Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:45:48 GMT -8
Sable Faust: Sins of the Flesh - The Introduction
Unfinished Storyline
Horatio Reed stood near the room’s tall window and began to draw the heavy, velvet curtains. He paused, looking distantly out the window into the night. Sable’s eyes were on his back as she watched him from her chair. She sat with her legs crossed and her long raven hair slung over the front of her right shoulder eventually spilling over her arm. Horatio had a specific thought in his mind, and it was inevitable that he would share.
He spoke thoughtfully, “The winter storms are heavy brewing in the mountains. They will descend soon.” Sable rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her bosom as she walked over to the window next to him. Her own gaze was fixed on the scenery outside as Horatio continued his thought. “I believe the estate will be prepared for the season, though, I may still need to gather more cords of wood for the fires.”
“I trust your judgment. After all, I did find my closet had been swapped out already,” she said as she traced a hand down the length of one sleeved arm. Indeed, she had found the heavier winter clothes in her closet and the clothes she had worn previously were now stored away until the seasons changed once again.
He smiled closed mouthed and nodded as he spoke, “It will be done, Lady Faust.” Horatio’s gaze returned to the environment outside the window. He spoke again with a gentle tone, “Mistress Faust, are you alright?”
Sable felt his concern, and she felt an obligation to ease his worry so that it might not hinder his objectives. “I am fine, Reed. I am simply disappointed that my visit to the bard’s library did not yield what I would consider acceptable answers. However, I commend you on your assistance in the matter.” She paused to look up into his hazel eyes. “But do not let that enlarge your head or I will have to shrink it.”
Turning away, she appraised the room as he responded. “Of course not.” He smiled as he was drawing the drapes then watched her look over his work, folding his gloved hands in front of him.
A green covered book had found its way to the table, and Sable studied it as she asked, “Are you reading poetry again?” She grabbed the book from its spot and began to thumb through it.
“I had thought I put it away,” he answered. He watched as she stopped on a page in the middle of the book and read the lines.
She spoke again with a bored tone, “The woman told me she sold the book of sonnets in which he claimed to hide the paper. All she could give me was a description of the woman. A blonde haired and blue eyed woman was who bought the sonnets.” The left corner of her mouth turned upward as she stated with sarcasm, “Imagine.”
“I will redouble my efforts to find the pages, Mistress Faust. I-,” he paused as he looked down in thought. “I need to find them soon. Where should we begin anew?”
His concern for her overwhelmed Sable, and she remained quiet before pursing her lips in thought. “Reed, how can I shrink your head if you do it for me?” she asked as she carefully tore the page she read from the book. Sable read the lines once more before folding the paper in half twice.
“Mistress, if the pages are found-,” he stopped his sentence; bothered by the thought he did not want to finish.
She moved toward him, a slight swagger in her walk. “I am aware.” Taking his right hand, she slid the piece of paper into his glove, letting it rest against his palm. “If you were a piece of parchment torn from what you were bound to, where would you be?”
Horatio looked up as he closed his hand slightly. He answered despite the question being rhetorical, “Doing all within my power to find my way to her side once more.”
Sable dismissed his response and handed the book of poetry to him before returning to her chair. She sat once more with her legs crossed and with a hand curled under her chin. “Perhaps we could think more like the paper. Oh, how boring you would be then.” Pausing, she thought about the missing pages. “We have two and are missing six. There is no telling what scum of the earth got his fingers on any of those parchments.”
Horatio walked across the room as she spoke, nodding as he listened. He opened the liquor cabinet armoire and set a brandy glass down, filling it one-sixth full of brandy wine. As he put away the bottle he asked, “have you found any more of your-,” he paused as he thought of the word he decided to use that would be least offensive, “contemporaries?” He gave a nod of satisfaction at his chosen word.
“I have not,” she stated, still in her brooding state. “Though, I believe some of the women who walk the night in Britain believe I am having an affair with the executioner. That is about as close to any social interaction I receive outside this manor.”
He placed a white kerchief over his hand, setting the glass atop it. “Mistress Faust, I am not adequate social company. We are both keenly aware of this.” He set the glass down with the kerchief beneath it on a small table near the chair. Horatio positioned himself out of her way and folded his hands in front of him.
“Which is entirely why I keep you around,” she stated as she picked up the glass and stared into it idly.
“I spoke with the Ministry of Finance department in Luna. The property taxes for the estate are in order for the year.” A look of confusion passed over his face. “Why would the madams of the evening in Britain assume you would have an affair with an executioner?”
The corner of her mouth pulled upward as she looked at him and winked. “It was a joke, Reed.”
“Of course it was, Mistress,” he replied casually.
She kept her eyes on him in thought. “Though, I will have to visit the city tonight. I believe you will do well watching the manor while I am away as usual.” Her dark eyes studied his expression as he smiled briefly.
“The manor is in capable hands, Lady Faust. I will make certain of it,” he reassured her. “I should prepare your traveling attire then?”
Sable nodded as she gave her instructions, “I need the emerald encrusted dagger and the bone.” She paused as she decided on what else she might need. “And the ruby dagger.”
Breathing in slowly, Horatio nodded then gave her a butler bow with his heels together. He turned and walked to the heavy sitting room door. Sable turned her attention back to the glass in her hand as he left, closing the door behind him.
