Mr. Lucifer Box Entertains
There are many things in life that I enjoy. Being shot was nowhere on that list. In fact, it was very far down the list of “things I do not enjoy and avoided whenever possible”. For a start, bandages really weren’t fashionable and they make me look awfully pale. It’s not even that rather fetching pale one sees sometimes in the depth of winter.
At least Charlie didn’t seem to mind. His bedside manner had very much improved and he made a surprisingly good nursemaid. The occasional tumble when I got far too bored of staying in bed, resting and doing absolutely nothing didn’t hurt anything either. In fact, it changed the ridiculous ache of the wound into one that was much more pleasant. Since this mess in Italy and, especially bedbound as I was, Charlie was very high on the list of things I really, really enjoy. Especially sprawled out and naked under the sheets beside me.
Several weeks ago, spending time with the ever delightful Miss Bella Pok was also very high on this same list. I simply delighted in it, revelled in it, couldn’t wait to be able to do it again. Her beauty was art in itself and there was very little about her that I could find disagreeable. Believe me, that is quite the achievement. Of course, this lasted until she started trying to feed me prussic acid. Sometimes, I’m incredibly glad of the senses I’ve developed doing my job.
That certainly knocked her from the “good things” list to the very top of the “very bad things” list. These lists are, of course, completely theoretical, you understand; they don’t really exist. I don’t spend my time making lists.
Cold, hard steel in eyes that once looked at me with such soft adoration, that once lit up and sparkled when she laughed - she was a good actor, I’ll give her that much, and it was really quite the pity that she was apparently completely out of her mind and would not listen to an ounce of reason.
It was simple unbelievable; a routine assassination that had lead to this! It hadn’t even been a spectacular assignment of any kind. And after having survived that mess that was that whole ordeal with the Vesuvius Club too. That simply wouldn’t do; Lucifer Box was not supposed to die like this. I simply couldn’t let that happen.
Despite the fact that I was more nauseous than I ever remembered being in my life and practically swimming in pain, I forced myself to roll - at the risk of doing no small amount of damage to my person - off the bed, my elegant fingers closing around the glass of wine as I fell, and onto the floor.
Well, what should have been the floor anyway.
I hit the ground and felt sand against my bare skin. Opening my eyes, I noticed there was no homicidal Miss Pok glaring at me, bearing over me in all her rage. In fact, there was no hotel room at all - no bed, no pillow, no tussled sheets, spoiled by my earlier fun and games with Charlie. There was just clear blue sky and the sea.
And, of course, the sand I was currently lying stark naked on. It was considerably less dramatic than I’d been picturing, that was for sure. Then again, I suppose that depended completely on who you were. A naked man on a beach, no matter how gorgeous the man was - and I can’t deny that I am gorgeous - was certainly something dramatic for someone.
“Well,” I said, looking around, sitting very slowly up and covering certain parts of my anatomy. There were some things you shouldn’t see when taking a walk along the beach, and there was still every chance I’d run into a child. Or a lady, but it was the child I was more worried about. “This really is quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in, Lucifer.”
[OOC: Enter Lucifer Box, wearing nothing but bandages and a very surprised look on his face. My muse, ladies and gentlemen. ST and LTs are all appreciated!]
At least Charlie didn’t seem to mind. His bedside manner had very much improved and he made a surprisingly good nursemaid. The occasional tumble when I got far too bored of staying in bed, resting and doing absolutely nothing didn’t hurt anything either. In fact, it changed the ridiculous ache of the wound into one that was much more pleasant. Since this mess in Italy and, especially bedbound as I was, Charlie was very high on the list of things I really, really enjoy. Especially sprawled out and naked under the sheets beside me.
Several weeks ago, spending time with the ever delightful Miss Bella Pok was also very high on this same list. I simply delighted in it, revelled in it, couldn’t wait to be able to do it again. Her beauty was art in itself and there was very little about her that I could find disagreeable. Believe me, that is quite the achievement. Of course, this lasted until she started trying to feed me prussic acid. Sometimes, I’m incredibly glad of the senses I’ve developed doing my job.
That certainly knocked her from the “good things” list to the very top of the “very bad things” list. These lists are, of course, completely theoretical, you understand; they don’t really exist. I don’t spend my time making lists.
Cold, hard steel in eyes that once looked at me with such soft adoration, that once lit up and sparkled when she laughed - she was a good actor, I’ll give her that much, and it was really quite the pity that she was apparently completely out of her mind and would not listen to an ounce of reason.
It was simple unbelievable; a routine assassination that had lead to this! It hadn’t even been a spectacular assignment of any kind. And after having survived that mess that was that whole ordeal with the Vesuvius Club too. That simply wouldn’t do; Lucifer Box was not supposed to die like this. I simply couldn’t let that happen.
Despite the fact that I was more nauseous than I ever remembered being in my life and practically swimming in pain, I forced myself to roll - at the risk of doing no small amount of damage to my person - off the bed, my elegant fingers closing around the glass of wine as I fell, and onto the floor.
Well, what should have been the floor anyway.
I hit the ground and felt sand against my bare skin. Opening my eyes, I noticed there was no homicidal Miss Pok glaring at me, bearing over me in all her rage. In fact, there was no hotel room at all - no bed, no pillow, no tussled sheets, spoiled by my earlier fun and games with Charlie. There was just clear blue sky and the sea.
And, of course, the sand I was currently lying stark naked on. It was considerably less dramatic than I’d been picturing, that was for sure. Then again, I suppose that depended completely on who you were. A naked man on a beach, no matter how gorgeous the man was - and I can’t deny that I am gorgeous - was certainly something dramatic for someone.
“Well,” I said, looking around, sitting very slowly up and covering certain parts of my anatomy. There were some things you shouldn’t see when taking a walk along the beach, and there was still every chance I’d run into a child. Or a lady, but it was the child I was more worried about. “This really is quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in, Lucifer.”
[OOC: Enter Lucifer Box, wearing nothing but bandages and a very surprised look on his face. My muse, ladies and gentlemen. ST and LTs are all appreciated!]