Havelock Vetinari (
oneman_onevote) wrote2010-02-14 04:17 pm
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Extremely melodramatic AU: The revenge!
The castle is chill, in the hallways, and dark apart from pools of light created by torches placed at wide intervals on the walls.
Havelock is moving, if possible, even more silently than usual. He'd be twitchy if that wasn't a surefire way to mess up your stealth. The shadows are blending obligingly around him, more strongly here than they had in the bar.
Puck can take care of himself, he knows that, but also holds out no hope that any of this is going to be particularly pleasant.
Havelock is moving, if possible, even more silently than usual. He'd be twitchy if that wasn't a surefire way to mess up your stealth. The shadows are blending obligingly around him, more strongly here than they had in the bar.
Puck can take care of himself, he knows that, but also holds out no hope that any of this is going to be particularly pleasant.
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(Yeah, yeah, he knows he's not fooling her. Sometimes it's about the principle of the thing.)
"--Oh," he says.
"Hullo."
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Apparently he passes muster, as she continues briskly on.
"It seems your friend may be staying for a time. Find him somewhere?"
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For the record.
"Certainly," he says, however, and inclines his head at the door, eyes going to Puck.
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"Ought I to be worried?" he says under his breath, smile unmoving.
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"Call for Igor to settle him in when you find somevhere," she tells Havelock. "Then come back here for an hour and we vill run through an exercise or two."
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Havelock gets a realer smile.
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(The fact that he can't smell any blood on Puck also helps. He had worried, against reason, but persistently about that.)
"Do you want to stay?"
Because if now, now would really be the time to make an exit.
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"Do you want me to stay? I shall be happier where you are, but she implied I should be more hindrance than help."
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"...I honestly feel you would be safer elsewhere," he says. "I doubt she plans to murder you in your sleep, but she does like to make use of people where she can."
This doesn't actually address the question of what Havelock wants, but perhaps that's too much to ask for.
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A tilt of his head.
"Do you think she shall make better use of me than you will?"
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"She does have more practice," he points out.
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He smiles faintly.
"But you have all my will, and she has none of it."
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"I won't tell you to leave," he says. Mostly because he doesn't want him to, and it's a personal weakness of which he is very aware.
"Advise you that it might be wise, yes."
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He leans in on tiptoe to press a kiss to Havelock's cheek.
"I regret to report, though by now you must be well aware, that 'wisdom' has never been a particular attribute of mine."
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"Then I'll be sure to let you know when it becomes urgent," he says.
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Puck trips along beside him to the top of the stairs, reflecting that it is rather a long staircase-- he still hasn't any notion how large this place is.
He glances up and down the hall in curiosity, then back to Havelock.
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Havelock keeps walking along the next landing without paying much attention, having apparently mentally mapped out this area.
(It isn't a coincidence that it's far away from the rooms with coffins in.)
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"Where are you going to hide me away, darling?" he asks pleasantly.
"I presume you've free rein in the matter."
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"Hmm."
He pushes one door open thoughtfully.
It's very...
Traditional.
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"Oh my."
He looks to Havelock with a grin.
"Only if you promise to steal inside of a night or noon whilst I feign sleep. Do you suppose the lady has about the place any particularly insubstantial nightshirts?"
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"There is a wardrobe in the corner," he points out. "Who knows?"
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Puck disappears, reappears in said (shadowy) corner, pries open the wardrobe door, and rifles around inside.
After a few moments, there is a muffled "A-ha!" and he emerges triumphantly clutching something ...
Ah.
Well. It's definitely nightshirt-shaped. And ... potentially made of some manner of cotton.
Very ... gauzy ... sheerish ... cotton.
"What do you think?" he says with a grin, holding it to his chest.
(If the answer isn't ridiculous, Puck will begin to suspect that the fusty castle air has touched Havelock's wits.)
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Well, Havelock doesn't say ridiculous?
But needness to say, the lack of expression on his face is expressive in itself.
"...Very pretty," he says finally, dry as a desert.
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That may say something somewhat damning for the general actual-fabric content of this particular piece of sleepwear.
"I think I must. I shall never forgive myself otherwise."
His lower lip gives a faint quiver. "So long as it shan't drive you away?"
Outside, there is a low rumble of thunder.
... Apparently, the weather in Uberwald doesn't particularly care to stir itself by way of narrative aid for stray fairies.
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