#brotherlutece

[sisterlutece]

Rosalind frowns. "It seems our last name has been causing some confusion, brother. I believe people should really worry about other things rather than worrying whether we are the Lutece or the Luteces."

[ladyrosalind]

brotherlutece replied to your post: You should let your hair down.

“Beautiful.”

"Look out, your narcissism is showing."

[transxrbital]

Replying to people following us

Me: Long exposition on why they've met, and some sort of curious and/or hesitant response to their existence.

theroguishtype: What do you want? (heypayattentiontohowsexyIam)

heirofrapture: SPLICERS GONNA RIP U OPEN KILL U FUCK OFF TROLLOP NEED ADAM I'M FUCKING MAD

crimekingofrapture: I made you some hot kool-aid. DRINK IT. RIGHT NOW. THERE'S SO MUCH OF IT LEFT WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH IT smashes fruit machine and rips it open with fangs

brotherlutece: hi i'm the sociable twin want tea and cake? How about cake and more cake, then? I'mnotfatdon'tlookatme

sisterlutece: speaks in riddles then wanders away before you can figure it out I'm the antisocial twin where's Robert go bother him and his dumb dog

heknowsallyoursins: INCOMPREHENSIBLE TRUMPET NOISES

[ros-lutece-blog]

brotherlutece replied to your post: Have you ever spent time with your cousins as a child?

“Hm. I suppose the difference between us lies there—I often rolled about in the dirt as a young boy. Then again, I also attempted to create contraptions that would inevitably ruin some part of the household.”

"I expect nothing less from you, brother. I can picture a young-faced Robert riffling around in the grass for amusement. It carries something of a sweet sentiment."

[sisterlutece]

"Rosa?" He peered into the study. "I prepared tea. Would you like a cup?"

brotherlutece

At the sound of her brother’s voice, Rosalind stops going through her notes and looks back at the doorway to see his head peering into the room. “Brother. Yes, I would very much enjoy one right now.” She turns back towards the desk. “Two spoons of sugar, please.”

Smiling, he nodded and returned to the kitchen. The man took his time making a cup for her, wanting to get everything right. Then, he made himself a cup. Satisfied, he walked back into the study and set her cup down on the desk.

"Thank you, brother". She answers without looking at him, too engrossed in her current endeavor.

[sisterlutece]

"Rosa?" He peered into the study. "I prepared tea. Would you like a cup?"

At the sound of her brother’s voice, Rosalind stops going through her notes and looks back at the doorway to see his head peering into the room. “Brother. Yes, I would very much enjoy one right now.” She turns back towards the desk. “Two spoons of sugar, please.”

[sisterlutece]

"I am curious, brother. Why did you even accept to act as the intermediary to Comstock's plan in the first place?"

[sisterlutece]

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Rosalind frowns. "Mr. Fink. How do you do?" She barely manages to contain her emotions. Where is Robert when she needs him?

[sisterlutece]

If your brother is away then can you tell a story which by all means is embarrassing?

Rosalind thinks for a few moments. She smiles before starting to speak. “Well, apart from the recent incident with Lady Elizabeth… There was a certain event involving Robert, a loose shirt and protruding engine part.” She laughs, remembering the event. “I believe you can imagine what happened. You should ask Robert about  it.”

“He really should be more mindful of his manner of dress.”

Rosalind frowns. "Yes, I also think so, Lady Elizabeth. He should be more mindful of his actions and their consequences." She sighs, her expression softening. "Always a child at heart."

[sisterlutece]

If your brother is away then can you tell a story which by all means is embarrassing?

Rosalind thinks for a few moments. She smiles before starting to speak. “Well, apart from the recent incident with Lady Elizabeth… There was a certain event involving Robert, a loose shirt and protruding engine part.” She laughs, remembering the event. “I believe you can imagine what happened. You should ask Robert about  it.”

[ladyrosalind]

brotherlutece replied to your post: "Ah. Good afternoon dear sister."

He looks off to the side, trying to appear innocent. “Oh. no. I’ve been a good lad.”

She raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk upon her lips. "You know, brother, I find that rather difficult to believe."

[sisterlutece]

sisterlutece

Rosalind enters the room, smiling. "Hello, brother. What have you been keeping yourself busy with?"

Robert looks up, having been scratching at George’s head. “Hm. Nothing, actually. It has been a slow day.” He smiles.

She frowns at the image of George sitting in her brother's lap. "Well, it seems someone has been getting your attention all day." Rosalind sighs before sitting down next to her brother. "I am awfully bored, brother. Might you need help with something?"

[ladyrosalind]

"Ah. Good afternoon dear sister."

“Good afternoon to you as well, brother. I hope you haven’t been indulging yourself in too many sweets today. We are both well aware of the affect it has on your sleeping habits.”

[sisterlutece]

What are your thoughts on Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead?

“An amusing play based on characters from Shakespeare’s Hamlet.” Rosalind smiles. “I believe this question is based on the assumption that me my brother often act as this characters do in the play. A coincidence, I can assure you.” She turns to look at her brother. “Any insight you might want to give, brother?”

[transxrbital]

Headcanon: Elizabeth came for the tea, then stayed for the puppy

Now she comes for the puppy, but stays for Robert. He's not as bad company as she originally might have guess. The shirtlessness has nothing to do with it.

But it certainly isn't a bad thing.

Scolding him for being half naked is something she does more because it's a running joke and not because she actually minds.

[sisterlutece]

As she reads the telegram, Rosalind suddenly chokes on the tea she was drinking. She takes a few minutes to recover. “Me? Pregnant with Robert’s… That’s…” Her eyes soften. “I… I would keep it a secret. As long as possible.” She sighs “Which I believe wouldn’t be for very long. Robert is rather perceptive. Much too perceptive for his own good.” A small smile grows on her lips. Strange. The thought of such a baby terrifies her and yet, her heart seems to warm and her belly to flutter.

Robert pokes his head in, hair tousled and shirt loose. “A child? Hm. We are technically /dead/, you know. I wonder—if Comstock is sterile…” He thinks about it for a moment, regarding Rosalind thoughtfully. “…Wait.” Realization dawns on him.

Rosalind jumps on her chair, almost dropping her tea cup. "Brother? What are you..."