Is Magenta Miles's new skin colour after the blood transfusion? Or is there a less alarming reason for the prompt? :)
Magenta "Samual!" The soldier paused as he walked -- well, marched really, that training was very hard to break -- along the courtyard. To his left was the grassy quadrangle where Charles I had been beheaded, and behind that was the old Banqueting House. Coming across the grass, moving swiftly but still walking, was Elizabeth. Her arms clutched several manila folders to her chest, and papers poked out here and there at the corners and sides. She was smiling broadly, but Samual fancied that she looked tired as well. "Milady," he said politely, "may I help you with those files?" "What?" Elizabeth looked at him as though he'd grown two heads. "May I help you with those files? They look heavy." Elizabeth looked down and nearly lost her grip on the files. Two slipped loose from the middle of the bundle; one yellow and one magenta. Samual bent down to pick them up. "No," she said. "Not heavy, just... awkward. Like me, it seems. What did you call me?" "Milady?" Samual stood holding one folder in each hand. "Oh my gods, no!" Elizabeth giggled and Samual found himself joining in. "I'm definitely no lady. Only the other day I completely forgot myself and accidentally told Memni-- told Lord Vileburn that he was wrong. Can you imagine a Lady doing that?" Samual, who had watched well-defined Ladies be considerably ruder and less discrete on many occasions, shook his head carefully. "Then what might I can you?" he said. "You're certainly too young to be a ma'am, and too delightful to be Mistress." Elizabeth blushed. "Elizabeth is a pretty good choice," she said. "It being my name, you know." "Milady Elizabeth," said Samual. "Just Elizabeth! Does Lord Derby give you lessons in how to be charming, or do you give them to him?" It was Samual's turn to blush, and well before he could think of a response Elizabeth was looking at his hands. "Oh, you've got those folders," she said. "They're the references to the King in Yellow and what we're tentatively calling the King in Crimson. Memni-- Lord Vileburn keeps sniggering when I say that though, and he won't tell me why. Are you busy? Would you mind coming along? I've got an appointment with the King and Lord Derby and I'm sure I'll be late if I keep dropping things." Samual smiled, having given up trying to answer any of her rapid-fire questions when they were asked, and waited a moment to see if she had finished. "I'd be delighted," he said. "I've been instructed to attend the meeting as well. I hope we can finally close off this matter and be done with Carcosa." "Oh?" Elizabeth started walking again in the direction of the staterooms. "I was rather thinking that we should investigate these other Kings that seem to have turned up. And maybe Labdaris. Wouldn't it be you and Lord Derby who do that?" "Perhaps Lord Derby, Elizabeth," said Samual. He felt slightly odd to be saying her name with no honorific in front of it. "I work for the Lords Martial and I am not sure they would want me gallivanting off after Kings and renegade mages." "They're probably all security threats," said Elizabeth. She pushed open the gate to the Stone Gallery. On the right were rooms that had once been rooms granted as residences to Lords but were now all official state meeting rooms. "Third one along, I think." "Oh good," said Samual, though to which statement it wasn't clear.
Greg - hah, that would have been rather alarming indeed.
Hmm. I think I rather like these two together.
Though, now that I pause long enough to think about it, you probably expected that to be the case. So now I'm wondering if you paired them up in this scene just for me.
But I'm probably overthinking this. And making it about me at the same time.
So I shall just hush and enjoy this while it lasts.
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Is Magenta Miles's new skin colour after the blood transfusion? Or is there a less alarming reason for the prompt? :)
Magenta
"Samual!" The soldier paused as he walked -- well, marched really, that training was very hard to break -- along the courtyard. To his left was the grassy quadrangle where Charles I had been beheaded, and behind that was the old Banqueting House. Coming across the grass, moving swiftly but still walking, was Elizabeth. Her arms clutched several manila folders to her chest, and papers poked out here and there at the corners and sides. She was smiling broadly, but Samual fancied that she looked tired as well.
"Milady," he said politely, "may I help you with those files?"
"What?" Elizabeth looked at him as though he'd grown two heads.
"May I help you with those files? They look heavy."
Elizabeth looked down and nearly lost her grip on the files. Two slipped loose from the middle of the bundle; one yellow and one magenta. Samual bent down to pick them up.
"No," she said. "Not heavy, just... awkward. Like me, it seems. What did you call me?"
"Milady?" Samual stood holding one folder in each hand.
"Oh my gods, no!" Elizabeth giggled and Samual found himself joining in. "I'm definitely no lady. Only the other day I completely forgot myself and accidentally told Memni-- told Lord Vileburn that he was wrong. Can you imagine a Lady doing that?"
Samual, who had watched well-defined Ladies be considerably ruder and less discrete on many occasions, shook his head carefully. "Then what might I can you?" he said. "You're certainly too young to be a ma'am, and too delightful to be Mistress."
Elizabeth blushed. "Elizabeth is a pretty good choice," she said. "It being my name, you know."
"Milady Elizabeth," said Samual.
"Just Elizabeth! Does Lord Derby give you lessons in how to be charming, or do you give them to him?"
It was Samual's turn to blush, and well before he could think of a response Elizabeth was looking at his hands. "Oh, you've got those folders," she said. "They're the references to the King in Yellow and what we're tentatively calling the King in Crimson. Memni-- Lord Vileburn keeps sniggering when I say that though, and he won't tell me why. Are you busy? Would you mind coming along? I've got an appointment with the King and Lord Derby and I'm sure I'll be late if I keep dropping things."
Samual smiled, having given up trying to answer any of her rapid-fire questions when they were asked, and waited a moment to see if she had finished. "I'd be delighted," he said. "I've been instructed to attend the meeting as well. I hope we can finally close off this matter and be done with Carcosa."
"Oh?" Elizabeth started walking again in the direction of the staterooms. "I was rather thinking that we should investigate these other Kings that seem to have turned up. And maybe Labdaris. Wouldn't it be you and Lord Derby who do that?"
"Perhaps Lord Derby, Elizabeth," said Samual. He felt slightly odd to be saying her name with no honorific in front of it. "I work for the Lords Martial and I am not sure they would want me gallivanting off after Kings and renegade mages."
"They're probably all security threats," said Elizabeth. She pushed open the gate to the Stone Gallery. On the right were rooms that had once been rooms granted as residences to Lords but were now all official state meeting rooms. "Third one along, I think."
"Oh good," said Samual, though to which statement it wasn't clear.
Greg - hah, that would have been rather alarming indeed.
Hmm. I think I rather like these two together.
Though, now that I pause long enough to think about it, you probably expected that to be the case. So now I'm wondering if you paired them up in this scene just for me.
But I'm probably overthinking this. And making it about me at the same time.
So I shall just hush and enjoy this while it lasts.
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