we particularly long for the blood of those we love - which puts me in an awkward position here, and I apologize.

[oh... that is awkward]

... I apologize as well. Ah... I should mention, if you haven't met him, that there is another version of myself here who is not fond of being touched and might react poorly to it.

Another you? As in, you from a different reality?

Yes. We are the same up until a single point in time and our timelines diverge. I would not like to see him upset by a familiar touch since he bears the same mark I do.

How is it, seeing another you...? I'll take care about approaching anyone that looks like you, then. What do you mean by mark?

[raises a hand to touch the mark beneath his eye]

It is the curse. I have had it be both uncomfortable and comfortable. It took a while to reach that point with him, but he is closer to me than anyone here, and I love him as much as anyone. We are different but the same so we can understand much without saying much.

That's rather touching... it sounds like finding family you didn't know you had.

Is there anyway to break it the curse?

That is exactly as it feels.

I never heard of a way to break it.

That's very unfortunate...

... The effect has been dampened in this place. That's something to be grateful for.

Really? That is lucky. [No mole that launched a thousand ships.] A worse person would take advantage of that kind of curse.

It has caused me too much grief.

What happened...?

[shakes his head slightly]

At my lord Fionn's engagement feast, I was among the warriors there to celebrate his finding a new love in his life. His young bride however caught sight of me in the crowd. She put those in the hall to sleep but for me, and laid a geass on me -- to run away with her. I had no choice and so I did. My lord pursued and pursued. He was furious and possessive of her and jealous, and he blamed me for everything. Eventually he was convinced to lay his jealousies aside, but he never forgave.

Years later when I lay dying from a hunting wound, he let those feeling fill him again, and he let the water that would save my life slip though his fingers... once... twice... The other warriors protested and forced him to try again, to bring him back to his senses... I saw him leave to collect water the third time, but I passed before he could return.

When I was summoned as a Heroic Spirit years later, the mage who called me used his fiance as the energy source for my contract. She was weak to the curse and he was jealous of her attentions towards me even though all I wished was to serve him honorably as I could not have done to my lord Fionn.

... It did not change his jealousies. And in the end, he ordered me to kill myself in order to save her life and his own.

[~~TODAY I LEARNED GEASS IS A REAL, IRISH WORD~~ Oh dear. She had heard the last part of the story from another side, just earlier.]

...How awful... and to also go through after death the same situation you had in life... That really is a terrible mark.

... Yes.

[Moves in to hug him, then catches herself. Haah, she doesn't like feeling conflicted about something like affection.]

[Brings one of his hands up instead and holds it in hers, squeezing.]

The things that happened then weren't your fault.