Early in the evening I found myself on my way back to the hive of Mr. Zahhak, the wealthy blue-blood I had met earlier that week. My matesprit believed I was visiting a client about the spirits haunting their hive. In a strange way it makes me pity him more. I know I shouldn't be doing this. It would probably be for the best if I never saw Equius Zahhak again. But something about the blue-blood is irresistible. The way he stumbled over himself when he tried to give orders, a nervous sweat beginning to show on his brow. The way a troll known for his strength looked at me, me of all people, as if I could break him to pieces. Besides, the voices told me to go back here. Why the dead care if I see him again is beyond me.
When I got to his hive I was once again hit by how foolish it was for me to even be here. But I pressed on and nervously knocked on the door. He answered it as though he was waiting for me and hurried me inside, looking around to see if any of his neighbors saw me. Only then did I realize that he had almost as much to l did. He was looking anywhere but at me as he moped at his sweat. "I wasn't 100% sure that you would come." "Neither was I," I told him. "Ah..." He paused. "I understand that my invitation was undeniably forward. Perhaps even lewd ..." I didn't know what to say to that. I'm still not even sure that last part was meant for me. At last he seemed to notice the awkwardness in the air. "Perhaps we should retire to the sitting room... Or somewhere else more comfortable... If you wouldn't mind"
- I hope you like this. I think I did better with making it Soap Opera-y than I did with hitting the Urban Fantasy mark. *shrug* I may write more of this same world.
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I know I shouldn't be doing this. It would probably be for the best if I never saw Equius Zahhak again. But something about the blue-blood is irresistible. The way he stumbled over himself when he tried to give orders, a nervous sweat beginning to show on his brow. The way a troll known for his strength looked at me, me of all people, as if I could break him to pieces. Besides, the voices told me to go back here. Why the dead care if I see him again is beyond me.
When I got to his hive I was once again hit by how foolish it was for me to even be here. But I pressed on and nervously knocked on the door.
He answered it as though he was waiting for me and hurried me inside, looking around to see if any of his neighbors saw me. Only then did I realize that he had almost as much to l did. He was looking anywhere but at me as he moped at his sweat. "I wasn't 100% sure that you would come."
"Neither was I," I told him.
"Ah..." He paused. "I understand that my invitation was undeniably forward. Perhaps even lewd ..."
I didn't know what to say to that. I'm still not even sure that last part was meant for me.
At last he seemed to notice the awkwardness in the air.
"Perhaps we should retire to the sitting room... Or somewhere else more comfortable... If you wouldn't mind"
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I hope you like this. I think I did better with making it Soap Opera-y than I did with hitting the Urban Fantasy mark. *shrug*
I may write more of this same world.