[OTA] Musical Thrones

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He'd stolen Hadyn's cigarettes the morning before, when the messenger had run in breathlessly with the news of Carmella's disappearance, but Elisha hadn't had the time to light up. Not between organizing the futile search and then taking the slow walk over to Heart Castle to tell Jonathan Montenegro that his wife was gone. And then, of course, he'd spent far too long fielding panicked questions from Clubs - and anyone else who made their way to his office.

But finally he'd slipped off, going down back stairs and cutting through the kitchens before stepping into the cold, crisp February air. There was a bit of blue in the sky, breaking through the cloud cover, but it was still fucking cold and he hadn't bothered to grab his coat or his gloves, leaving him standing in the gardens in jeans, boots and a sweater. Elisha exhaled as he leaned against a stone wall, and he closed his eyes for a moment before he fished the cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one with the old zippo he hadn't used for anything but candles in months.

He was going to get a migraine from this. He was going to get a migraine anyway, though, so there wasn't any point in abstaining. He was going to have to find another new Queen, he thought. Maybe he should just go without.

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[morallydefunct]

"I trust Zoe to do what she thinks she can, and not to push herself too far." Victor said evenly, though in he had doubts it would have been ending with Peter's head over his Lady's. "However do you survive his career I wonder, though. You should have more faith- he learned it from you."

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Elisha gave Victor a cool stare and then finally just lifted his shoulders. "Do what you want, Victor," he said. "You will, in any case." And Elisha might be King, but he wasn't Victor's.

In truth, he had little to no sway over Victor at all, and they both knew it.

[morallydefunct]

"Try not to smoke yourself to an early grave," Victor offered as he moved to leave. There wasn't, honestly, too much to add to that particular line of conversation any longer.

"I will see what Miss Sinclaire is capable of in the mean time."

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Elisha smirked a little at that and took another drag on his cigarette.

"Maybe you and Zoe should come here for brunch this week." Ignoring the oddity of the four of them and a weekly brunch date. "I have something you might be interested in seeing."

Something of a peace offering, he supposed, for this snarly conversation.

[morallydefunct]

"What is that?" He asked, looking at Elisha curiously for a moment. Granted, the whole point of the comment was that he'd have to come to brunch to find out (in a word, bribery) but if didn't stop him from asking.

[cipherspeak]

"My new surveillance system." Which wasn't really telling Victor, but he was sharp. He probably could figure out what was on the new surveillance system.

[morallydefunct]

"...I'll find a good time and pass it along." He said, with a brief nod before turning to continue on his way. Let them see what they could figure out from a video, he thought. Even if it wasn't likely to be much.