Only within the last few days. It's all been very illuminating.
Not specifically, but the shop belonged to a dear friend and I suppose I felt more of an affinity to everything on offering here than I would if it were a clothing boutique.
Or any one of the number of establishments that sell pleasure devices.
So you would take advantage of your managerial status to sample the wares, my lady?
Said as if you would not find yourself on the receiving end of attempted tests every now and then. Besides, if memory serves, I believe there are some that are intended for shared use.
[ There've been worse places to walk. Many of them, but Arthur has always had a little trouble with delicacy. He's not a gentle man. He can walk a path and not look back or not look down, but this time, the other side is unknown, and there is no path to follow — only to make his own. ]
[ No adventure can be promised here, but he swore his help, and she will get his help. ]
[ A gift never hurts one's cause, does it? It's a small box, with a few bite-sized cakes in cups (cupcakes, the person had explained) with a card, ]
[ what had occurred that night had been a mistake, one that she will come to regret despite the lack of awareness she had in her mind then. she had returned to a youthful fantasy, a dream that had long since passed, and it had been with rage that she had awoken from it, cheeks still sticky with salt from her tears.
she had not sought to find him afterwards, knowing she might just cut him through if she ever laid her eyes on him again.
when the box is found in her quarters, it takes everything she has not to take her knife and puncture the desserts right through.
soon after, she sends a message, through the device, to give him his answer. she would not waste a sheet of paper to even scrawl it. ]
You shall not.
Edited (whoops, i should clarify) 2020-10-06 03:41 (UTC)
[ — but that doesn't sting. He doesn't need to hear an admittance of kinship from her. Arthur knows they are bound together, all that matters now is whether she cuts the knot or it keeps tightening, around them both. He can walk the path of fate if that's what needed of him. He can keep being near her no matter what. ]
So it seems.
My promise hasn't changed.
[ Not the promise of a prince or the oath of a knight, but of one familiar soul to another. He will help her. ]
[ it is his stubborness she hates most, but it's also merely another quality they share well, the insistence to strive forward once a goal is set in their mind. if only he could let go of this ridiculous endeavor to see through to her.
she doesn't think she'll crumble so easily, but she doesn't know how far he'll go, either. ]
I no longer need it.
I am not so frail as to need your hand to stand me up. I have taken care of myself alone far longer than you could understand, and I am in no need of rescue.
but regrettably, his words do not leave her and she fears that with her, they will stay, left to circle in her thoughts for the foreseeable future. already, she has dreamt of his face, nothing of visible context, but enough that she knows their fates are tied one way or another.
she won't reply, neither to push him away again, knowing well that he carries enough stubbornness to ignore it, nor to give him the satisfaction that she's listening.
right now, she needs time, she thinks. either to accept it as it is or to will herself to better keep herself at a distance β of which it is, she does not yet know. ]
I have heard tell of other witches in this city who seek to form a coven. To what end, I do not know, but the one who summoned me was acquainted with a woman I trusted before her departure from Duplicity.
I thought it prudent that you be informed, should they contact you on their own at any point. The one who engendered the idea is called Nicholas Scratch.
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