Even more drabbles! Give me a prompt from this list and I'll do my best.

( Delivered by a tired but still feisty bat... )

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Here, have a drink on the house.”

Honoria shot a venomous look at her bartender, who had the good grace to look chagrined. The customer was always right at the Crimson Ring, no matter what. With a sigh, Honoria turned on her heel and started to walk upstairs to make a note. That bartender would get quite the ( Read more... )

“You’re drunk, Aaron.” A hint of outrage crept into Honoria’s carefully composed veneer. “You’re drunk and you have no sense of boundaries ( Read more... )

 I am clay.

I drown in it, now. It fills my lungs, it chokes my breath, it seeps into my nostrils and pores, it is slowly becoming a vital part of me.

Except for my eyes. Those are still green. Or brown. Or red. Or gold. I'm not sure anymore.

I had to learn to walk again, you know? Like a baby. I am reborn into a hybrid of life and earth, a golem, a ( Read more... )

 Honoria feels nauseous as she walks toward the Crimson. She already has had difficult sleeping since she left the Comtessa with the Clay Man. But now, since Andrea has implied that the Comtessa might be dead...

After looking around and making sure that no one is around, Honoria is quietly sick in the alley, careful not to get any of it on herself. ( Read more... )

Honoria has been inside all day, arguing with Stephen over figures. Every so often, Stephen has a peevish day, which makes Honoria have a peevish day, and everything seems to go downhill from there.

She escapes when Stephen isn't looking, stepping out of a back door of the Crimson Ring, and decides to go for a walk. Not to the Bazaar, her last ( Read more... )

 I said I was going to wait until the bandwagon was rotting, but I'm too impatient for that. Let me know if you have any questions about Honoria or about my role playing or any suggestions etc etc ( Read more... )

The Bazaar is busy today. Well, it's always busy. But Honoria is enjoying the thrumming of humanity and other human-like things that pass around her. She feels that it gives her a kind of cover. It protects her from what she is about to do.

Honoria is looking for a mark.

She's always been quiet and unobtrusive. If a servant is seen or heard, they are ( Read more... )

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