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Theme 10) Bad Advice for sm_monthly
Title: Incense
Author: Charlie Chaplin 2
Theme: Bad Advice
Genre: SilMil
Version: Manga
Rating: G
For some reason he always felt so very lost when she was around. He was the clever one, the handsome genius who had all the answers. But when it came to her, and her beautiful dark eyes, Zoisite could never seem to make his mind up about anything. He was not as spiritual as Nephrite, he could not read the omens or seek answers through the stars, the most he would do was visit the temple -always surrounded by the heady fog of incense which dulled his senses. He did not particularly like the place, and he sometimes found it uncomfortable to be near her. But when he felt compelled to visit the great temple, it was always at a time when he was questioning himself, and she never failed to provide him with answers.
“Do you realise what you’re suggesting?! Watch what you say, priestess, you have no right to give opinions on things you do not fully comprehend.” He stood up angrily from his position at the alter to face her. His mind clearing from the head ache caused by the temple’s perfume.
“But My Lord Zoisite,” she started in a shaken voice, “I am simply-”
He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, effectively silencing her. She stopped in her tracks, raising her hands in fear. Her shocked face quickly brought down his resolve, he was being irrational; she was an unarmed woman who was trying to help him. Endymion was being frustrating, he was becoming to lax, too risky in this business with the Moon Princess, things were moving too fast for Zoisite’s liking and he did not like the rumours that were stirring. The scent of the incense seemed to surround him once again. He sighed, “I’m sorry priestess Beryl, it’s very difficult for me to hear anyone speak ill of my Master.”
She approached him delicately; weary now, like a frightened animal. She touched his shoulders gently, guiding him into a kneeling position in front of the alter again. She took a place behind him, slowly moving her hands from his shoulders to his neck and up to the top knot in his hair.
“I- I could never speak against our Prince,” she murmured, lightly undoing the leather tie. She could hear Zoisite sigh and smiled, “he is our shining way, our light…”
She ran her fingers through his hair and Zoisite lost himself in the feeling, closing his eyes and letting his guard down.
“My Lord Zoisite, you know what I’m saying is true, the Moon has always viewed us with suspicion, they have never treated us as equals. What makes you think that they will treat our Prince any differently?”
Zoisite found it hard to think of a reason, he found it hard to think at all, “I…”
“You must listen to me My Lord Zoisite, I speak for the divine.”
He simply murmured in response, captivated by the smell of the temple and her beautiful fingers running through his long, copper hair. She grew more confident, “This union between the Moon Princess and our Prince will bring disaster,” her voice husky as it tickled his ear, “Endymion is being fooled.”
He shifted slightly, remembering vaguely that he should be angry at her daring lack of propriety in calling the Prince by his first name. But he was growing tired, the incense was making him drowsy and her hands and voice were so soothing. He barely managed to speak, “What you are suggesting…sounds like treason…”
She shushed him, like a mother puts a child to sleep, on her guard now that she realised he was trying to fight her, “My Lord Zoisite, my warnings are for the good of our Prince, for the protection of our country,” she snaked her pale arms around his torso and pulled him towards her gently, allowing his head to rest on her full chest. She continued to stroke his curly hair, he was helpless, the incense overpowered him, comforting him in a falsely warm sense of security. “I would never steer you wrong My Lord Zoisite. I would never give you bad advice.”
Title: Incense
Author: Charlie Chaplin 2
Theme: Bad Advice
Genre: SilMil
Version: Manga
Rating: G
For some reason he always felt so very lost when she was around. He was the clever one, the handsome genius who had all the answers. But when it came to her, and her beautiful dark eyes, Zoisite could never seem to make his mind up about anything. He was not as spiritual as Nephrite, he could not read the omens or seek answers through the stars, the most he would do was visit the temple -always surrounded by the heady fog of incense which dulled his senses. He did not particularly like the place, and he sometimes found it uncomfortable to be near her. But when he felt compelled to visit the great temple, it was always at a time when he was questioning himself, and she never failed to provide him with answers.
“Do you realise what you’re suggesting?! Watch what you say, priestess, you have no right to give opinions on things you do not fully comprehend.” He stood up angrily from his position at the alter to face her. His mind clearing from the head ache caused by the temple’s perfume.
“But My Lord Zoisite,” she started in a shaken voice, “I am simply-”
He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, effectively silencing her. She stopped in her tracks, raising her hands in fear. Her shocked face quickly brought down his resolve, he was being irrational; she was an unarmed woman who was trying to help him. Endymion was being frustrating, he was becoming to lax, too risky in this business with the Moon Princess, things were moving too fast for Zoisite’s liking and he did not like the rumours that were stirring. The scent of the incense seemed to surround him once again. He sighed, “I’m sorry priestess Beryl, it’s very difficult for me to hear anyone speak ill of my Master.”
She approached him delicately; weary now, like a frightened animal. She touched his shoulders gently, guiding him into a kneeling position in front of the alter again. She took a place behind him, slowly moving her hands from his shoulders to his neck and up to the top knot in his hair.
“I- I could never speak against our Prince,” she murmured, lightly undoing the leather tie. She could hear Zoisite sigh and smiled, “he is our shining way, our light…”
She ran her fingers through his hair and Zoisite lost himself in the feeling, closing his eyes and letting his guard down.
“My Lord Zoisite, you know what I’m saying is true, the Moon has always viewed us with suspicion, they have never treated us as equals. What makes you think that they will treat our Prince any differently?”
Zoisite found it hard to think of a reason, he found it hard to think at all, “I…”
“You must listen to me My Lord Zoisite, I speak for the divine.”
He simply murmured in response, captivated by the smell of the temple and her beautiful fingers running through his long, copper hair. She grew more confident, “This union between the Moon Princess and our Prince will bring disaster,” her voice husky as it tickled his ear, “Endymion is being fooled.”
He shifted slightly, remembering vaguely that he should be angry at her daring lack of propriety in calling the Prince by his first name. But he was growing tired, the incense was making him drowsy and her hands and voice were so soothing. He barely managed to speak, “What you are suggesting…sounds like treason…”
She shushed him, like a mother puts a child to sleep, on her guard now that she realised he was trying to fight her, “My Lord Zoisite, my warnings are for the good of our Prince, for the protection of our country,” she snaked her pale arms around his torso and pulled him towards her gently, allowing his head to rest on her full chest. She continued to stroke his curly hair, he was helpless, the incense overpowered him, comforting him in a falsely warm sense of security. “I would never steer you wrong My Lord Zoisite. I would never give you bad advice.”