[ a day or two after their fateful first meeting and consequent first breakfast together, sieglinde will find that she has not been far from olivia's mind. after all, olivia is madly in love with her, too easily swayed by the younger girl's devastating charms etc etc etc etc etc
the point is, olivia is once again at the apothecary's door, gently rapping her knuckles along the wood before tentatively calling out, ]
Sieglinde...? Yoohoo, are you home?
[ she's got with her this time another satchel full of food. young girls need to have their energies kept up, after all! ]
[ Masamune doesn't call out in response to the address for Sieglinde's presence—the girl is indeed here so he doesn't see a need to alert whoever is looking for her beforehand. The door opens almost immediately after Olivia has finished knocking and questioning, him having been conveniently closer to the door midway from walking between rooms.
He only pauses to look at the young woman waiting outside once he opens the door, taking note he's not familiar with her (and that Sieglinde has more good looking women than should be allowed for an eleven year old coming to visit her), his expression maybe a little curious. ]
—She's here, come on in. [ he steps back out of the way, his voice and tone polite and calm. He's actually being a more mellow than he is generally in public with others, but that had partially to do with this is quiet space and he's got little obligation to do anything social here.
It's... Absolutely probably for the best, too, because his enthusiasm could be scary for a new person and he doesn't want to scare a friend of Sieglinde's off. ]
Just... be careful, it's a little messier than usual in here right now. I didn't know she was going to have company or I would have cleaned up a little. [ So please do not trip on anything or on the dog that may or may not be a current science project for the girl. He'll feel bad...
Once Olivia stepped in, he will nod towards the direction where Sieglinde currently is before shutting the door behind their new guest. ]
[Sieglinde would totally have gotten the door herself if she was alone... ! Or if she'd actually. Heard someone at the door. As it was, she was currently on the floor amidst a scattering of notes, her small fingers covered in various colors, and on her lap... A rather crude drawing of the giant wolf-like creature that was snoozing in front of her, its skull-like face rather terrifying in nature despite its relaxed posture.
What might be even more surprising was that Sieglinde's drawing style was... Not good. Almost hilariously not good, shapes and dimensions all wrong, like her drawing ability was stuck in her toddler age... Yet her magic circles and diagrams drawn and scribbled on almost every other available surface near her workbench were practically flawless.
- well, geniuses couldn't be genius in every discipline.
She doesn't look up until the footsteps register, and she blinks owlishly up at the other woman, surprised to see her and immediately wondering if she'd missed some sort of message.]
- Olivia, greetings. What brings you here?
[She was helping the others hide out- did one of them perhaps need medicines or?]
[ it's pretty clear from the instant masamune opens the door that olivia had not been expecting him, from the startled squeak to the look of sheer horror and embarrassment that flushes her face red. her stammer seems to increase exponentially, unable to even form proper words as her eyes dart between the man she'd vowed last time never to look upon again, to the young girl she'd made such a vow to. ]
S-Sieglinde, I — I'm sorry, I—
[ she hesitates by the doorway, but with the man right there, it's hard for her not to have him in her line of sight and so, resolved to follow through with her promise, she hastily shuffles into the open doorway to where the young girl has crouched down.
she quickly drops down into a crouch right before the girl, her eyes squeezed shut as she remorsefully whispers (sadly, not that quietly), ]
I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to look that time, I promise...!
[ —okay, he supposes he can add that to his roster of introduction reactions. Did he scare her? Is there something on his face (he's pretty sure he has his eyepatch on and anyway he always styles his hair to cover it fully when not in battle anyway. Still, the way she shimmies over to Sieglinde to crouch down next to her and make that sad announcement.
Masamune was walking towards them but not particularly intending to join them, however Olivia is fascinatingly distracting in more ways than one so with her bright colors, attractiveness and... her completely strange mannerisms, he can't help help but stop and stare at this even unfolding.
When he hears the apologize, his expression shifts, eyes shifting from The two of them down to the darker haired curled. ]
...What.
[ he doesn't sound mad but he's definitely sounding 'wtf did to you say to this person what happened???' ]
Is that why she had come all the way here? To apologize for her inappropriate behavior when they had first met? Without realizing it, Sieglinde was already sitting a bit straighter, putting aside her crude drawings of the wolf beast (that snorted lightly in its sleep and scratched an itch) to look at the other woman.
Well, she certainly seemed remorseful. And it wasn't as if Sieglinde was unaware of the quality of her own charms... She supposed she could find it in her to be magnanimous in this case.]
Your apology is accepted, Olivia, provided you continue to refrain from such salacious actions in the future.
