Occasionally a lie is so dissonant from the rest of a man's speech, jarring and ugly, that Paloma can separate fact from falsehood. But she's young blood and that ability is unreliable. Hyde succeeds in his deception.
"Ah," the only word she thinks to say for ten of his heartbeats. "Elsewhere. The doctor must need distraction. Mr. Hyde, I do trespass here." Hurt makes the rasp more pronounced.
"I suppose he must. It is a common enough occurrence with him, only no distraction seems enough. Perhaps nothing is quite good enough." He shakes his head, almost sadly. "However, you do not trespass if what you say is true, if you are indeed a friend."
"Why, what ever is the matter?" This is beautiful, Hyde so wishes he could laugh. "As I said, I hope that you will confide in me, Mrs. Vasquez. Perhaps there is some message I may give."
Snake. Snakes inside of her belly, snake on a chair asking for trust.
There can be no forgetting or discounting how he sets her teeth on edge. Paloma's kneejerk mistrust of Carlos is an instinct she should have listened to. She maintains her guard. "I cannot possibly be the only friend who has heard nothing from him. That could be a message."
"No, certainly but for myself and these excursions he has kept well alone." He leans forward to place a hand over hers. "Do you believe that to mean you are somehow lesser? Do not lose hope."
Praise be for black mourning gloves. The Toreador in her loves his beauty while wanting to turn away in a nauseating mix.
"Hope. What do you want of me?" She puts the question to him, to let Hyde know she has some awareness of a larger game being played, even if she can't yet see it unveiled.
"Nothing. Friendship, perhaps? I am new to London, to society, with Dr. Jekyll as my sole friend - and I am kept busy here, too busy to attend any events. It is rather a predicament." Casual as ever. It is largely truth, if warped to fit this particular agenda.
"Is it so obvious?" No, of course he knows, because that was his intent. Before he wanted anything, that is. Now it's different, now he wants to ruin this and her.
"I am not a society man - was not, and still have not become one. I do not know the ways." Please forgive him for it, he doesn't mean to. "If Harry or I have wronged you, surely it was not meant to do harm."
Empathy for someone out of place gives Paloma pause. Denial of harm done puts a warm smile on for Hyde.
She leans forward just so, a widow at confession, and doesn't do a damned thing about his hand. "If there is no wrong, there can be no harm." Harry ...
"I am glad for it." Oh so very glad, look at how relieved he seems. There was so much remorse for his rudeness. Well, it isn't exactly a lie, now that he realises he wants something out of her. And this isn't someone he can just take. He is aware and considerate enough of the needs of his other side, for now. He can't do direct harm to those who know Jekyll, lest he be found out or backed into a corner.
"It is terribly late for a lady to be out on her own, is it not?"
Now, although the wrongness about him continues to unsettle her, he's adept enough at switching gears that Paloma does not make her excuses to leave. Instead her excuses are to justify with the meaninglessness of staying or going.
Her lashes lower demurely, but Paloma's palm turns up, thumb folding over his. "Very late, you are not wrong. While for a moment I am in good health and spirits, it is bad to walk too much at day."
"Ah, I see, now I understand. I confess I had thought quite differently - which I now regret thinking of you." He smiles, watching her hand. "And yet you would wait until morning?"
She meets his eyes, intent and scrutinizing. Hyde may enjoy using and abusing the word 'trust' willy-nilly, but he hasn't got any of hers.
To his great fortune, gaslighting is a part of Paloma's daily living. Everything gets second-guessed. Her perceptions of reality are ... unreliable. That's the whole-hearted belief. Her eyes drift shut. "A message passed to him is good. Would you tell Harry I am sorry if I did harm, and send good luck for his work?"
It would be better, it would be wise, it would be just fine if she never comes here again.
"If you so wish, my lady." Entirely deference to her, he bows his head. "I am sure he will be very sorry to have missed you." So sorry he's apparently gone off to sleep around.
Paloma hates it when she's innocent enough to dream.
