excrucior: (Lurk ☠ One more moment of this silence)

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

[personal profile] excrucior 2017-01-24 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
But there is no one outside when he looks.

Micheletto's voice comes from a particularly dark corner of Cesare's suite. "Is something the matter, sir?" He asks, cocking his head to the side at Cesare's unusual behavior. "It really isn't like you to be cooped up all night."
excrucior: (Fight ☠ And I can't take)

[personal profile] excrucior 2017-01-24 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
There is an almost inaudible sigh from the other side of the door. He knows the room behind the door well enough to disappear from the shadow he's currently hiding in to one inside the front door. His knife is drawn in the blink of an eye, and with a lunge from the shadows he presses the tip of it to Cesare's exposed neck.

But it is merely a homage to their first meeting, not an attack. Never an attack. Micheletto stills his movements, then, keeping the blade's end just barely against his master's skin. He breathes evenly, calmly, before finally speaking again.

"My God, you're fast."
excrucior: (Cesare ☠ Who will fix me now?)

[personal profile] excrucior 2017-01-24 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
He takes the shove, and with a quick flip of his wrist has the blade back in its holster at his side. "And I more resilient," Micheletto answers mysteriously, stepping toward Cesare to close the distance between them.

"Will you not tell me now what is keeping you cloistered thus?"
excrucior: (Consider ☠ The loneliness is haunting me)

[personal profile] excrucior 2017-01-26 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have proof, then?" Micheletto cocks his head to the side, curiously. Was the vampire representative position so coveted, it was worth killing for?
excrucior: (Somber ☠ It comes in waves)

[personal profile] excrucior 2017-01-29 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Now that is too far, even for Cesare. A pain springs from nothing in his chest, a burning pain, sharpening as a flash of dark curls and smiling face comes back to him. The change in Micheletto's demeanor is almost instant. His shoulders stiffen, and he grows tight-lipped. His fingers clench into fists, but stay at his side, as he blinks away his troublesome thoughts. At the same time, he looks away from Cesare to the richly painted walls, letting the silence speak for him.

It is only after he has taken a deep, steadying breath that he answers. "No. But names will be needed. You will have me look through all of London, with nothing to go on?"
excrucior: (Threatening ☠ Got a hole in my soul)

[personal profile] excrucior 2017-01-31 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Have you grown nervous, then?" His gaze flicks to Cesare, voice uncharacteristically loud for a soft-spoken assassin. "You said it yourself, when we met at the Institute. You have enemies across all of Europe, true, and many in London also. And here you are, my lord, paranoid in a locked room. Would you sit here for all eternity and let them hound you here? Or would you meet your enemies on your terms?"

Perhaps he is harsher than he means to be, as the memories of Pascal were dredged up from the deep solely to harm him. But perhaps Cesare does need to hear them, to understand that he does not seem sound of mind, even to his oldest ally.

"What has happened that made you suspect? Perhaps I can go from that. I will be your eyes and ears, sir, and hands if need be. But you must tell me what you know."