Unfinished Storyline
Horatio Reed stood near the room’s tall window and began to draw the heavy, velvet curtains. He paused, looking distantly out the window into the night. Sable’s eyes were on his back as she watched him from her chair. She sat with her legs crossed and her long raven hair slung over the front of her right shoulder eventually spilling over her arm. Horatio had a specific thought in his mind, and it was inevitable that he would share.
He spoke thoughtfully, “The winter storms are heavy brewing in the mountains. They will descend soon.” Sable rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her bosom as she walked over to the window next to him. Her own gaze was fixed on the scenery outside as Horatio continued his thought. “I believe the estate will be prepared for the season, though, I may still need to gather more cords of wood for the fires.”
“I trust your judgment. After all, I did find my closet had been swapped out already,” she said as she traced a hand down the length of one sleeved arm. Indeed, she had found the heavier winter clothes in her closet and the clothes she had worn previously were now stored away until the seasons changed once again.
He smiled closed mouthed and nodded as he spoke, “It will be done, Lady Faust.” Horatio’s gaze returned to the environment outside the window. He spoke again with a gentle tone, “Mistress Faust, are you alright?”
Sable felt his concern, and she felt an obligation to ease his worry so that it might not hinder his objectives. “I am fine, Reed. I am simply disappointed that my visit to the bard’s library did not yield what I would consider acceptable answers. However, I commend you on your assistance in the matter.” She paused to look up into his hazel eyes. “But do not let that enlarge your head or I will have to shrink it.”
Turning away, she appraised the room as he responded. “Of course not.” He smiled as he was drawing the drapes then watched her look over his work, folding his gloved hands in front of him.
A green covered book had found its way to the table, and Sable studied it as she asked, “Are you reading poetry again?” She grabbed the book from its spot and began to thumb through it.
“I had thought I put it away,” he answered. He watched as she stopped on a page in the middle of the book and read the lines.
She spoke again with a bored tone, “The woman told me she sold the book of sonnets in which he claimed to hide the paper. All she could give me was a description of the woman. A blonde haired and blue eyed woman was who bought the sonnets.” The left corner of her mouth turned upward as she stated with sarcasm, “Imagine.”
“I will redouble my efforts to find the pages, Mistress Faust. I-,” he paused as he looked down in thought. “I need to find them soon. Where should we begin anew?”
His concern for her overwhelmed Sable, and she remained quiet before pursing her lips in thought. “Reed, how can I shrink your head if you do it for me?” she asked as she carefully tore the page she read from the book. Sable read the lines once more before folding the paper in half twice.
“Mistress, if the pages are found-,” he stopped his sentence; bothered by the thought he did not want to finish.
She moved toward him, a slight swagger in her walk. “I am aware.” Taking his right hand, she slid the piece of paper into his glove, letting it rest against his palm. “If you were a piece of parchment torn from what you were bound to, where would you be?”
Horatio looked up as he closed his hand slightly. He answered despite the question being rhetorical, “Doing all within my power to find my way to her side once more.”
Sable dismissed his response and handed the book of poetry to him before returning to her chair. She sat once more with her legs crossed and with a hand curled under her chin. “Perhaps we could think more like the paper. Oh, how boring you would be then.” Pausing, she thought about the missing pages. “We have two and are missing six. There is no telling what scum of the earth got his fingers on any of those parchments.”
Horatio walked across the room as she spoke, nodding as he listened. He opened the liquor cabinet armoire and set a brandy glass down, filling it one-sixth full of brandy wine. As he put away the bottle he asked, “have you found any more of your-,” he paused as he thought of the word he decided to use that would be least offensive, “contemporaries?” He gave a nod of satisfaction at his chosen word.
“I have not,” she stated, still in her brooding state. “Though, I believe some of the women who walk the night in Britain believe I am having an affair with the executioner. That is about as close to any social interaction I receive outside this manor.”
He placed a white kerchief over his hand, setting the glass atop it. “Mistress Faust, I am not adequate social company. We are both keenly aware of this.” He set the glass down with the kerchief beneath it on a small table near the chair. Horatio positioned himself out of her way and folded his hands in front of him.
“Which is entirely why I keep you around,” she stated as she picked up the glass and stared into it idly.
“I spoke with the Ministry of Finance department in Luna. The property taxes for the estate are in order for the year.” A look of confusion passed over his face. “Why would the madams of the evening in Britain assume you would have an affair with an executioner?”
The corner of her mouth pulled upward as she looked at him and winked. “It was a joke, Reed.”
“Of course it was, Mistress,” he replied casually.
She kept her eyes on him in thought. “Though, I will have to visit the city tonight. I believe you will do well watching the manor while I am away as usual.” Her dark eyes studied his expression as he smiled briefly.
“The manor is in capable hands, Lady Faust. I will make certain of it,” he reassured her. “I should prepare your traveling attire then?”
Sable nodded as she gave her instructions, “I need the emerald encrusted dagger and the bone.” She paused as she decided on what else she might need. “And the ruby dagger.”
Breathing in slowly, Horatio nodded then gave her a butler bow with his heels together. He turned and walked to the heavy sitting room door. Sable turned her attention back to the glass in her hand as he left, closing the door behind him.