"One's Own Passion is the Greatest Slavery"
OOC: This takes place four days after the whole snooping debacal and a day after this post. And yes this is definitely what Gunrunner was laughing about...
We’re no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling
Gotta make you understand
never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We’ve know each other for so long
Your heart’s been aching
But you’re too shy to say it
Inside we both know what’s been going on
We know the game and we’re gonna play it
And if you ask me how I’m feeling
Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see
(chorus)
-"Never Gonna Give You Up" - Rick Astley
The plan had been a spontaneous morning decision brought on by recent events the previous evenings conversation with Silvas reguarding the stolen jewelry. His brother was in love. He hadn’t believed it, he couldn’t believe it but now it stood as an inescapable truth. Despite Silvas’ cold, selfish, unruly and reckless ways he was madly in love.
He held the pendant in his hand and watched the emerald shimmer. It was a stunning piece and stolen. He smirked. There was something satisfying about giving stolen gifts, though he had not stolen this piece or commissioned it’s theft the same feeling was there. It was after all stolen from a museum and that had to count for something. The one thing that made stolen gifts as powerful as they were was the knowledge that the gift giver was willing to face jail and perhaps even death to give it to you. It was endearing from a seedy sort of perspective.
He gently set it back in the box and sat to write the note that would accompany it. He had been trying to write it properly for hours. He was not a poet and it never seemed to come out quite satisfying.
Sighing he again picked up the quill. A quill and ink in ones own hand was the only thing that would due for a love letter or a note. He smiled. Silvas was right he was a hopeless romantic, the knight in shining armor or the hero ready to brave the underworld for his love. He shook his head at his own thought. “You are a fool.” He sat staring at the paper, rolling the quill between his fingers. “What do you want to say?” he mumbled to himself. He sighed “I don’t know.” He laughed realizing he was talking to himself.
After another hour he finally got through the note and gazed at the crumpled mound of rejected notes. “You are a fool.” He thought but he ignored it and instead opted for his father’s words. “You never learn unless you continue to fall.” “Fall” he always wondered if he meant “to fail” or “to fall in love” to learn to love another. He at that moment needed the second meaning to steady his courage.
He found he was still afraid as he handed the box with its gift and note and ribbons to Janus. Alexia watched him leave and for the first time in years he felt uncertainty and excitement; tinged with fear and desire. The feelings of a man about to throw himself at the feet of a woman who had caught his eyes and perhaps even his hearts. He smiled thinking of her blushing, always blushing like a poet's maiden, she was undeniably stunning and the fact she was always shy made her that much more desirable.
He sighed but first there was business.
He had attended to the arrangements required by his Lord. It had been a battle to fulfill his request on this colony so far from Centauri Prime and on such short notice. Janus laughed having to resort to flat out threats to have things as they were requested and well with enough money people will do anything.
Janus hated looking for Tatyana. It was always like searching for a needle in a haystack as the humans say. She was always milling about and never in the same place but after nearly an hour of searching he saw her and approached politely.
“My Lady.”
He waits for her attention before continuing.
“Lord Refa has asked for your presence, may I escort you to him?”
He used his best courtly manners and though she was a slave she was also in the eyes of his master and therefore demanded all of the courtesies that would be given to a courtly woman. He waits for her reply and ready to inform Alexia of her answer. There was a smile on his lips warm and cheerful. He knew what this woman would be walking into and he felt like an older brother instructed to lead his sister to a surprise party.
We’re no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling
Gotta make you understand
never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We’ve know each other for so long
Your heart’s been aching
But you’re too shy to say it
Inside we both know what’s been going on
We know the game and we’re gonna play it
And if you ask me how I’m feeling
Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see
(chorus)
-"Never Gonna Give You Up" - Rick Astley
The plan had been a spontaneous morning decision brought on by recent events the previous evenings conversation with Silvas reguarding the stolen jewelry. His brother was in love. He hadn’t believed it, he couldn’t believe it but now it stood as an inescapable truth. Despite Silvas’ cold, selfish, unruly and reckless ways he was madly in love.
He held the pendant in his hand and watched the emerald shimmer. It was a stunning piece and stolen. He smirked. There was something satisfying about giving stolen gifts, though he had not stolen this piece or commissioned it’s theft the same feeling was there. It was after all stolen from a museum and that had to count for something. The one thing that made stolen gifts as powerful as they were was the knowledge that the gift giver was willing to face jail and perhaps even death to give it to you. It was endearing from a seedy sort of perspective.
He gently set it back in the box and sat to write the note that would accompany it. He had been trying to write it properly for hours. He was not a poet and it never seemed to come out quite satisfying.
Sighing he again picked up the quill. A quill and ink in ones own hand was the only thing that would due for a love letter or a note. He smiled. Silvas was right he was a hopeless romantic, the knight in shining armor or the hero ready to brave the underworld for his love. He shook his head at his own thought. “You are a fool.” He sat staring at the paper, rolling the quill between his fingers. “What do you want to say?” he mumbled to himself. He sighed “I don’t know.” He laughed realizing he was talking to himself.
After another hour he finally got through the note and gazed at the crumpled mound of rejected notes. “You are a fool.” He thought but he ignored it and instead opted for his father’s words. “You never learn unless you continue to fall.” “Fall” he always wondered if he meant “to fail” or “to fall in love” to learn to love another. He at that moment needed the second meaning to steady his courage.
He found he was still afraid as he handed the box with its gift and note and ribbons to Janus. Alexia watched him leave and for the first time in years he felt uncertainty and excitement; tinged with fear and desire. The feelings of a man about to throw himself at the feet of a woman who had caught his eyes and perhaps even his hearts. He smiled thinking of her blushing, always blushing like a poet's maiden, she was undeniably stunning and the fact she was always shy made her that much more desirable.
He sighed but first there was business.
He had attended to the arrangements required by his Lord. It had been a battle to fulfill his request on this colony so far from Centauri Prime and on such short notice. Janus laughed having to resort to flat out threats to have things as they were requested and well with enough money people will do anything.
Janus hated looking for Tatyana. It was always like searching for a needle in a haystack as the humans say. She was always milling about and never in the same place but after nearly an hour of searching he saw her and approached politely.
“My Lady.”
He waits for her attention before continuing.
“Lord Refa has asked for your presence, may I escort you to him?”
He used his best courtly manners and though she was a slave she was also in the eyes of his master and therefore demanded all of the courtesies that would be given to a courtly woman. He waits for her reply and ready to inform Alexia of her answer. There was a smile on his lips warm and cheerful. He knew what this woman would be walking into and he felt like an older brother instructed to lead his sister to a surprise party.