Leaden, she reclaims her hand, but lets it hover over his wrist; looks at him, extends to touch Hyde's jaw. "As you say. My gratitude." With gentle fingers she turns him away by the chin, and kisses his cheek, for that means nothing, too.
He smiles. It might be mistaken for a smirk, but surely that's just the way his face is?
"And mine. It has been so long since I have had any other company, I had quite forgotten myself." Not entirely a lie - he has been very much alone, until Hyde appeared only a few nights ago. And he hasn't really had anything like a conversation with anyone. Even if it's nothing at all like what he implies. "Shall I walk you home? One never knows what sort of vile man is lurking about at night."
The way his everything is. She withdraws, expressionless aside from a barely responsive smile in reply.
"If you would like. I feel I may not be the best at talk, but I do not say no to this." Paloma stands, casting her line of sight around for the discarded hat and veil.
Spying it nearby, Hyde stoops to scoop up and offer the hat and veil to her, one arm held behind his back as he does. "Here you are. Although it seems a shame to hide such beauty."
Ah. Most gentlemanly. And the flattery-- Harry's taught her a lesson not too unlike what Carlos did, hasn't he? She should have learned it the first time, or not forgotten it.
Unmoved but laughing thinly, "A kindness! No need for that. My thanks are yours." Yes, thanks, she'll gingerly retake and cradle them.
For a horrible couple of moments, she can't do a thing except gaze dully at his throat.
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"Ah," the only word she thinks to say for ten of his heartbeats. "Elsewhere. The doctor must need distraction. Mr. Hyde, I do trespass here." Hurt makes the rasp more pronounced.
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"If I am let to be one, no? Very hard when you are not wanted."
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There can be no forgetting or discounting how he sets her teeth on edge. Paloma's kneejerk mistrust of Carlos is an instinct she should have listened to. She maintains her guard. "I cannot possibly be the only friend who has heard nothing from him. That could be a message."
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"Hope. What do you want of me?" She puts the question to him, to let Hyde know she has some awareness of a larger game being played, even if she can't yet see it unveiled.
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"I will not turn you out if that is the case. Although your freshness to society explains a thing or two!"
(As if she's not new, although tutored vigorously ...)
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He laughs nervously.
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Foolishly, very foolishly, that laugh distracts her from the building tension.
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She leans forward just so, a widow at confession, and doesn't do a damned thing about his hand. "If there is no wrong, there can be no harm." Harry ...
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"It is terribly late for a lady to be out on her own, is it not?"
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Her lashes lower demurely, but Paloma's palm turns up, thumb folding over his. "Very late, you are not wrong. While for a moment I am in good health and spirits, it is bad to walk too much at day."
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"Not until morning. You will see me gone before then, Mr. Hyde, but I am not certain I need stay."
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To his great fortune, gaslighting is a part of Paloma's daily living. Everything gets second-guessed. Her perceptions of reality are ... unreliable. That's the whole-hearted belief. Her eyes drift shut. "A message passed to him is good. Would you tell Harry I am sorry if I did harm, and send good luck for his work?"
It would be better, it would be wise, it would be just fine if she never comes here again.
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Leaden, she reclaims her hand, but lets it hover over his wrist; looks at him, extends to touch Hyde's jaw. "As you say. My gratitude." With gentle fingers she turns him away by the chin, and kisses his cheek, for that means nothing, too.
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"And mine. It has been so long since I have had any other company, I had quite forgotten myself." Not entirely a lie - he has been very much alone, until Hyde appeared only a few nights ago. And he hasn't really had anything like a conversation with anyone. Even if it's nothing at all like what he implies. "Shall I walk you home? One never knows what sort of vile man is lurking about at night."
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"If you would like. I feel I may not be the best at talk, but I do not say no to this." Paloma stands, casting her line of sight around for the discarded hat and veil.
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Unmoved but laughing thinly, "A kindness! No need for that. My thanks are yours." Yes, thanks, she'll gingerly retake and cradle them.
For a horrible couple of moments, she can't do a thing except gaze dully at his throat.
"The walk is very long. Perhaps a cab."
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