Upon what instrument are we two spanned? [closed]
Characters: Light Yagami perfect_justice and Uni Giglio Nero onlyluminous
Content: A lieutenant with ambitions. A healer without a past. Recognition, conversation, and tea.
Setting: A surprisingly upscale little tea shop/pavilion set up in the temporary town.
Time: Early to late afternoon, the same as this log. (Why, they might be in the same place at the same time. Imagine that.)
Warnings: Mind games, nothing more.
Even though she had managed to slip away once before a certain quartermaster had insisted on accompanying her everywhere she went -- and at this, Uni couldn't quite suppress a shudder, because although she didn't exactly dislike the man she suspected prolonged contact with him just might drive her insane -- the feeling of solitude was none too welcome as she wandered the dry, dusty maze of shops set up around the venue for the races. As had become her habit when not doing anything related to the ship, she wore slightly more elaborate clothes than usual. Something like what she had done back in Bellcius. Uni told herself it was because it was a visible symbol of her other life, her role as his instrument; because she was a piece poised on the edge of being played and she could feel the weight of an unseen enemy's gaze looming on the horizon. The truth was, sometimes she missed the feel of satin and silk against her skin.
(Or perhaps she was trying to remember because she was afraid she would forget.)
But she would never have admitted that, just as she would never have admitted that it was the scent of flowers, camellias and roses and heliotrope, that drew her to the tea shop, well shaded by an awning, set up a little ways from what was more or less the main road. She stepped into the shade, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer light.
It was a lovely place, if hauntingly familiar. Uni moved past tables set with flowers -- arranged in the style that was once in fashion in Bellcius, she noted -- and settled in a couch near the back of the shop. She untied the fastenings of her light coat with something like relief and brushed imagined dust from the lace of her sleeves.
Content: A lieutenant with ambitions. A healer without a past. Recognition, conversation, and tea.
Setting: A surprisingly upscale little tea shop/pavilion set up in the temporary town.
Time: Early to late afternoon, the same as this log. (Why, they might be in the same place at the same time. Imagine that.)
Warnings: Mind games, nothing more.
Even though she had managed to slip away once before a certain quartermaster had insisted on accompanying her everywhere she went -- and at this, Uni couldn't quite suppress a shudder, because although she didn't exactly dislike the man she suspected prolonged contact with him just might drive her insane -- the feeling of solitude was none too welcome as she wandered the dry, dusty maze of shops set up around the venue for the races. As had become her habit when not doing anything related to the ship, she wore slightly more elaborate clothes than usual. Something like what she had done back in Bellcius. Uni told herself it was because it was a visible symbol of her other life, her role as his instrument; because she was a piece poised on the edge of being played and she could feel the weight of an unseen enemy's gaze looming on the horizon. The truth was, sometimes she missed the feel of satin and silk against her skin.
(Or perhaps she was trying to remember because she was afraid she would forget.)
But she would never have admitted that, just as she would never have admitted that it was the scent of flowers, camellias and roses and heliotrope, that drew her to the tea shop, well shaded by an awning, set up a little ways from what was more or less the main road. She stepped into the shade, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer light.
It was a lovely place, if hauntingly familiar. Uni moved past tables set with flowers -- arranged in the style that was once in fashion in Bellcius, she noted -- and settled in a couch near the back of the shop. She untied the fastenings of her light coat with something like relief and brushed imagined dust from the lace of her sleeves.