Diablotin Drabbles
Nov. 18th, 2008 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
measured_wordsA couple of little indulgences I allowed myself today!
First Choice
She could tell right away that he was shopping for something. He'd circled through the available girls, who fawned and giggled and pressed themselves against him. He seemed content enough, but moved on, eventually coming to sit by her.
"What's your name?"
"Roene." She smiled, angling her body towards him.
"And who are you Roene?"
She tried to sound dismissive rather than defensive. "That's not important."
"No, perhaps not…" He looked her over, taking in her form, but his calm gaze settled on her eyes as he took her hand. "Tell me, Roene… who are you going to be tonight?"
Chancellor Kalman
Rumors circulated about the Empress’s health, but the truth sang through the harpsichord as melodies wandered with the Chancellor’s thoughts.
She was dying. It would be Kalman’s job to hold together the empire until someone new could take her place - new consequences from actions forty years past. So many changes were needed, and the Empire wasn’t ready. It had seemed to clear to him before, but the weight of losing his friend muddled his thoughts.
He was no longer sure he was ready to push for the progress he saw as necessary…
The notes fell heavy from his fingers.
First Choice
She could tell right away that he was shopping for something. He'd circled through the available girls, who fawned and giggled and pressed themselves against him. He seemed content enough, but moved on, eventually coming to sit by her.
"What's your name?"
"Roene." She smiled, angling her body towards him.
"And who are you Roene?"
She tried to sound dismissive rather than defensive. "That's not important."
"No, perhaps not…" He looked her over, taking in her form, but his calm gaze settled on her eyes as he took her hand. "Tell me, Roene… who are you going to be tonight?"
Chancellor Kalman
Rumors circulated about the Empress’s health, but the truth sang through the harpsichord as melodies wandered with the Chancellor’s thoughts.
She was dying. It would be Kalman’s job to hold together the empire until someone new could take her place - new consequences from actions forty years past. So many changes were needed, and the Empire wasn’t ready. It had seemed to clear to him before, but the weight of losing his friend muddled his thoughts.
He was no longer sure he was ready to push for the progress he saw as necessary…
The notes fell heavy from his fingers.
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Date: 2008-11-19 02:47 am (UTC)Poor Kalman in the second one.
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Date: 2008-11-19 04:25 am (UTC)