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Havelock doesn't actually avoid social interation, despite all evidence to the contrary. He is just, by both nature and training, very quiet and unobtrusive.
Milliways, of course, provides a natural plethora of dark and out-of-the-way corners - some complete with tables and handy waitrat service - and that is where this morning finds him.
For a few minutes.
The rat who brings coffee also brings a small sculpted figure carved - or otherwise shaped - out of beautifully detailed ice.
It looks to be a tiny likeness of Puck, staring downward with haughty disdain at the limp, headless fish held out in his tiny icy hands.
A moment, and the tiny shape of the decapitated fish takes a laboured and gruesome breath, and says, in a voice remarkably familiar--
Dearest, I fear I can no longer stay
On this, the world we once did call our own.
Nay, sooth, I cannot bear it one more day
Or by a day my leaving it postpone.
Twas ever in my nature to be gone,
For folk of my kind never linger here.
Oh, do not think of love, or dwell thereon!
Love? Tender, foolish, mortal thoughts, my dear!
Let these words bear the truth of things to you
Or let them bear my scorn, for I care not
Whichever way you take it, know 'tis true:
Havelock, I have never cared a jot.
I go at last to find my home again,
Moored down no longer by these mortal men!
A moment or two later, Havelock strides across the bar and vanishes up the stairs in a manner that is neither quiet nor unobtrusive in the slightest.
Milliways, of course, provides a natural plethora of dark and out-of-the-way corners - some complete with tables and handy waitrat service - and that is where this morning finds him.
For a few minutes.
The rat who brings coffee also brings a small sculpted figure carved - or otherwise shaped - out of beautifully detailed ice.
It looks to be a tiny likeness of Puck, staring downward with haughty disdain at the limp, headless fish held out in his tiny icy hands.
A moment, and the tiny shape of the decapitated fish takes a laboured and gruesome breath, and says, in a voice remarkably familiar--
Dearest, I fear I can no longer stay
On this, the world we once did call our own.
Nay, sooth, I cannot bear it one more day
Or by a day my leaving it postpone.
Twas ever in my nature to be gone,
For folk of my kind never linger here.
Oh, do not think of love, or dwell thereon!
Love? Tender, foolish, mortal thoughts, my dear!
Let these words bear the truth of things to you
Or let them bear my scorn, for I care not
Whichever way you take it, know 'tis true:
Havelock, I have never cared a jot.
I go at last to find my home again,
Moored down no longer by these mortal men!
A moment or two later, Havelock strides across the bar and vanishes up the stairs in a manner that is neither quiet nor unobtrusive in the slightest.
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Date: 2013-01-08 05:03 am (UTC)From:She's not really that surprised by someone bursting into her room. Things like that seem to happen a lot in Milliways. Havelock making an entrance she notices, let alone bursting in? That counts as surprising.
"Havelock? What's wrong?"
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