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[altusimperius]

[it was beautiful while it lasted, but Benedict can only resist his nature for so long. he rolls his eyes with a little scoff:]

--oh, sorry, did you have plans?

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(Vega sharpens instantly, drawing herself up in a straight line.)

Oh, of course, you wouldn't understand this — I do have a whole life waiting for me back in Tevinter.

[altusimperius]

[he pauses again, this time the opening-closing mouth accompanied by a flash of outrage as he spits back:]

Do you indeed? Does Fransisco know?

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(Vega actually gasps, instantly going red in the face.)

How dare you! He is none of your concern!

[altusimperius]

[when he tosses his hair, the motion manages to be both angry and proud, like a horse flipping its luxuriant mane.]

And neither is my life or what I'm doing with it any of yours, last I checked.

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(She fucking hates it when he does that.)

There's nothing you're doing in your life that I even need to be concerned about.

[altusimperius]

[a snort, biting back greater aggravation:]

no wonder Mother loved you.

[succise]

(Witheringly (made less effective, perhaps, because she is still bright red),) She had it to spare, I imagine.

[altusimperius]

Fuck off, [he spits—- he walked right into this, and yet,]

You know what? Yes, go back to Tevinter. Go right to Minrathous, she’ll welcome you with open arms. You can even go meet the Elder One, he’ll love to finally have one of these in his possession to stay.

[He rips off his glove to flex his fingers around the shard.]

Maybe she’ll even make you heir. Wouldn’t that be grand.

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(Oh, that's it —

Anybody relatively nearby will hear Vega clearly as she raises her voice to a proper scream of frustration. Her eyes are suddenly stinging.) I don't want to be heir of your ridiculous family, I want to be heir of mine!

I want what I'm owed!

[altusimperius]

[It’s enough to make him flinch, and Benedict steps back in retreat.]

You’ve got it, [he calls imperiously to her, gesturing around at the courtyard as he backs away,]

everything you’re owed. Right here.

[succise]

(Vega, who is working herself up into proper hyperventilation, doesn't have the breath to tell him to get out of her sight. But he is leaving of his own accord by the look of it — good. Good!!

She gasps in deep before bursting into angry tears right there in the courtyard, pressing her face into her hands to hide.)

[altusimperius]

[He pauses, looks uncertain— she’s crying—- but for once in his life, Benedict has the sense to recognize how not to make an ugly situation worse.

He turns and walks away, the exchange already looming over him to stew on indefinitely.]