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Mocha #9. Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink with Hot Fudge and Malt
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1250's
Word Count : 627
Malt Prompt : Bingo - Sethan + bored + help + destiny + never (Falootin, is it ok I removed the '!' ? if not, I will retract the malt)
So, this is major spoiler if you've been following the later Sethan stuff and wondering what he's up to.
"You see that?" Reida thrust the book, thumb pressed between the open pages, in front of Sethan's face.
Sethan scrambled to grab the book, caught and steadied it in both hands, and blinked for a`moment at the text. "I do," he said.
Reida waited for him to elaborate. Instead, he quietly offered the book back up to her. She snatched it out of his hands, flipped it over, and scanned the page to be sure she'd opened it to the right place. She had. She peered over it at Sethan, still calmly seated at his desk. He'd retrieved his pen and gone back to the sigil-laced parchments scattered before him. "And you know what it means?" she said, slowly.
"I do."
“And you're not more excited about it?” She snapped the book shut and tossed it on the desk. “A god, Sethan, you could summon a god. Hell, you could summon them all. Just think what you could do with-" There was that insufferable grin. Reida's fists curled and she fixed Sethan with a glare. "You already know this, don't you?"
“Perhaps.” He picked up the book and moved it off of his work, gently laying it down in an empty patch.
“Bastard.” Reida swung a foot through the air at his chair. “You could tell me these things, you know.”
Sethan leaned back, draped an arm over the back of the chair, and turned the grin on full force. “I know,” he said. “But where's the fun in that?”
This time she let her foot hit a leg of the chair. It wobbled for a moment and Sethan snapped upright. “So are you going to do it?” she said.
“Summon a god? It would be something to see, now wouldn't it?”
She trailed a finger along his shoulder, dragged it up his neck, and put on her best non-threatening smile. “I… could help you.”
“This.” He swatted her hand away. “This is why I didn't tell you.”
Reida snorted and folded her arms as she turned away. “You're not getting a baby out of Kairn, you know.”
There was the sigh that usually followed such remarks, then the scrape of the chair being pushed away from the desk and the scuffling of papers. “It's not as if I'm ready to get one out of anyone.” She turned back to find him standing, the papers none too neatly gathered on the desk, ticking items off on his fingers. “I would need to keep it safe - no small feat, I’m sure - need to find the place, the procedure.” He lowered his hands, fingers still splayed, to glare at her. “Without letting anyone else know why.”
Reida scrunched up her face as she thought it over, wondering just how detailed the plan might already be, knowing there wasn’t much chance of dragging it out of him. “So,” she said, “does Kairn know?”
“No.”
“And you aren't going to tell him.” She pulled her arms tighter against her chest. “Just like you weren't going to tell me.”
“I trusted you to figure it out on your own,“ said Sethan. He turned back to the desk in an attempt to properly straighten his work. “We'll see if it's necessary to tell Kairn. You never know, it might be more useful to leave him in the dark.”
“You are a bastard, you know that?” Sethan merely shook his head as he continued to shuffle papers about. “When you are ready, you'll remember I offered?”
The question hung in the air for a moment, amidst the scrape and slap of parchment. Sethan turned, at last, to face her and a look passed over his features as if he’d just ingested something bitter. “I will...try to keep that in mind,” he said.
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1250's
Word Count : 627
Malt Prompt : Bingo - Sethan + bored + help + destiny + never (Falootin, is it ok I removed the '!' ? if not, I will retract the malt)
So, this is major spoiler if you've been following the later Sethan stuff and wondering what he's up to.
"You see that?" Reida thrust the book, thumb pressed between the open pages, in front of Sethan's face.
Sethan scrambled to grab the book, caught and steadied it in both hands, and blinked for a`moment at the text. "I do," he said.
Reida waited for him to elaborate. Instead, he quietly offered the book back up to her. She snatched it out of his hands, flipped it over, and scanned the page to be sure she'd opened it to the right place. She had. She peered over it at Sethan, still calmly seated at his desk. He'd retrieved his pen and gone back to the sigil-laced parchments scattered before him. "And you know what it means?" she said, slowly.
"I do."
“And you're not more excited about it?” She snapped the book shut and tossed it on the desk. “A god, Sethan, you could summon a god. Hell, you could summon them all. Just think what you could do with-" There was that insufferable grin. Reida's fists curled and she fixed Sethan with a glare. "You already know this, don't you?"
“Perhaps.” He picked up the book and moved it off of his work, gently laying it down in an empty patch.
“Bastard.” Reida swung a foot through the air at his chair. “You could tell me these things, you know.”
Sethan leaned back, draped an arm over the back of the chair, and turned the grin on full force. “I know,” he said. “But where's the fun in that?”
This time she let her foot hit a leg of the chair. It wobbled for a moment and Sethan snapped upright. “So are you going to do it?” she said.
“Summon a god? It would be something to see, now wouldn't it?”
She trailed a finger along his shoulder, dragged it up his neck, and put on her best non-threatening smile. “I… could help you.”
“This.” He swatted her hand away. “This is why I didn't tell you.”
Reida snorted and folded her arms as she turned away. “You're not getting a baby out of Kairn, you know.”
There was the sigh that usually followed such remarks, then the scrape of the chair being pushed away from the desk and the scuffling of papers. “It's not as if I'm ready to get one out of anyone.” She turned back to find him standing, the papers none too neatly gathered on the desk, ticking items off on his fingers. “I would need to keep it safe - no small feat, I’m sure - need to find the place, the procedure.” He lowered his hands, fingers still splayed, to glare at her. “Without letting anyone else know why.”
Reida scrunched up her face as she thought it over, wondering just how detailed the plan might already be, knowing there wasn’t much chance of dragging it out of him. “So,” she said, “does Kairn know?”
“No.”
“And you aren't going to tell him.” She pulled her arms tighter against her chest. “Just like you weren't going to tell me.”
“I trusted you to figure it out on your own,“ said Sethan. He turned back to the desk in an attempt to properly straighten his work. “We'll see if it's necessary to tell Kairn. You never know, it might be more useful to leave him in the dark.”
“You are a bastard, you know that?” Sethan merely shook his head as he continued to shuffle papers about. “When you are ready, you'll remember I offered?”
The question hung in the air for a moment, amidst the scrape and slap of parchment. Sethan turned, at last, to face her and a look passed over his features as if he’d just ingested something bitter. “I will...try to keep that in mind,” he said.