Flexible time

May 18, 2009 13:27

Having spoken to Celebrimbor, Pandora is on the look out for a young prince who should not, ever, at any rate, be in schackles. It’s very soon after sundown, and she is in her usual dark, close-fitted faux-victorian robes. She wears around her shoulders a colorful shawl that is not unlike one she lost recently and is purposefully striding towards ( Read more... )

type:open post, who:celebrimbor, who:sandor clegane, who:henry fitzroy, who:lleu

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lionbright May 18 2009, 18:34:40 UTC
He no longer cares that he's frightened. This personal quest has turned into something like a recurring dream, not quite a nightmare: always led by someone only half familiar or someone he's never met, and never quite leading to the expected goal. Again and again he starts looking, and is given a different name, and ends wandering in woods he doesn't recognize or talking to vampires or forgotten gods, creatures he doesn't quite believe in and is a deal afraid of. So it is with a certain stoic fatality that he comes to meet Pandora now.

and, by God, if he gets the same job done by two different people at the same time, well, we're flexible about that too.

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pandora_antioch May 18 2009, 18:40:08 UTC
She will appear almost by magic, once she has a lock on his position. Her voice is gentle, soft, very soothing in contrast to her almost abrupt appearance.

"It ends here," she murmurs. "Come, Prince. My consort awaits."

Heh, you never know. The Mansion. It is magic. Shackles can reappear during one's sleep. Or something. ^___^

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lionbright May 18 2009, 19:16:24 UTC
"I will be broken all over again when this is done," he says in a low voice. "I'd learned to use the bracelets as tools."

It's the band at his throat that marks him as a slave, but those at his wrists were an added humiliation because he was a prince. And it is in resistance to these that he has turned them into weapons.

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pandora_antioch May 18 2009, 19:19:51 UTC
Her voice is gentle, when she speaks. "The choice is yours entirely," she says, soothingly, respectfully. "If you wish to only remove the band, that can be done as well. And if you want to ask Celebrimbor to remove your bracelets, and to alter them, that you make have them on, or off, at your bidding, that is possible too."

Yes, she gleaned that in his mind, and she has no qualms about adressing the issue.

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fitzroyal May 19 2009, 00:37:21 UTC
Henry is outside after dark, looking for Lydia, as it happens, because he worries for her and wants to ask if she knows that Helen is back. He's still divided on what he's going to do about his fledgling.

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pandora_antioch May 19 2009, 00:41:42 UTC
She's around, and possibly also looking for Henry, since she does have news for him about his fledgling. She'll appear behind him, spontaneously.

"Henry."

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fitzroyal May 19 2009, 00:44:46 UTC
He doesn't jump, controlled enough for that, but turns, slowly, and almost smiles, closed mouthed. "Good evening."

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pandora_antioch May 19 2009, 01:48:30 UTC
She smiles back, in the same, quiet way. "Good evening, Henry."

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dontcallmeser May 19 2009, 00:39:58 UTC
He still has her scarf, but lately his thoughts have been occupied - in thoughts of songs, and birds, and a small girl who claimed him as her own for no good reason. Or, in darker moments, of older brothers and younger sisters, of young wolves and death.

He's walking outside after dark, and maybe it's recklessness, or maybe it's just that he's almost more comfortable here, where it's cool, and silent, with no one to ask questions.

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pandora_antioch May 19 2009, 00:44:27 UTC
And here she is nonetheless, a dark, elegant silhouette in his line of sight, that certainly wasn't there a moment before.

Taunting, almost.

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dontcallmeser May 19 2009, 00:50:33 UTC
It gets his attention, though, and his eyes sharpen, hand going to the sword hilt, watching the darkness. Wary.

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pandora_antioch May 19 2009, 01:49:23 UTC
She doesn't move, save for the wind in her curls. Her shawl seems to want to tear free.

::I was waiting for you.::

The voice is beautiful. It's almost angelic.

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