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#cornwall cheating the natives of their land? in which case i imagine soka def has more incentive to have the docs than the gang
gwidien · 6 months
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@wiiaca (continued from here):
"Miss Sokanon." He stretches her name, now dipping his head. Always theatrical.
He settles beside her but doesn't take a seat. He can see the wear and tear on her face. Perhaps it's lack of sleep or, more likely, the exhaustion that comes from being out of your element—a bounty hunter in a glitzy high-society party. A fish out of water. 
"The stuff dreams are made of, my dear. The stuff… dreams are made of," he answers, catching a couple sitting further off in the distance. They won't hear. “I've heard from a very good friend of mine about an Evelyn Miller," he starts, the last name rolling slow and winding. "Supposedly, he's come lobbying Mayor Lemieux in the aid of the Indians - and who I've heard has made quite the bedfellow with a certain Cornwall, so it goes." The start of that came out with a hard 'k' sound, lingering. Trelawny stops leaning towards her. Someone walks by.
"—And I told her, 'My dear, I would propose'" —he starts, the words lifting bright— "'but we're already married!'"
They walk past them, smiling a laugh, and he watches them disappear. He looks back to Soka, a spark on his face. 
"Cornwall's called demanding he sign some papers in his office," he says, the stars in his eyes. "But you didn't hear it from me."
She has a potential friend in Mr. Miller, maybe some ammunition against Cornwall, both of them right here at this very house. The rosebushes rustle in the breeze, and fireworks pop overtop of her.
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