A Moment's Glance
The soft sound of feet on the ground, the maids were almost all asleep. Night clung to the white walls and the air exchanger hummed a low song. The white curtains billowed across a window that opened into the garden. The wind and rain of the storm buffeted the window. Air currents, the glass was cold.
Tip tap tip tap tap tap tap.
The sound of bare feet in the hall, and the soft swish of his white dressing gown. White, white, all very white and yet so very dark. The glowbulbs only cast a soft light that sent shadows scurrying away from him. Ishamael smiled. He would have no further need tonight of Astoreth.
The brief, protesting beeps of the keypad as he keyed in transparency to the door window slot. She was curled up in the corner of the room with blankets around her. She always hated empty space around her. It was... cute in a way. He would have to do something with her. An unfortunate accident, perhaps... Yes, yes, that is what he would tell Mesaana.
It would serve his purposes admirably. He doubted that Astoreth would go to her death quietly, but that mattered little. She could not stand against him.
A few keystrokes on the pad. She could not leave her room till he unlocked it. He did not want her doing something more rash than she already had. Her visit to her mother, easily seen on security footage, was not disruptive, but there were others in the house that he did not want her contacting, most of all, her father.
With a few more keystrokes, he readjusted the transparency, and slid off down the white hall.
Tip tap tip tap tap tap tap.
Tip tap tip tap tap tap tap.
The sound of bare feet in the hall, and the soft swish of his white dressing gown. White, white, all very white and yet so very dark. The glowbulbs only cast a soft light that sent shadows scurrying away from him. Ishamael smiled. He would have no further need tonight of Astoreth.
The brief, protesting beeps of the keypad as he keyed in transparency to the door window slot. She was curled up in the corner of the room with blankets around her. She always hated empty space around her. It was... cute in a way. He would have to do something with her. An unfortunate accident, perhaps... Yes, yes, that is what he would tell Mesaana.
It would serve his purposes admirably. He doubted that Astoreth would go to her death quietly, but that mattered little. She could not stand against him.
A few keystrokes on the pad. She could not leave her room till he unlocked it. He did not want her doing something more rash than she already had. Her visit to her mother, easily seen on security footage, was not disruptive, but there were others in the house that he did not want her contacting, most of all, her father.
With a few more keystrokes, he readjusted the transparency, and slid off down the white hall.
Tip tap tip tap tap tap tap.