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birthrightgreen) wrote2006-01-13 09:10 pm
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AU for
_deadlydance_, set immediately after "The Price"
She wasn't nervous. She had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't like it was a romantic evening. They'd just worked so hard on the case, working to catch the rabid witch who'd been slaughtering innocent males. And they had, with Jaenelle's help. Now Jaenelle and Daemon were back on their honeymoon and she...
She was here in Amdarh, back how she had been, nursing the bruises Falonar had left. So, why, exactly was she changing her dress? The one she had on was perfectly acceptable. She was going out dancing with a friend. She could use a friend right now. What she couldn't use was a male thinking he was just going to sweep in and carry her off.
Not that he was probably thinking that, but she was suspicious.
He was a male, and years of seeing them abused by her own sex still hadn't made her trust them as a gender. Then again, she didn't trust most people.
With a growl at herself, she finally settled on a black dress with enough slink to impress and a enough swirl to make a statement on the dance floor, no matter how elegant and formal. Hair pinned half up, the rest left down. If people stared at her ears, so be it.
She was ready. It was going to be fun. She kept repeating that. Fun. With a friend.
Just a friend. He wasn't expecting anything. He wouldn't be that foolish.
She just wished she knew what he wanted.
She was here in Amdarh, back how she had been, nursing the bruises Falonar had left. So, why, exactly was she changing her dress? The one she had on was perfectly acceptable. She was going out dancing with a friend. She could use a friend right now. What she couldn't use was a male thinking he was just going to sweep in and carry her off.
Not that he was probably thinking that, but she was suspicious.
He was a male, and years of seeing them abused by her own sex still hadn't made her trust them as a gender. Then again, she didn't trust most people.
With a growl at herself, she finally settled on a black dress with enough slink to impress and a enough swirl to make a statement on the dance floor, no matter how elegant and formal. Hair pinned half up, the rest left down. If people stared at her ears, so be it.
She was ready. It was going to be fun. She kept repeating that. Fun. With a friend.
Just a friend. He wasn't expecting anything. He wouldn't be that foolish.
She just wished she knew what he wanted.
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Different things to different people. Different people to himself.
Rainier knew that game.
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He didn't like being brushed off.
"Nevermind?"
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"It matters to you. Now."
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"Sometimes that is not how things go."
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"Tell me about your family?"
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Then he remembered what the day had been to her.
"My parents were married, though perhaps they shouldn't have been." Rainier paused, momentarily surprised by his own honesty. "I'm their only child, though I do have a half sister."
He took a sip of his wine.
"Now. Something about you."
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"My mother died when I was a child." She glanced at him. "It's possible you met her at the Hall? Her name was Titian."
A slight smile. "I'm an only child, as far as I know."
An even smaller smile, though somthing strange glittered in her eyes. "My father died last year."
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"She was one of the few people I knew who could actually yell at the High Lord."
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Rainier played with the stem of his glass, now focusing in on the rest of Rainier's words.
"I had wondered about that."
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He had watched them, from the bench.
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Her eyes darkened slightly, then she forced a smile. "When he found me again after Titian died, he took me to a Red Moon house to apprentice with and arranged for my education to resume, adding fight masters to the cycle of tutors. They built on what Titian had already taught me." And honed the killing instincts she'd developed on the street.
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Fingers tightened on the wine glass.
"I knew you were close. I just didn't know how."
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"He was the only family I had for over 350 years. The only friend, really." Voice utterly calm, she moved to scoop up a little more of the dessert she didn't really want, but it was something to do with her hands.
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"We've spent a lot of time looking out for each other through the years."
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"He seems to have perfected the skill."
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"It seems like he is your compass?"
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Daemon also had seemingly eased whatever had been upsetting Surreal for all of those days, setting Rainier on edge because he simply had no idea how to sooth it.
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