The Councilor and the Glass

Re: The Councilor and the Glass

Postby Rance » Mon Jun 10, 2013 3:49 pm

No more knives. No more stabbings.

They were outside. She angled them past the returning Constable whose evening dinner-hour was over; he returned to his post outside the Councilor's room. When finally the moon was above them, and the grasses were a dark blue sheet flickering with dew in the night, she sucked in a breath and marshaled her--

marshaled her--

marshaled her--

They were outside. She angled them past the returning Constable whose evening dinner-hour was over; he returned to his post outside the Councilor's room. When finally the moon was above them, and the grasses were a dark blue sheet flickering with drew in the night, she sucked in a breath and marshaled her--

No more knives. No more stabbings.

Catch's fingers were softening ribbons against her hand. He had energy and life to him, as if the moon brought him such excitement and freedom; and like a beat drumming inside her mouth, the black oil began to flick and thrum against the inside hollow of her back-most tooth, where it marshaled its--

marshaled its--

marshaled its--

--black oil began to flick and thrum, flick and thrum, flick and thrum...

Miss Gloria.

The moments repeated themselves. She raised her palm against her jaw, pressing, squeezing her cheek against her aching tooth -- and having done so once, she felt she'd done it a thousand times, and a thousand before. that. A gag, suddenly, a filling of liquid in her mouth. The seamstress' eyes sought out Catch, looked upon him for guidance before her mouth burst, and she vomited into her hand--

--black oil, stringlets and strands of it connecting her tongue and her teeth to her hand-skin, stretching, drawing away black-splattered fingers. A hundred little mouths and eyes swam in that patch of gleaming black wetness, and they all spoke to her without sound.

Miss Gloria, he is a terrible thing, and he m-m-must be stopped.

No, she wanted to tell him, command it, break him to her will, separate
THE RIGHT OF LAW
from
THE RIGHT OF EMOSION

(Coriolanus Helstone, Lord Aubrey would not approve; but he'd not yet responded to her missive, he'd not yet told her to give Catch his freedom or control him for his safety)

No, her brain chattered, but her mouth said something different, because it was Catch's black oil blood inside of her. She reached for him, trembling hand, trying to draw him away, drag him through the grass and away from the Rememdium, but when she tried to say No, no, no, no again and again, her jaw opened and all she said--

(All Scarlet Glass said--)

--was, "I trust you, Mister Catch; I trust you to do the right thing, stal'vak."
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