[She could announce that with all the pomp and circumstance another lord could forgive a man from the gallows, reaching out to pat the older woman's shoulder in a show of good faith before turning to Masamune. Oh, yes, introductions-]
Masamune, this is Olivia, a...
[Wait a minute. Gaze turned back to the woman quizzically.]
What is your profession?
[A... Courtesan of some kind, perhaps? Or a maid to one of those exotic kings? Her mode of dress baffled.]
[ olivia feels terrible, that much is obvious. she had hoped that by now, all such incidences could be put far behind them. but how was she to know that the man would still be here? he certainly looks fine now — not! not that olivia looked that much! this time! — so what was he still doing here?
when sieglinde makes mention of his salacious misdeeds, olivia makes a low, miserable sound in her throat, head lowering into her hands. if a person could die of too much blushing, she'd probably already be six feet under.
but as much as she'd like to pretend she were somewhere else in that moment, it would have been too rude to ignore a clear question directed towards her. ]
I'm... I'm a dancer... [ she supposes that counts as a profession. sometimes she gets paid for it, after all. ]
[ oh dear god what exactly is going on he's even more unsure now.
However, while Olivia has her face in her hands and suffers near death trauma over something Masamune gives Sieglinde a bit of a side glance rather suspiciously, silently accusing wtf did you do to this woman in a very.... sibling-like gesture. Not that either of them would know, but still. But, he sighs as he looks back down at Olivia and comes to step over and crouch down near her, leaning forward enough to maybe get a glimpse of her face if she's got her fingers spread or something to check on her. ]
I love dance, show me sometime? [ Does that help?! Is it serious is that it or is that the connection what the hell he's so confused?? ] You want some tea? Or water... or...
[All Masamune gets is a really... cocky smile and a shrug. Sieglinde can't help it if she's this charming... she just. Didn't expect to be so attractive to ladies of the outside world.
But the mention of dance seems to remind her, and Sieglinde clapped her hands together as the idea hit her, looking between the two of them.]
A dancer, I see-
[She hasn't forgotten the conversation she had at Masamune's bedside, and since he's recovered from that incident...]
Masamune can also dance. Perhaps the two of you could entertain me.
[It's a good thing Masamune was capable of manners.]
[ olivia tentatively lifts her head from her hands, peeking up beneath her bangs to blink between masamune and sieglinde. she's so surprised by this proposition that she completely forgets to get embarrassed enough to recoil from the man's sudden proximity. (that much is most certainly not adhering to her promise!) ]
Dance...? [ another blink. and then a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks. ] T-Together?
[ she sounds fairly appalled by the very idea. finally she withdraws from masamune's inquiring glance, her own eyes flying wide open. ]
O-Oh no — I couldn't...! I'm. [ she gives them both an apologetic look, as if she had someone lied to them. ] I'm not very good at all, I'm sorry — I would just make you look bad, I'm sure!
[How could such a salacious woman also be so very embarrassed about her nature? - or be a good dancer without confidence?
... not that Sieglinde, with her feet the way they were, knew anything about dancing. She eyed Olivia with an arched brow, looking between her and Masamune... though not denying anything.
Objectively speaking, she was rather feminine looking...]
Of course not together... I doubt your styles would be compatible...
[ olivia glances between masamune and sieglinde, lips parting and closing on two separate but equally distressing responses. in the end, she opts to answer sieglinde rather than address the blatant compliment of the man she isn't even meant to be looking at anymore, because how even. ]
F-Forgive me, but that has nothing to do with anything, [ she winds up saying, in a voice remarkably steady and strong, despite her earlier fragility. she swallows the lump in her throat, giving sieglinde a rather Serious Look. ]
Dancing isn't just about the music or the style — it's the feelings behind it, and the emotions you're trying to convey.
[ she sits up a little straighter, looking between the two. challenge accepted, sieglinde! ]
But if it's compatibility you're looking for, I'll match any style I see.
What do you usually go for? Maybe we already have common ground. [ the emotions he means in particular. Olivia seems to have a backbone for certain things which is interesting so he feels no need to back her up over that. Plus, these two girls... what a strange situation. ]
[Sieglinde definitely didn't get it. She knew little about dance to begin with besides what she'd seen in pictures, or the occasional witch's mass- though that was more frenetic than proper dance...
But she wasn't really thinking about emotions so much as styles- the way Masamune had explained what sort of dance he was familiar with hadn't sounded like anything she knew, for starters...
Before she could say anything to that effect, though, Masamune spoke up- and Sieglinde just shrugged.]
If you would rather pair than perform solo...
[Who was she to say- perhaps the woman appreciated both sexes???]
[ yes Sieglinde it's time for you to learn that you can have a thing for both sexes apparently at Olivia's expense. Masamune tilts his head a bit, thinking a moment on it. ] ...actually, I haven't seen any fans in this place at all.
