[Deaths] Eduard De'Ath & the Morrigan
Title: never simple
'Verse/characters: Deaths; Eduard De'Ath, the Morrigan
Prompt: 48C "cycles"
Word Count: 177
Notes: not sure when this is in relation to the other campaign pieces.
The Morrigan had rolled herself into a complicated, upside down twist on the loveseat while they were discussing options. He didn't want to think about what sort of pose she might have managed, given a chaise lounge, so instead asked "Is there anyone we've forgotten?"
"Shiva," the Morrigan said immediately, like it was an obvious oversight.
He looked over at her, raised an eyebrow at her face and did not look at the way her breasts had shifted nearly out of her shirt. "There hasn't been a Shiva in centuries. Kali saw to that."
She smiled, rolled herself back upright, crossed her legs primly high up on the thigh, hooked one leg behind the other. "Want to bet?"
He thought about it for a while, calculating odds in his head. Eventually, "No, I can't say I do. Can he be counted on?"
She laughed. "He's Shiva, my lord. You know the stories better than I do--can he be?"
He sighed, made a note. "One more wild card, then. Thank you, my dear."
She dimpled. "Of course, m'lord."
'Verse/characters: Deaths; Eduard De'Ath, the Morrigan
Prompt: 48C "cycles"
Word Count: 177
Notes: not sure when this is in relation to the other campaign pieces.
The Morrigan had rolled herself into a complicated, upside down twist on the loveseat while they were discussing options. He didn't want to think about what sort of pose she might have managed, given a chaise lounge, so instead asked "Is there anyone we've forgotten?"
"Shiva," the Morrigan said immediately, like it was an obvious oversight.
He looked over at her, raised an eyebrow at her face and did not look at the way her breasts had shifted nearly out of her shirt. "There hasn't been a Shiva in centuries. Kali saw to that."
She smiled, rolled herself back upright, crossed her legs primly high up on the thigh, hooked one leg behind the other. "Want to bet?"
He thought about it for a while, calculating odds in his head. Eventually, "No, I can't say I do. Can he be counted on?"
She laughed. "He's Shiva, my lord. You know the stories better than I do--can he be?"
He sighed, made a note. "One more wild card, then. Thank you, my dear."
She dimpled. "Of course, m'lord."