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Entry tags:
Soot 12 + Canvas: Where There's a Will...
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Where There's a Will...
Timeline: 716 AW
Colors: Soot 12: Cogito ergo sum (trans: I think therefore I am)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas (400 years before current time)
Word Count: 403
Summary: If my lady wills it, then I shall.
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual situations
Warnings: Brief language
Notes: Gaultier and Georges are two of the most powerful men in Monde, though Gaultier may hold more real power. Michel du Bois is a minor lord whose fertile lands supplies the capital with their wood.
“Do you see the way he looks at her?” Gautiler asked his younger brother, Georges.
Georges bit into a tart. All he saw was that little plucky girl fawning over the woodsman.
“I don't see anything,” Georges said reaching for another tart.
“If you'd stop stuffing your fucking face and open your eyes, then perhaps you might!” Gautiler growled.
“But they are so very good,” Georges said licking his lip.
Gautiler gave his brother a look.
Georges sighed and swallowed the rest of the tart. He wiped his mouth with the edge of his sleeve.
“Now what have you?”
“I don't trust du Bois,” Gautiler said.
“He's harmless. The du Bois' barely have any clout at court.”
“Yes,” Gaultier said rubbing his chin. “So how do you explain the Princess Anne's interest in him?”
“He's handsome and he's young,” Georges said shrugging. “A young maiden's dream man some say.”
“I don't think so,” Gaultier said. “His mother...the Lady Madeline, she's a cunning one.”
“Well I suppose that's true,” Georges agreed.
“I won't be ruled over by a woodsman,” Gaultier said.
“That's a tad bit of a jump forward, don't you think?” Georges said somewhat alarmed.
“Our king is sadly devoted to his daughter and would do anything she asked him. What if the woodsman asks for her hand?”
Georges rolled his eyes. “Look at them, they are just flirting!”
“Men don't just flirt with the heir to the throne,” Gaultier said stonily. “There's always a motive.”
* * *
“Come to my chambers,” Anne said softly.
Michel chuckled. “I'd like to keep my cock where it is.”
Anne grinned. “Do you know where it could be?”
“Anne...”
Anne threw up her hands.
“You are such a stiff, Michel.”
“Yes,” Michel said. “But that's what makes me.”
“And that's what makes me love you,” Anne said pressing against him.
Michel took a step back. “You speak of love, Anne. But your body speaks of something else.”
Anne sighed.
“Are you coming on progress with us?” Anne said changing the topic.
“If the King wills it,” Michel said.
“He will.”
“Then I shall,” Michel said softly.
“And shall we see each other?” Anne asked.
“If my princess wills it,” Michel said smiling slightly.
Anne's face positively glowed. “I shall.”
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Where There's a Will...
Timeline: 716 AW
Colors: Soot 12: Cogito ergo sum (trans: I think therefore I am)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas (400 years before current time)
Word Count: 403
Summary: If my lady wills it, then I shall.
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual situations
Warnings: Brief language
Notes: Gaultier and Georges are two of the most powerful men in Monde, though Gaultier may hold more real power. Michel du Bois is a minor lord whose fertile lands supplies the capital with their wood.
“Do you see the way he looks at her?” Gautiler asked his younger brother, Georges.
Georges bit into a tart. All he saw was that little plucky girl fawning over the woodsman.
“I don't see anything,” Georges said reaching for another tart.
“If you'd stop stuffing your fucking face and open your eyes, then perhaps you might!” Gautiler growled.
“But they are so very good,” Georges said licking his lip.
Gautiler gave his brother a look.
Georges sighed and swallowed the rest of the tart. He wiped his mouth with the edge of his sleeve.
“Now what have you?”
“I don't trust du Bois,” Gautiler said.
“He's harmless. The du Bois' barely have any clout at court.”
“Yes,” Gaultier said rubbing his chin. “So how do you explain the Princess Anne's interest in him?”
“He's handsome and he's young,” Georges said shrugging. “A young maiden's dream man some say.”
“I don't think so,” Gaultier said. “His mother...the Lady Madeline, she's a cunning one.”
“Well I suppose that's true,” Georges agreed.
“I won't be ruled over by a woodsman,” Gaultier said.
“That's a tad bit of a jump forward, don't you think?” Georges said somewhat alarmed.
“Our king is sadly devoted to his daughter and would do anything she asked him. What if the woodsman asks for her hand?”
Georges rolled his eyes. “Look at them, they are just flirting!”
“Men don't just flirt with the heir to the throne,” Gaultier said stonily. “There's always a motive.”
* * *
“Come to my chambers,” Anne said softly.
Michel chuckled. “I'd like to keep my cock where it is.”
Anne grinned. “Do you know where it could be?”
“Anne...”
Anne threw up her hands.
“You are such a stiff, Michel.”
“Yes,” Michel said. “But that's what makes me.”
“And that's what makes me love you,” Anne said pressing against him.
Michel took a step back. “You speak of love, Anne. But your body speaks of something else.”
Anne sighed.
“Are you coming on progress with us?” Anne said changing the topic.
“If the King wills it,” Michel said.
“He will.”
“Then I shall,” Michel said softly.
“And shall we see each other?” Anne asked.
“If my princess wills it,” Michel said smiling slightly.
Anne's face positively glowed. “I shall.”
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