[ apparently hand fans were nonexistent in the high Middle Ages of Europe this is awful news to me cries. ] I don't think I can go through the motions well without it. ...You need them to help keep balance as much as for show. [ he seems disappointed. It's how he learned his balance and footwork for his six-sword combat style , so to think nothing like the fans which are highly regarded back home is quite tragic. Chantes makes him homesick. Not because he wants to go home but Chantes lacks too much that he is used to. And what he knew of the west in his timeline was much more elegant and diverse, too.
He just really doesn't have anything nice to say about this world. There are no perks whatsoever. ]. But... I'll show you when we can obtain them or something like them, sound good? [ he looks to Olivia a bit hopefully that she'll take the raincheck. People to dance with are rare especially ones who take it serious in its execution. ]
[This was so very bizarre to someone who had almost no idea about dance. Sieglinde just sort of sits where she was, eyes slightly wide, her grip on her charcoal rather loose.
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
[ olivia watches and listens to masamune speak with rapt attention, eyes as wide as sieglinde's, but with less confusion and more intrigue. the moment he mentions fans, she already conjures up an image in her mind, or an old dance she'd had the privilege to witness during one of her troupe's travels. it was beautiful and breathtaking, and though she'd only seen it once, she can already recall how the body bends and spins with the help of those fans.
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
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the point is, olivia is once again at the apothecary's door, gently rapping her knuckles along the wood before tentatively calling out, ]
Sieglinde...? Yoohoo, are you home?
[ she's got with her this time another satchel full of food. young girls need to have their energies kept up, after all! ]
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He only pauses to look at the young woman waiting outside once he opens the door, taking note he's not familiar with her (and that Sieglinde has more good looking women than should be allowed for an eleven year old coming to visit her), his expression maybe a little curious. ]
—She's here, come on in. [ he steps back out of the way, his voice and tone polite and calm. He's actually being a more mellow than he is generally in public with others, but that had partially to do with this is quiet space and he's got little obligation to do anything social here.
It's... Absolutely probably for the best, too, because his enthusiasm could be scary for a new person and he doesn't want to scare a friend of Sieglinde's off. ]
Just... be careful, it's a little messier than usual in here right now. I didn't know she was going to have company or I would have cleaned up a little. [ So please do not trip on anything or on the dog that may or may not be a current science project for the girl. He'll feel bad...
Once Olivia stepped in, he will nod towards the direction where Sieglinde currently is before shutting the door behind their new guest. ]
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What might be even more surprising was that Sieglinde's drawing style was... Not good. Almost hilariously not good, shapes and dimensions all wrong, like her drawing ability was stuck in her toddler age... Yet her magic circles and diagrams drawn and scribbled on almost every other available surface near her workbench were practically flawless.
- well, geniuses couldn't be genius in every discipline.
She doesn't look up until the footsteps register, and she blinks owlishly up at the other woman, surprised to see her and immediately wondering if she'd missed some sort of message.]
- Olivia, greetings. What brings you here?
[She was helping the others hide out- did one of them perhaps need medicines or?]
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S-Sieglinde, I — I'm sorry, I—
[ she hesitates by the doorway, but with the man right there, it's hard for her not to have him in her line of sight and so, resolved to follow through with her promise, she hastily shuffles into the open doorway to where the young girl has crouched down.
she quickly drops down into a crouch right before the girl, her eyes squeezed shut as she remorsefully whispers (sadly, not that quietly), ]
I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to look that time, I promise...!
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[ —okay, he supposes he can add that to his roster of introduction reactions. Did he scare her? Is there something on his face (he's pretty sure he has his eyepatch on and anyway he always styles his hair to cover it fully when not in battle anyway. Still, the way she shimmies over to Sieglinde to crouch down next to her and make that sad announcement.
Masamune was walking towards them but not particularly intending to join them, however Olivia is fascinatingly distracting in more ways than one so with her bright colors, attractiveness and... her completely strange mannerisms, he can't help help but stop and stare at this even unfolding.
When he hears the apologize, his expression shifts, eyes shifting from The two of them down to the darker haired curled. ]
...What.
[ he doesn't sound mad but he's definitely sounding 'wtf did to you say to this person what happened???' ]
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Is that why she had come all the way here? To apologize for her inappropriate behavior when they had first met? Without realizing it, Sieglinde was already sitting a bit straighter, putting aside her crude drawings of the wolf beast (that snorted lightly in its sleep and scratched an itch) to look at the other woman.
Well, she certainly seemed remorseful. And it wasn't as if Sieglinde was unaware of the quality of her own charms... She supposed she could find it in her to be magnanimous in this case.]
