Nathandiel's Trial Of Combat
Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 9:39 pm
"There are an awful lot of these." The boy said for the umpteenth time. Nathandiel peered at him over the rims of his spectacles. "I've counted them three times." The boy said. Nathandiel was sure he had. Contrary to what some believed, junkies did do the work they offered in trade for their drugs. Nathandiel had given this one the simple task of counting bloody patches and dog tags.
"Good. Come put them in the box." Nathandiel said. He motioned to the opened package on his desk. The boy stood and closed his robe over his bare form before gathering up the piles of insignias. He stacked them into neat piles and began to pack the box.
Nathandiel turned back to the letter that would accompany the collection and still didn't find anything pithy written there. He sighed softly. He had hoped to have something wit-ridden to say to Grace about having accomplished the task that had been set before him, but he didn't really have anything to say. He'd done the deed and he'd presented the proof; what else was there to say? Grace's aura didn't' exactly indicate that a tone of friendly banter was welcome and Nathandiel wasn't sure he cared enough to try and inspire any between himself and Grace.
"You look terribly perturbed." Nathandiel looked up to see the boy hovering over him. The young man slipped into Nathandiel's lap and threw his arms over Nathandiel's shoulders. The boy leaned over Nathandiel's desk to read the letter and frowned. "You haven't written a word." He exclaimed and then turned back to him. "Who are you trying to impress?" The boy asked.
"Someone important." Nathandiel replied.
"Someone more important than me?" The boy asked, striking a flirtatious pose.
"Definitely someone more important than you." Nathandiel chuckled as he looked up into the boy's vibrant green eyes.
They were silent for a few moments and then the boy gave him a shy, sheepish smile. "Where's my bump? You promised."
Nathandiel smiled and slid the boy off of his lap. "On the floor." He nodded to the line he'd left by his feet. The boy grinned and got down on his hands and knees. Nathandiel passed him a rolled-up note and he went to work.
Whore. Nathnadiel thought as he watched the boy. He was fond of such people. Pride did not perturb such individuals from completing their objectives in life, regardless of what those objectives were. They were survivors and they were always infinitely more interesting than people that did not need to sink down at the feet of others to get what they wanted.
The boy stood up and shivered visibly. He smiled at Nathandiel and held out his hands. "Come back to bed. I'll earn another." He said.
Nathandiel smiled. "I'm sure you will. I'll be there in a moment." The boy batted his eyelashes and slipped away, headed back to the bedroom. Nathandiel stood and leaned over the parchment, penning his note quickly.
"A. Grace,
One-thousand-thity-seven deaths, plus. Proof of completion included.
- N. Dah'Lorei "
It would do. It was short and to the point. He had done what was asked of him and now he expected to get what was coming to him. Like the boy he'd kept it simple. He folded the parchment and set it on top of the insignias in the box. He sealed the package and set it in his outbox. A porter would be by later to collect his outgoing mail. In the mean time he'd amuse himself
"Good. Come put them in the box." Nathandiel said. He motioned to the opened package on his desk. The boy stood and closed his robe over his bare form before gathering up the piles of insignias. He stacked them into neat piles and began to pack the box.
Nathandiel turned back to the letter that would accompany the collection and still didn't find anything pithy written there. He sighed softly. He had hoped to have something wit-ridden to say to Grace about having accomplished the task that had been set before him, but he didn't really have anything to say. He'd done the deed and he'd presented the proof; what else was there to say? Grace's aura didn't' exactly indicate that a tone of friendly banter was welcome and Nathandiel wasn't sure he cared enough to try and inspire any between himself and Grace.
"You look terribly perturbed." Nathandiel looked up to see the boy hovering over him. The young man slipped into Nathandiel's lap and threw his arms over Nathandiel's shoulders. The boy leaned over Nathandiel's desk to read the letter and frowned. "You haven't written a word." He exclaimed and then turned back to him. "Who are you trying to impress?" The boy asked.
"Someone important." Nathandiel replied.
"Someone more important than me?" The boy asked, striking a flirtatious pose.
"Definitely someone more important than you." Nathandiel chuckled as he looked up into the boy's vibrant green eyes.
They were silent for a few moments and then the boy gave him a shy, sheepish smile. "Where's my bump? You promised."
Nathandiel smiled and slid the boy off of his lap. "On the floor." He nodded to the line he'd left by his feet. The boy grinned and got down on his hands and knees. Nathandiel passed him a rolled-up note and he went to work.
Whore. Nathnadiel thought as he watched the boy. He was fond of such people. Pride did not perturb such individuals from completing their objectives in life, regardless of what those objectives were. They were survivors and they were always infinitely more interesting than people that did not need to sink down at the feet of others to get what they wanted.
The boy stood up and shivered visibly. He smiled at Nathandiel and held out his hands. "Come back to bed. I'll earn another." He said.
Nathandiel smiled. "I'm sure you will. I'll be there in a moment." The boy batted his eyelashes and slipped away, headed back to the bedroom. Nathandiel stood and leaned over the parchment, penning his note quickly.
"A. Grace,
One-thousand-thity-seven deaths, plus. Proof of completion included.
- N. Dah'Lorei "
It would do. It was short and to the point. He had done what was asked of him and now he expected to get what was coming to him. Like the boy he'd kept it simple. He folded the parchment and set it on top of the insignias in the box. He sealed the package and set it in his outbox. A porter would be by later to collect his outgoing mail. In the mean time he'd amuse himself