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[foundjuanting]

[One Juan Borgia's bedroom, a little lounge area by the window, a fuckton of pillows on it, and a Juan resting on them. Go]

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[cardinalsinned]

I simply assumed all the other men who graced your beds would have lost theirs by this point.

[I'm going to try and drink this wine so you can't]

[foundjuanting]

[GOING TO TRY AND GRAB IT-]

You are speaking of yourself, the only time there was a man in such a way was when there was a celebration and a woman between us.

[cardinalsinned]

[they're just getting wine all over at this point]

You can lie to yourself if you wish, but we both know you have had many nights when you cannot even remember who warmed your bed.

[foundjuanting]

[A sharp laugh]

And you are any better? Can you name all of those you laid with?

[cardinalsinned]

Perhaps not, but I can vouch for a perfect record when it comes to satisfaction.

[foundjuanting]

As can I. Were you to ask any of them you would find I'm a most... generous sort.

[cardinalsinned]

It would be the only way you are generous, brother. If it were true.

[foundjuanting]

More so than you, do you even have emotion in that heart and under that skirt, aside from anger.

[cardinalsinned]

Why are you so bothered by what's under my skirt?

[foundjuanting]

I'm not, but you keep trying to prove the point.

[cardinalsinned]

[giving up on the wine]

You are so tiring, did you know that?

[foundjuanting]

[SCORE. HA HA, ONLY ONE WAY TO GET IT BACK NOW, AND I'M SAFE FROM THAT.]

If that was true, you would be more like the card that possessed you here.

[cardinalsinned]

So long as you no longer beg for my attention.

[foundjuanting]

Then brother, should I try to take it? You were the one who spoke of slowly bridging the gap between us.

[cardinalsinned]

I am lying here by your side and you still believe you need to get my attention? You already have it. And more of my forgiveness than you deserve.

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[foundjuanting]

[Oh hey, time to drag a sonovabitch down]

You KILLED me in cold blood!

[foundjuanting]

...I was already dying, you could have at least let me choose to fight back, or to put trust in my brother to end my life without pain.

[cardinalsinned]

You could have killed me instead, or tried. And I do not truly believe you would have let me end your pain by choice.

[foundjuanting]

Why then did I still hold my blade, and why did I only kill you here when you would not cease attacking me?

[cardinalsinned]

Because you had it out of your system. You killed me when I arrived by accident, even when I had not yet killed you.

[foundjuanting]

Because you did not give me the choice, you took both my honor and my life.

[cardinalsinned]

[putting a hand over his eyes]

Tell your other brother, I am tired of the same arguments going around and around.

[foundjuanting]

[leaning back on his hands, good luck trying to keep your balance]

And I would have you give ground at least once. An argument is ended when there's any ground given in the first place, and I've given you a truce, my efforts to mend this, even what you wanted from me most- and then discarded.

If I'm a starving dog, then it is because I've been starved.

[cardinalsinned]

It is not in my hands to make you give up your vices, and I will not be blamed if you fall back to them. It was a gesture, but little else.

I have given you ground and looked after you, I have cared enough to want to see you in good health and happiness, but I cannot take back what is done. And I cannot live my life if I must second guess my decisions when they come back to me as you have.

[yeah, this is getting really unbalanced and he's going to have to just flop on the little brother soon]

[foundjuanting]

[Whatever man, we've had more homohomo moments before, possibly.]

It was not just a gesture, I gave it up.

Why can't you? Life is supposed to be a series of learning from your mistakes.