Re: In Bloom [Elizabeth Naarc]
Posted: 10 Nov 2015, 06:43
"This will not work at all," Shamus said dispassionately as he threw the diamond over his shoulder. His stare followed the diamond before he gave a half-hearted shrug. All that work for the cut to be wrong, they would simply have to do another. Without looking at the woman who had handed him the diamond, he returned his gaze back to a blade he was setting. He did not speak for a few moments as he focused intently upon etching a design on the hilt. The silence was beginning to sap the warmth from the room before he addressed her, "It be best if ya do it over again and pay more attention this time 'round." Anita, a fairly attractive woman with red hair, gave a curt nod before leaving with the words of, "Yes, Mr. Watson," airily trailing behind her.
He rolled a small file in his left hand as he brushed tiny shavings away with his right. Where would he go next? It was always the question he was asking himself. Wave-like patterns would be a good design, but he did not feel it would match the soul. Shamus sighed an almost inaudible sigh as he drowned out all thought and let his hands move freely. Never in a hurry were they as he first carved the wind on to the hilt. It was looking better than he had expected, but to go forward with the waves just did not seem right. Still, he was not left with much else so he began to make his move when her words infiltrated his mind. Elizabeth's words bore into him so quickly and unexpected that Shamus flinched. The file went askew and he was now concentrating on her more than the blade.
It was unusual. First there was the briefest of pauses. Shamus knew Elizabeth better than anyone and he knew there was a reason for the pause. For whatever the reason, she had to think of a more clever way to tell him her message. Besides that, she had no old friends. Old friends became family or dead, that was all there was to it. The icing on the cake was her request to come home immediately. If he had not known before, he knew now that there was danger about. She did one of two things, she waited for him to summon her or get impatient and summon him. Something was afoot and he would soon find out.
Carefully with no sense of urgency, he set down his tools and picked up the discarded diamond. His steps took him to the front gallery of the Shadow Emporium. A quirk of a grin took hold of his features, though only on the right side as his thoughts lingered idly upon the hilt, "Inspiration be takin' hold. A single leaf holds more grandeur than a rigid surface." Shamus placed the discarded diamond on the table in front of Anita, "A fine dust has more appeal than what be hidden in tha rough, I think." He began to bark with laughter as moved towards the door, "I fancy a walk. Ya know what ta do." Anita made no sudden movements, but simply stared as he made his way out the door. When the door closed with a snap she muttered, "I think it will work, Mr. Naarc."
The night was young and trouble was brewing. Shamus could not yet see the portrait in all its elements, but the painting was nice. He would have to change his clothes to fit the mood. First things first, he would need to find out what kind of trouble from Elizabeth. Of course they would both have to change. He began to cackle to himself, not even realizing he was already crossing the threshold of their room in the tower. He was eager, a hunger was driving him forward. Tonight he would once more dance with Elizabeth. The subtleness in her elegant moves were mesmerizing. As he walked into the bedroom, he could not hide his feelings from her, "Ahoy, Tulip. It be time for tha next date, aye?"
He rolled a small file in his left hand as he brushed tiny shavings away with his right. Where would he go next? It was always the question he was asking himself. Wave-like patterns would be a good design, but he did not feel it would match the soul. Shamus sighed an almost inaudible sigh as he drowned out all thought and let his hands move freely. Never in a hurry were they as he first carved the wind on to the hilt. It was looking better than he had expected, but to go forward with the waves just did not seem right. Still, he was not left with much else so he began to make his move when her words infiltrated his mind. Elizabeth's words bore into him so quickly and unexpected that Shamus flinched. The file went askew and he was now concentrating on her more than the blade.
It was unusual. First there was the briefest of pauses. Shamus knew Elizabeth better than anyone and he knew there was a reason for the pause. For whatever the reason, she had to think of a more clever way to tell him her message. Besides that, she had no old friends. Old friends became family or dead, that was all there was to it. The icing on the cake was her request to come home immediately. If he had not known before, he knew now that there was danger about. She did one of two things, she waited for him to summon her or get impatient and summon him. Something was afoot and he would soon find out.
Carefully with no sense of urgency, he set down his tools and picked up the discarded diamond. His steps took him to the front gallery of the Shadow Emporium. A quirk of a grin took hold of his features, though only on the right side as his thoughts lingered idly upon the hilt, "Inspiration be takin' hold. A single leaf holds more grandeur than a rigid surface." Shamus placed the discarded diamond on the table in front of Anita, "A fine dust has more appeal than what be hidden in tha rough, I think." He began to bark with laughter as moved towards the door, "I fancy a walk. Ya know what ta do." Anita made no sudden movements, but simply stared as he made his way out the door. When the door closed with a snap she muttered, "I think it will work, Mr. Naarc."
The night was young and trouble was brewing. Shamus could not yet see the portrait in all its elements, but the painting was nice. He would have to change his clothes to fit the mood. First things first, he would need to find out what kind of trouble from Elizabeth. Of course they would both have to change. He began to cackle to himself, not even realizing he was already crossing the threshold of their room in the tower. He was eager, a hunger was driving him forward. Tonight he would once more dance with Elizabeth. The subtleness in her elegant moves were mesmerizing. As he walked into the bedroom, he could not hide his feelings from her, "Ahoy, Tulip. It be time for tha next date, aye?"