Black Glass
Antimony watched the ends of the robe flit about as he followed it. He always has to wear it, doesn’t he? The fabric flicked around a corner, and Antimony spun to follow. The pile of ledgers weighed heavily in his arms, dragging him down even further.
‘Hurry up, Antimony.’ Antimony rolled his eyes. Firstly, they didn’t need to hurry; they just ( Read more... )
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Maudlin Trickett is a gift of a character. Even though you've described her office decor and her attire in great detail, I dearly want to see a picture of both- and that could very well be the effect you were going for, especially as Antimony's thoughts feature in this piece. You communicated his agony in a way that is bitterly humourous and endearing, and not to the point of being twee either- you don't really want to coddle Antimony, but you want to take the pile of folders out of his hands and give him a sympathetic smile as you bash Mahogany into a robed, pretentious pulp with them.
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