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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-07-28 11:33 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-07-28 11:33 pm
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Just a little exchange I wrote one day during class
"So tell me, Gizel, was this all part of your master plan?"
"Why, of course, Lady Sialeeds. I planned from the very beginning to die."
"How morose."
They sat across from each other for the first time in years, looking at each other without really seeing.
"And what about you, Lady Sialeeds? Surely you were not planning to die."
Her gaze was cool; her voice, nonchalant. "I was prepared for it. I was dealing with you, after all."
"You two... I see eight years have done little to melt the ice."
That placid smile that had long graced Gizel Godwin's face seemed to tighten around the corners. "Hiram."
"And our little piece of the apocalypse is now complete." Sialeeds smiled wryly at the newcomer, who bowed elegantly at the waist.
Hiram Barows had received traits mostly associated with his father, though he largely was missing the girth that oftentimes left Salum swaying like a demented pinwheel. His features were more masculine Euram's, his hair a dark gray -- a remnant of past relations between the royal family and Barows clan.
"Your Royal Highness Lady Sialeeds," acknowledged the young man, perfect teeth gleaming. He notably did not greet the blonde Godwin, but that was hardly surprising.
"Spare me the dramatics, Hiram," the lone woman sighed, already recovered from her initial surprise. She brushed a hand through her hair and shut her eyes. Hiram had been the frontrunner for the hand of Arshtat during the civil war several years ago, and would more than likely have succeeded had Nether Gate not been called upon to kill so many nobles. It appeared that Hiram maintained his appearance from when he had died, a sickeningly-smooth 24-year-old with a disarming smile.
She had never liked him.
"Why, of course, Lady Sialeeds. I planned from the very beginning to die."
"How morose."
They sat across from each other for the first time in years, looking at each other without really seeing.
"And what about you, Lady Sialeeds? Surely you were not planning to die."
Her gaze was cool; her voice, nonchalant. "I was prepared for it. I was dealing with you, after all."
"You two... I see eight years have done little to melt the ice."
That placid smile that had long graced Gizel Godwin's face seemed to tighten around the corners. "Hiram."
"And our little piece of the apocalypse is now complete." Sialeeds smiled wryly at the newcomer, who bowed elegantly at the waist.
Hiram Barows had received traits mostly associated with his father, though he largely was missing the girth that oftentimes left Salum swaying like a demented pinwheel. His features were more masculine Euram's, his hair a dark gray -- a remnant of past relations between the royal family and Barows clan.
"Your Royal Highness Lady Sialeeds," acknowledged the young man, perfect teeth gleaming. He notably did not greet the blonde Godwin, but that was hardly surprising.
"Spare me the dramatics, Hiram," the lone woman sighed, already recovered from her initial surprise. She brushed a hand through her hair and shut her eyes. Hiram had been the frontrunner for the hand of Arshtat during the civil war several years ago, and would more than likely have succeeded had Nether Gate not been called upon to kill so many nobles. It appeared that Hiram maintained his appearance from when he had died, a sickeningly-smooth 24-year-old with a disarming smile.
She had never liked him.
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