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122nd Devotion: Quality Time with the Rival

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[One moment Solomon Goldsmith is out enjoying the view of the city's lights below from his balcony, and in the next moment his environment abruptly shifts into a bright interior room. His face shows some sign of annoyance at this, but not the typical shock or hysteria that is often evidenced by others in the City. After all, Solomon has been going through such inconveniences like this for longer than most.

Instead, he looks down at the splattered mess of his deep red beverage staining the light carpeting and gives a slight tug on the handcuff now encircling his wrist. With narrowed eyes, he looks askance at the cello bow being held by the other man's captive hand.]

...Haji. Of course.

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Yeah. I was super glad to see her. She visited once on one of those weekends but then she came back for real.

That is good to hear.

I'm really fond of a lack of dramatics.

I can imagine.

Interesting.

I guess so?

For lack of a better term, yes.

Yeah. I guess that one works. Mostly I just try to be careful, be aware and walk around in pairs at night.

That is a good plan.

So are you settling okay in the City?

Well, that is an interesting proposal... but the City is sadly devoid of lawyers. I believe the only one to come to the City has instead taken the position as the head of the Police Department.

Edited 2011-09-02 02:41 (UTC)

[Solomon could see no flaw in the other Chevalier's logic but decides not to respond. Whether Haji is 'armed' is nothing that concerns him at this moment. Rather... there's something else that's been occupying his mind ever since Haji's arrival.

Reaching to his network device, he promptly switches it off. What he has to say is not for the ears of others.]

Haji, that device that you received when you arrived here... where is it?

Edited 2011-09-02 03:25 (UTC)

[He reaches into his pocket for the device, understanding the request and even appreciating it a little. It's surprising how easily he's adapted to having it on all of the time, listening and occasionally watching the posts as they scroll on by him.

With a click the device is off and tucked back away.]

What would you like to talk about?

I'm no help.

Do you mind my asking what you do?

I'm a musician, piano. Nothing so helpful as a lawyer. And you?

A musician, really? How wonderful.

I'm in the medical field.

Don't you know?

[Casting Haji a sideways glance, he gestures over to where a decanter is resting on a table.]

You're welcome to have some as well.

[It was the polite thing to do considering they were going to be locked together for the next 24 hours. Solomon really didn't want to think it would last longer than that.]

Thank you.

[He moves with Solomon, as easily as he can, neutral on the idea of sharing.]

I can guess, but you're the one that wants to talk. I assumed you would define the topic.

If that's what you wish, I can certainly do so. Once we're situated of course.

[The Doctor flips over a clean glass on the tray and fills both his own glass, and Haji's.

As he finishes, he hands the glass to the man and redirects their movement back over to the ledge.]

[Taking the glass, he examines the contents. Blood, fresh enough, and a wry smile crosses his face. Leave it to Solomon to serve him blood in a wine glass.

Taking a sip, he moves to the ledge with his reluctant roommate. It's not the way he's used to ingesting the blood he needs, but it's... civilized. Saya likely doesn't mind it.]

I enjoy it. Music is calming.

Oh wow, that's... helpful.

It is indeed.

And yes, the work does keep me busy enough.

[Solomon moves with relative ease back to where he'd been looking out over the city. Well, with as much ease as he could be in, handcuffed to someone who was definitely a rival for Saya's attention.

Taking a sip off of his drink, he turns to look out at the skyline in the distance.]

... I've worked hard to see that Saya has everything that she can possibly need here. Not because I need to. I don't do this because of any compulsion as a Chevalier serving a Queen.

[His eyes slide over to watch for any change in Haji's expression or eyes.]

I do this as Solomon Goldsmith. And I do this because I love her as a man and no other reason.

Your arrival has complicated matters, causing varying levels of stress in my home on all our parts. I would like to resovle this so that Saya can be untroubled.

[He listens quietly, face not showing any of the turmoil he feels at Solomon's words. He knows that there is... something Saya feels for the Chevalier. Something she doesn't feel for him, something she would never feel for him. He is her servant, always has been, and always would be, but the part of him that loved her more than she would ever know rails at the very idea of the two of them together.]

I abide by Saya's wishes. I always have. She knows this. It is not my place to interfere in her... personal relationships.

[He drinks, watching Solomon as closely as Solomon watched him. Did he trust the other Chevalier? No, but again, it isn't his place to say. As much as he would like it to be, he will never be able to make Saya smile they way her human family could. The way Goldsmith might be able to. If he is who she chooses it a decision he will learn to live with.]

If there is anything improper in my behavior, it is for her to say.

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