Your apology is accepted, Olivia, provided you continue to refrain from such salacious actions in the future.
[She could announce that with all the pomp and circumstance another lord could forgive a man from the gallows, reaching out to pat the older woman's shoulder in a show of good faith before turning to Masamune. Oh, yes, introductions-]
Masamune, this is Olivia, a...
[Wait a minute. Gaze turned back to the woman quizzically.]
What is your profession?
[A... Courtesan of some kind, perhaps? Or a maid to one of those exotic kings? Her mode of dress baffled.]
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when sieglinde makes mention of his salacious misdeeds, olivia makes a low, miserable sound in her throat, head lowering into her hands. if a person could die of too much blushing, she'd probably already be six feet under.
but as much as she'd like to pretend she were somewhere else in that moment, it would have been too rude to ignore a clear question directed towards her. ]
I'm... I'm a dancer... [ she supposes that counts as a profession. sometimes she gets paid for it, after all. ]
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However, while Olivia has her face in her hands and suffers near death trauma over something Masamune gives Sieglinde a bit of a side glance rather suspiciously, silently accusing wtf did you do to this woman in a very.... sibling-like gesture. Not that either of them would know, but still. But, he sighs as he looks back down at Olivia and comes to step over and crouch down near her, leaning forward enough to maybe get a glimpse of her face if she's got her fingers spread or something to check on her. ]
I love dance, show me sometime? [ Does that help?! Is it serious is that it or is that the connection what the hell he's so confused?? ] You want some tea? Or water... or...
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But the mention of dance seems to remind her, and Sieglinde clapped her hands together as the idea hit her, looking between the two of them.]
A dancer, I see-
[She hasn't forgotten the conversation she had at Masamune's bedside, and since he's recovered from that incident...]
Masamune can also dance. Perhaps the two of you could entertain me.
[It's a good thing Masamune was capable of manners.]
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Dance...? [ another blink. and then a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks. ] T-Together?
[ she sounds fairly appalled by the very idea. finally she withdraws from masamune's inquiring glance, her own eyes flying wide open. ]
O-Oh no — I couldn't...! I'm. [ she gives them both an apologetic look, as if she had someone lied to them. ] I'm not very good at all, I'm sorry — I would just make you look bad, I'm sure!
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[ I MEAN SERIOUSLY... ]
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... not that Sieglinde, with her feet the way they were, knew anything about dancing. She eyed Olivia with an arched brow, looking between her and Masamune... though not denying anything.
Objectively speaking, she was rather feminine looking...]
Of course not together... I doubt your styles would be compatible...
[Gee, Olivia, she meant back to back...]
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F-Forgive me, but that has nothing to do with anything, [ she winds up saying, in a voice remarkably steady and strong, despite her earlier fragility. she swallows the lump in her throat, giving sieglinde a rather Serious Look. ]
Dancing isn't just about the music or the style — it's the feelings behind it, and the emotions you're trying to convey.
[ she sits up a little straighter, looking between the two. challenge accepted, sieglinde! ]
But if it's compatibility you're looking for, I'll match any style I see.
[ on her honor as a dancer! ]
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But she wasn't really thinking about emotions so much as styles- the way Masamune had explained what sort of dance he was familiar with hadn't sounded like anything she knew, for starters...
Before she could say anything to that effect, though, Masamune spoke up- and Sieglinde just shrugged.]
If you would rather pair than perform solo...
[Who was she to say- perhaps the woman appreciated both sexes???]
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I don't really know the names, [ she admits in a tiny voice. none of her dances ever really occurred or transpired through "official" settings. ]
But if you wouldn't mind showing me, sir, I can adjust accordingly.
I'm so sad google revealed this to me cry
[ apparently hand fans were nonexistent in the high Middle Ages of Europe this is awful news to me cries. ] I don't think I can go through the motions well without it. ...You need them to help keep balance as much as for show. [ he seems disappointed. It's how he learned his balance and footwork for his six-sword combat style , so to think nothing like the fans which are highly regarded back home is quite tragic. Chantes makes him homesick. Not because he wants to go home but Chantes lacks too much that he is used to. And what he knew of the west in his timeline was much more elegant and diverse, too.
He just really doesn't have anything nice to say about this world. There are no perks whatsoever. ]. But... I'll show you when we can obtain them or something like them, sound good? [ he looks to Olivia a bit hopefully that she'll take the raincheck. People to dance with are rare especially ones who take it serious in its execution. ]
i'm so sad I didn't realize it was my tag
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
Damn it... unnammed skull-face thing.]
how dare u
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
I didn't know you drew, Sieglinde. May I see...?