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Which one? Dark marks do linger...

...Him. My...the Dark Lord. Lord Volde *shivers* He Who Must Not Be Named.

Some loves last for eternity, perhaps?

...don't be foolish.

Princess isn't foolish. Dreams dance when the stars sing. I see things. I can read some faces like poems. Some people need a father - and some need a Sire ... a Maker... a Shaper...

And what do I need?

Didn't he know? What did he offer you?

*licks lips, looks away* Family...freedom from fear. Power. Friendship. Power. I said that already didn't I?

*Her voice becomes much softer, almost a purr - and she moves a little toward him,*

Ahhh, but you don't need a Dark Lord for those, you just need someone like me. We have power, and strength, and family, all close and lasting and to give away, so easy.

*and nearer,*

They didn't appreciate you, did they? Princess knows. They didn't give you what you need ... did they?

*pausing in the doorway,*

All you need to do is to ... ask me in...

*watching her, entranced but the smallest bit nervous* ...and why would I do that? Ask you in and have yet another conflict of interests.... *swallows, praying he doesn't appear too vulnerable*

Auu, *A tiny sound of disappointment, almost catlike,*

Do you have interests that would conflict, now? I can see your thoughts, all like burning sparkles in the air, but I didn't see that.

Dark eyes, so dark, like the nights when the moon hides. Those are good. Do you like my eyes? *She gestures,* Look at my eyes...

I make it my business to make sure I don't allow anyone to see my interests or conflicts... *half to himself* And I've always been partial to eyes, green... *looks over, catching her gaze steadily*

What about now?

...I think I still am. I don't know...he did...so much that people would call evil. But he was always the first man who said he was proud of me. That...he understood, really understood. Not even Lily did that. It...probably doesn't make any sense.