In the Bleak Midwinter
Jan 18, 2018 3:23:21 GMT -6
Post by Lady Nocturne on Jan 18, 2018 3:23:21 GMT -6
Victoria spent the time it took the boy to catch up breathing deeply. Much as the idea of blazing into the restaurant in her full dark glory appealed to her, now was hardly the time. Later, she promised, talking silently to the Jewel. Later, my dear. Once we deal with this fool... As if soothed by her words, she felt the pulse of magic die back down. She let her hand fall, no longer needing to conceal the purple light.
The sweet sound of submission helped too. The boy's contrite words were as an elixir to her soul -- maybe not quite as sweet as his own soul would be, but close. She actually turned a smile on him again, so pleased was she with this success.
"No, you do not deserve it; but I will give you another chance. Perhaps, if you're a good boy, I may even forgive you. Now..."
She was seriously tempted to say "ladies first" -- or some variant thereof -- but restrained herself. Such childishness was beneath her; and besides, she may as well play up the idea of being a normal lady. After all, it did mean he was playing the role of a servant, as he should.
So she loosened her sash, slipping it into an inside pocket of the robe, which she then slipped off and handed over. Underneath she was still all in black; a long, shimmering satin dress, accenting the pale skin of her upper arms and shoulders; and the silver setting of a large, dark Jewel that hung from a slender chain about her neck, cradled on her upper chest. It was quiet now, a mere ornament to complement the dark lady.
She stepped inside, through a small vestibule into the bar proper. She swept the other patrons with her gaze; noting a few vaguely familiar figures, including a blond fellow entertaining three female companions. She sneered faintly at the hostility she read in their faces and bodies. Why waste it on a man like that?
The place had once been an old-fashioned club, and it still resembled such, with wood-panelled walls; fancy brass fixtures; tables and booths for those seeking a more languid meal, and of course the bar itself. There was a dart board in this room, a billiards table in another room -- all the trappings needed for a gentleman of means and culture. Or, in this modern era, a lady.
Nocturne gestured to the maitre d', who had been hovering around the blond and his entourage. "A table, please," she commanded as he hurried over, "For two."
((:3 More like two Queens.~
Right back at you. xD You certainly have good reason to be slow.
Also, I decided I wanted her coat/robe to be real, not generated by the Jewel. Partly because it saves fuss, but also because I fancy it's something she would have. I hope you don't mind the retcon.))
The sweet sound of submission helped too. The boy's contrite words were as an elixir to her soul -- maybe not quite as sweet as his own soul would be, but close. She actually turned a smile on him again, so pleased was she with this success.
"No, you do not deserve it; but I will give you another chance. Perhaps, if you're a good boy, I may even forgive you. Now..."
She was seriously tempted to say "ladies first" -- or some variant thereof -- but restrained herself. Such childishness was beneath her; and besides, she may as well play up the idea of being a normal lady. After all, it did mean he was playing the role of a servant, as he should.
So she loosened her sash, slipping it into an inside pocket of the robe, which she then slipped off and handed over. Underneath she was still all in black; a long, shimmering satin dress, accenting the pale skin of her upper arms and shoulders; and the silver setting of a large, dark Jewel that hung from a slender chain about her neck, cradled on her upper chest. It was quiet now, a mere ornament to complement the dark lady.
She stepped inside, through a small vestibule into the bar proper. She swept the other patrons with her gaze; noting a few vaguely familiar figures, including a blond fellow entertaining three female companions. She sneered faintly at the hostility she read in their faces and bodies. Why waste it on a man like that?
The place had once been an old-fashioned club, and it still resembled such, with wood-panelled walls; fancy brass fixtures; tables and booths for those seeking a more languid meal, and of course the bar itself. There was a dart board in this room, a billiards table in another room -- all the trappings needed for a gentleman of means and culture. Or, in this modern era, a lady.
Nocturne gestured to the maitre d', who had been hovering around the blond and his entourage. "A table, please," she commanded as he hurried over, "For two."
((:3 More like two Queens.~
Right back at you. xD You certainly have good reason to be slow.
Also, I decided I wanted her coat/robe to be real, not generated by the Jewel. Partly because it saves fuss, but also because I fancy it's something she would have. I hope you don't mind the retcon.))