ArchivedLogs:Some Delicacy
| Some Delicacy | |
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| Dramatis Personae | 2016-12-20 "I could well use a touch of magic, just now." (followup from talking to steve.) |
| Location
<HFC> Terrace - Hellfire Clubhouse | |
Enclosed on all four sides by the walls of the Clubhouse itself but open to the sky above, this courtyard is kept carefully manicured by the groundskeepers here. Slate pathways wind in meandering curls through stepped-up garden beds held by rocky retaining walls. Niches just offset from the pathways tucked between the garden beds hold benches, or umbrella-shaded tables and chairs in cushioned-padded wrought iron. The plants here are selected with care, keeping the garden vibrant and colourful three seasons out of the year, winter often finds it ordained instead with changing ice sculpture and tiny frosted lights laced through the bare tree boughs. The paths twist in towards the center of the courtyard where a burbling waterfall fountain splashes down over rocks into a wide shallow pool that homes turtles and frogs and butterfly-finned fish. The garden glitters, today, beautiful if largely deserted in the cold afternoon. Frosted all over from the tiny lights twinkling in the trees to the white-capped silver-ornamented firs tucked into the corners to the glittering ice sculptures on their pedestals -- a cluster of grapes here, a satyr there, a tall candle there. Lucien rather fits in, amidst all this winter -- dressed, right now, in crisply tailored white. White slacks, white jacket, his night-black hair set off all the more by the current surroundings. He is standing beside the pool, just at the moment, hands folded behind his back as he tips his head down to look into the water. The figure just crossing through the courtyard is a vivid splash of colour, contrastingly. Deep yellow dress with tall black boots, a bold green coat over top, the colours striking against dark skin. The heels of Mirror's boots click against the stone path as they make their way toward Lucien, a matte black thermos cupped between long brown fingers. "Mmm. So you /do/ still look human, underneath all the magic. {I've seen it twice, you know.}" Lucien's mouth twitches upward at its corner. His green eyes cant sidelong, taking in Mirror with a quick glance before returning to the water. "{I read your review -- at least one of them. You flattered me terribly.}" His hands unfold as he turns, shifting to face Mirror. "I could say the same of you." "{Hardly flattery. You were --}" Mirror's dark eyes dance, faintly amused as they lift the thermos. Waggle it in the air. "/Enchanting/. {Earned every word. I tried to procure a pair of tickets this past week and found it sold out. Well-deserved.}" Now /they/ turn, rocking up-forward onto tiptoes to lean over the water. Stare down where just before Lucien had been. "Magic? Me? What I do is hardly magic." "{I likely have the Captain to thank for that. His tweets may be singlehandedly saving Broadway.}" Light amusement graces Lucien's voice here -- though less so in the following, quiet: "Unfortunate. I could well use a touch of magic, just now. By whichever name you wish to call it." Mirror pivots on the balls of their toes. Their brows have hiked up -- just a touch! as they tip a Look up at Lucien. "Just a touch? Because you never ask much, do you." They pop the cap of their thermos -- the light scent of a sencha drifting up as they take a sip. "{But which /way/ do you want this glamour cast? Do you want the focus off him and his troubles? Or did you want him, finally, a martyr?}" If Lucien has any surprise at Mirror's foreknowledge of the subject at hand, it does not register in his expression. What /does/ is a faint tightening around his eyes at this last -- a small breath drawn in as his head tips down. "{Not today.}" His eyes meet Mirror's. "{I want a decent life left for him to return to.}" "Right, then. A /touch/ of magic." Mirror's voice has lightened. "{What /you/ want is a Christmas miracle.}" | |
