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A Secluded Corner of the Park, Sunday Late Morning

Jeremy was the happiest man on earth, he really was! He'd jsut gotten married to the most beautiful girl he'd ever met, and even it had been a little on the sudden side, he didn't care. He just wanted to have a post-wedding picnic with his new wife.

So, he'd walked her to the park from the church, with a picnic basket that had just conveniently appeared from somewhere on the way, and once they got to a good spot, he lay a plaid quilt on the grass so Lucrezia didn't have to get her pretty self dirty.

"I'm so happy," he sighed, as he took a seat on the quilt. "How about you, Mrs. Darling?"

Or whatever her last name was by now.

[ooc: Mostly for the aforementioned wife, but there is a dead body in one bit of the OCD for passers-by to gawk at, so feel free!]

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"It is," she said. "I cannot imagine anything more wonderful."

This was the most perfect moment their marriage could ever aspire to. It would only be downhill from here. She knew that only too well from experience.

Really, she was doing him a favor.

"Have we any wine, my love?"

"I think we do," Jeremy nodded, then went to reach for the picnic basket to shortly produce a bottle of wine and two glasses. "And I was right, how about that?"

"Of course you were," she smiled, proudly. "You could never be wrong. You are too dear to me, husband. Too noble, and proud, and handsome."

She was fumbling with the new necklace that she had. The one that Cindy had changed, mid-wedding.

"Have you ever have spiced wine, my dearest Darling?"

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"At Christmas," he shrugged as he went to pour them each a glass, smiling the entire time. "Sometimes. My big sister loves it."

Though Karen loved anything that had to do with alcohol.

"I would show you spiced wine as my mother serves it," she said. Really, it was more like her brother served it. He was the poisoner of the family.

... next to her. She was the poisoner of the family. He stabbed people, more often.

She was playing again with her necklace, in a conspicuous-yet-apparently-supposed-to-be-secretive way. She added a few drops from the vial to his glass, and stirred with her finger, careful to remember not to lick the wine off.

"Though I would first charge a kiss," she said. One last kiss, then, to seal his fate, and to end their blissful, wonderful marriage. A rose without a thorn. A beautiful joy without the least sorrow.

"I can definitely deal with that," Jeremy murmured, already leaning in for a kiss.

It was going to be sweet, and completely oblivious to any immediate danger, because all she'd managed to do by playing with her necklace was draw his attention to her chest.

This kiss would have to last them a lifetime, or until she moved on, which would happen in a few hours. So it was very, very sweet, and there were even tears glimmering in her eyes. It was so the audience could sympathize with her, and make up theories that she was mentally unbalanced and not just an evil psychopathic killer for no good reason.

Good thing Cindy had insisted on the waterproof mascara.

"Drink, my lord," she said, handing over the wine glass. With its new spices. The ones that weren't poison.

"To love and marriage and my beautiful wife," Jeremy said, smiling at her as he reached out to clink his glass against hers, before then bringing it to his lips.

Dun dun dun.

Lucrezia raised her own glass. "To love, marriage, and the memory of us," she said, sadly.

He hadn't thought to ask why she hadn't spiced her own wine. It was quite delicious, and she drank deeply from her glass, even as tears spilled from her eyes to see him do the same.

Yeah, Jeremy pretty much drank it all in one big gulp. He had class like that. And then he frowned at her, concerned.

"Why are you crying?"

Oh, he'd be feeling it in a moment.

"Because I love you," she said, trembling with tears. "Because I shall never kiss those lips again. And because you were the sweetest, best husband I have ever had."

Aaaaaaaaaaaany second now.

Jeremy's frown turned confused. "What? What are y--?" Oh. Oh, that was not a good feeling, and he was overacting the hell out of it, gasping and doubling over. "What did you do?!"

Oh, why must he ruin it, right here at the end? Their marriage had been note-perfect, and he was going to spoil the ending as thoroughly as if one poured vinegar in the dessert of a fine meal.

"Shhhh," she murmured, pulling him close, and settling his head on her lap. "Be brave, my husband. It will pass in a moment."

But she'd poisoned him! He'd loved her with all his heart and she'd poisoned him! Jeremy thought he had the right to be a little upset.

But he couldn't talk, and could scarcely breathe, and soon enough (though not so soon as to rob himself of a good death scene) he no longer did neither. Dead.

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