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The Time of the Torte 1/?
Date: 2012-09-14 05:39 pm (UTC)-
Hrard felt like someone had slapped him in the face with a wet cabbage.
Stumbling through the Pelagius Wing, he had suddenly tripped and found himself lying on grass. He looked up in shock to see that he was in a clearing, with large, dead-looking trees surrounding him, and a huge table laden with food. Sitting at the table were two figures, a man and a woman.
"More tea, Pelly my dear?" she chirped, holding out the teapot.
"Oh, I couldn't. Goes right through me," the man replied. "Besides, I have so many things to do. So many undesirables to deal with. Naysayers. Buffoons. Detractors. Why, my headsman hasn't slept in three days!"
Hrard felt strong arms lifting him off the ground, and he grabbed his Spectral Assassin's shoulders and clambered to his feet.
"Thanks, Lucien," he muttered. But the Spectral Assassin wasn't concentrating on him.
"You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius!" the woman proclaimed, standing and clapping her hands. She was dressed in a purple and red gown, the colours split down the middle, a white edge to it, and the sleeves seemed to be designed differently. She was a beauty, with white hair and blind eyes.
"What would the people do without you?" she continued. "Dance? Sing? Smile? Grow old?"
Hrard approached her, and the man, Pelagius, sniffed in disgust and vanished.
"How rude!" she cried. "Can't be bothered to host an old friend for a decade or two!"
"I'm here to deliver a message," Hrard managed, somewhat distracted by her strange, maddening beauty.
"Reaaalllllly?" she gushed. "Ooh! What kind of message? A song? A summons? Wait, I know! A death threat, written on the back of an Argonian concubine! Those are my favourite." She put her hands on her hips. "Well? Spit it out, mortal! I haven't got an eternity!" She paused. "Actually, I do. Little joke." She cackled.
"But seriously," she said, suddenly solemn, "what's the message?"
"I was asked to retrieve you from your vacation," Hrard replied, hearing his Spectral Assassin go 'hmmm' behind him.
"Were you now?" she enquired sweetly. "By whom?" Hrard opened his mouth and she stopped him. "Wait! I want to guess!" She tapped her lips with her finger. "Was it Molag? No, no...Little Tim the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it...yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall!"
"Wrong on all accounts, aren't I?" she asked sadly. "HA! No matter! I don't want to know! Why ruin the surprise?"
She gave him a hard stare. "Do you really think that you, a puny little mortal, can convince me to leave? Because that's...crazy! You do realise who you're dealing with here, don't you?"
"You're a madwoman," Hrard hazarded. She let off a barking laugh.
"Jolly good guess!" she commended him. "But only half right."
She smirked.
"I'm a mad god, THE Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years. Now YOU," she began loudly, and Hrard jumped. "You can call me...Ann Marie!"
Hrard heard Lucien gasp behind him.
"But only if you're partial to being flayed alive, and having an angry immortal skip rope with yer entrails!" she added. She suddenly flashed him a charming smile.
"If not...call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness." She dropped a faux curtsy. "Charmed."
The Time of the Torte 2/?
Date: 2012-09-14 06:14 pm (UTC)"My Listener," Lucien began, "if you would allow me, I would like to stay and talk to the Mad God."
"You come back quoting Cicero and I swear to Sithis I will Fus Ro Dah you off a cliff," Hrard warned.
"Duly noted, Listener," Lucien replied, and sat down at the table.
Hrard rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Ann Marie," Lucien began softly, and the woman's blind eyes flicked to him.
"I warned yer, did I not?" she began in a soft, threatening voice.
"Silencer," was all he said, and Sheogorath froze.
"Well now," she said after an uncomfortable silence, "this is interesting. Here's me, having tea with Pelly, when a Dragonborn turns up and interrupts! Then it turns out he's only dragging around my dead superior!"
She pointed a pale finger at him. "Where've you been for the last two hundred years, eh? Never dropped in once for tea! Damned rude!" She slammed her hands down on the table. "And even after all that severed head business! I thought I was yer Wabbajack in a million, Lucien!"
She broke down with noisy sobs, as the ghost leaned across the table towards her. She pulled her head up, smiling brightly.
"'Course, you were a little maggoty after that business with Arquen," she continued cheerfully, "so I guess I'll let you off but ONLY!" And here, her arm swung out and grabbed something off of the table, before she brought it up and held it in front of him.
"ONLY if yer try the torte!"
Lucien coughed as an awkward silence fell. Then he reached out and took a slice of torte and put it in his mouth.
"Strawberry," he commented as he chewed.
"Haskill must have spent hours on it!" she sighed grandly. "What a good, obedient fellow Haskill is!"
Lucien stopped chewing.
"Haskill?" he asked.
"Ah!" she said, almost recalling. "My steward! LOVES being summoned! Or does he? I can't remember." She suddenly thrust an apple at him. "You always liked apples! So did I! They always tasted good while poisoned!"
Lucien watched what was once his Silencer flail around like...well...a madwoman. She was not the Ann Marie he remembered, the little Breton with the smirk and the flashing eyes and the dextrous hands. Something deep inside him couldn't bear to see her this way.
Which was why he reached across the table and grabbed her chin in his spectral hand, pulling her towards him and kissing her.
The Time of the Torte 3/3
Date: 2012-10-07 01:32 pm (UTC)"Excuse me!" the poor, confused Nord barked at the couple. "I fixed Pelagius' mind!"
"Did-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Did you now?" Sheogorath moaned, rolling her hips against Lucien's. "Ah! Mmmmmmm...Isn't that...isn't that just-ah!-wonderful."
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hands shook, fingers gripping the Spectre's translucent form. Which meant that Hrard could see straight through him to where the two were joined. And then he paled at the sight of Lucien's nethers.
That was not fair. Imperials were not allowed to be built that well.
"You can keep the WABBAjack," here, her voice rose as Lucien pounded hard into a sweet spot, "and I'll send your assassin home when he's not needed. Toodle-pip!"
"Hey, wait-"
Hrard vanished in a cloud of blue, just as her entire body tensed up and she screamed in a voice that would have shattered living eardrums.
They lay on the table for a little while, before she looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
"More torte?"
Re: The Time of the Torte 3/3
Date: 2012-10-07 04:01 pm (UTC)Re: The Time of the Torte 3/3
Date: 2012-10-08 04:48 pm (UTC)My COC lives in an AU where whenever she becomes Sheogorath she's a woman version, so I needed practise.
Re: The Time of the Torte 3/3
Date: 2012-10-12 05:21 am (UTC)Except the problem of suddenly wanting a pastry, this is perfect!
Re: The Time of the Torte 3/3
Date: 2012-10-15 05:06 pm (UTC)Thanks! This was fun to fill!
Re: The Time of the Torte 3/3
Date: 2013-05-22 03:31 pm (UTC)