Fates Supports/Laslow Camilla

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Laslow: Ah! Lady Camilla. Fancy meeting you here.

Camilla: Why, Laslow. What serendipity! Out for a stroll, perchance?

Laslow: Yes, a change of pace seemed in order. And it appears I chose just the place! Any day on which I run into you, Lady Camilla, is a fine day indeed.

Camilla: Are you really so pleased to see me?

Laslow: But of course! You're a welcome sight at all times, Lady Camilla.

Camilla: Hmhmhm. You don't fool me, Laslow. If what my brother says is true, you say the same to every girl you meet.

Laslow: That makes me sound like a scoundrel! I wouldn't be so insincere as to say it to a woman who wasn't worthy. It's just that, to me, every woman meets that criteria...

Camilla: How gentlemanly...and how convenient.

Laslow: It's no mere excuse. Every woman is beautiful, if you look for it. Even so, your radiance outshines the pack, if I may be so bold.

Camilla: Ahaha...why, thank you.

Laslow: What do you say we go out for some tea, just the two of us?

Camilla: Hmm...I'll do it on one condition. Promise me you won't flirt with or woo any other woman, ever again. Do that, and the tea will be my treat.

Laslow: Wh-what you ask of me...it's impossible. There's simply no way.

Camilla: Then enjoy your teatime alone.

B Support

Laslow: I can't figure you out, Lady Camilla. You have layers...

Camilla: I don't think I'm so complicated, am I?

Laslow: You're warm and kind... But at the drop of a hat, you can also turn steely and harsh. Yet you seem to wear both attitudes quite comfortably.

Camilla: Could the same not be said for everyone?

Laslow: Perhaps. But it seems especially true in your case.

Camilla: I'm not the enigma you believe me to be. I'm kind to my allies and cruel to my enemies in equal measure.

Laslow: You do take a certain relish in showing your enemies no mercy, I've noticed. Watching you in battle makes me relieved that I don't count myself among them.

Camilla: Why should I show mercy to my enemies? They are obstacles to be eliminated.

Laslow: Is it always so black and white? I wonder. What if your enemy was someone you knew well? Surely you'd hesitate then.

Camilla: What a soft heart you have, Laslow.

Laslow: Why, thank you, Lady Camilla. I could say the same for you.

Camilla: ...It wasn't precisely a compliment. But so long as you never betray me, you will always have my favor.

Laslow: As long as you give me withering looks like that, I'd never dream of it...

Camilla: Ahaha! Pardon me.

Laslow: Please know that I would never betray you regardless, Lady Camilla. You may place your utmost trust in me.

Camilla: Of course, dearest Laslow. I was just considering the corner cases where you might make the wrong choice. I thought up a fair few deliciously cruel punishments to inflict upon you...

Laslow: D-did you now.

Camilla: "Punishments" might be the wrong word. "Torments" is more apt for the levels of pain I had in mind.

Laslow: I-I'll be sure to factor that in, should the decision ever arise...

Camilla: Very wise of you. Better to be in my good graces than in my torture dungeons, hmm?

A Support

Laslow: La DA, la da DA, laaa da daaaa... ♪

Camilla: You sing as beautifully as you dance, Laslow.

Laslow: Lady Camilla?! It's rude to watch without making your presence known. I like to know when I'm performing for an audience.

Camilla: Hmhmhm! I was too spellbound by your performance to say anything. I've not seen that style of dance before, though.

Laslow: I don't suppose you would have. It originates from a faraway kingdom.

Camilla: Is that where you hail from?

Laslow: For simplicity's sake, let's say yes.

Camilla: You must have traveled a very long way to get here, then.

Laslow: Ahahaha. More than you know.

Camilla: Yet you fight alongside us, on our behalf.

Laslow: Is that so wrong?

Camilla: Not wrong. Merely...odd. Why remain here, among us? Surely your own kingdom has its problems as well.

Laslow: Because I believe that what we are doing is right.

Camilla: But you have no ties to this land. No special reason to be here.

Laslow: That's a dreadful thing to say. I may not have been born and raised here, but I have many dear friends. Is it that odd that I would stake my life fighting for them?

Camilla: Not when you put it that way, no.

Laslow: If you have doubts as to my true allegiance, Lady Camilla, let me put them to rest. I stand firmly with you and yours, and always have, and always will.

S Support

Laslow: Lady Camilla, I must have a word with you, if you have the time.

Camilla: I do, Laslow, but please make it brief. I've other things to attend to.

Laslow: Then I'll keep this short and to the point. Lady Camilla, will you marry me?

Camilla: ...Be seated, Laslow.

Laslow: Y-yes, milady. Erm...you're not...angry, are you?

Camilla: I am beyond angry, Laslow. I am furious. One might even say livid.

Laslow: But why?! What have I done to offend you?

Camilla: I don't mind your little teases and minor flirtations. I've come to expect them. But this is taking such behavior to a level that is beyond the pale. A marriage proposal is not interchangeable with your other opening lines. It is a serious thing. Do you not see the gravity of your words?

Laslow: My apologies, Lady Camilla, if you took it as another of my usual advances. The fault may be mine for delivering it without the appropriate solemnity. But make no mistake, I do indeed want your hand in marriage.

Camilla: Laslow...

Laslow: I have a reputation as a ladies' man, but my feelings for you are genuine. Once more, sincerely... Will you marry me?

Camilla: If I said yes...IF... would you cease hitting on other women?

Laslow: W-well...in all honesty, probably not. But I can swear none of them would mean anything when I have you, Lady Camilla.

Camilla: That's a bit unfair to me, no?

Laslow: I can't deny that. Yet I also cannot help myself... It's who I am.

Camilla: Then I suppose I am bound to overlook it.

Laslow: Huh?

Camilla: I'm very fond of you, Laslow. And if that's part of you, then I'm fond of that part too. But I must be your only true love. If I ever have cause to doubt that, you will know such suffering. You'll be left to rot in my dungeon as a test subject for cruel new tortures.

Laslow: M-milady, I wouldn't—!

Camilla: Ahahah, I shouldn't tease. But, like you, I can't help myself. Don't worry. As long as I am foremost in your thoughts, you'll remain safe. Safe from all except my crushing embrace, that is...

Laslow: Lady Camilla... I vow to you that no matter what I might do or say to any other... my heart belongs to you, and you alone.

Camilla: I'll hold you to that, my lovely man.