Conversation Space IV.

[powersthatbe]

The small room is painted a dark beige, with stained wood paneling on the lower half, and lush burgundy carpeting. The ceiling, however, is cracked and bowed, sagging alarmingly, occasionally shedding chips of plaster. Wrought-iron lamp-posts in the corners suspend pale, wan globes of light, and between them along the walls run rows of painted sunflowers, all turned towards the center of the room as if listening attentively. A jutting spire of granite rises from the floor on a diagonal, its flattened top sporting a cracked wineglass from which the wine (a white) slowly spatters teardrops across the plinth. And there is no chair, but a therapist’s couch, blue with gold trim, and ornate scrollwork on the legs, beside which the fluted horn of a phonograph player pipes music into the room, quiet enough to just be background ambience.

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[willyousee]

Alcuin shivers under her hand, a strange mix of pleasure and heavy dejection.  His flaws.  Not his virtues.  But then, what virtues does he have left?  It feels as though she knows him inside and out, and that he has no secrets before her, even though he knows she is not omniscient – none of her kind are.

Leaning into her touch, he turns his head to kiss her wrist, whispering, “I live to serve, my lady… the best that I can. I can only hope that I do not disappoint.” 

He is usually so confident in his abilities as a Servant, but here?  With her? He doubts himself.  She is no ordinary patron.  Perhaps she would enjoy it more if he were nervous.

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[iseethe]

She does. Oh, she does. The mouth of her false face turns up to see it.

"Mm. You do not. Even uttering truths, your mouth is sweet--your sweet mouth, will it lie for me when I ask it to, even as I now ask you to lie with me? We are working out our brackets. There are Jaunts still until mine. You will help win it for me, won't you, lovely boy?"

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[willyousee]

"Perhaps... I may lie, or shade the truth," he says slowly. "I may not know that it is your jaunt. Mystery shrouds all that you do, and yet, so it does for other subtle members of your kin. I know not what I shall do until the moment."

He leans forward against the edge of the couch, resting his head upon his arms near her knee. "...Will you be terribly upset with me?" he asks, muted, nerves charged with tension and uncertainty.

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[iseethe]

She pets his hair. She hasn't really stopped. "I will alert you," she tells him, "in the subtlest of ways. Right... here." The fingers of her other hand come to rest on the moon she had added to his marque. "Follow the urges I send to you through it," she breathes. "And then you shall please me. Even more than you please me now."

Her fingers, stroking the moon-mark. "Pretty Alcuin, should I lie on this couch, will you come ply your liar's tongue between my legs? Show me how clever you can be."

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[willyousee]

He shivers as she finds the mark, the tingle of her presence even more pronounced. "Of course, my lady... I should be honored." Turning his head, he lays a gentle kiss to the skin of her forearm.

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[iseethe]

"Mm. Such an obedient boy. You truly are my creature, aren't you, pretty Alcuin?"