[Suikoden III] Nothing More Dangerous
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runicloreThis sort of picks up from the last prompt, but only because their choice of words was perfect.
. . .
Luc didn't return to the inn until he could face the prospect of meeting Yuber in the hallway without a scowl. It wouldn't matter of course, as long as he wore the mask, but the demon had a knack for hearing even the faintest hint of anger, and he never did bother to resist the urge to capitalize on that.
The lamps were dimmed when he entered, every other sconce blown out, and the nighttime clerk lounged behind the check-in counter, glancing up without much interest at Luc's entrance, then going back to his drink. There were a few late-comers in the tavern area clustered around the bar. He spared them only a glance to make sure none of his party were among their number. Albert must have been asleep; he was good about resting before campaigns, if not at any other time. The light beneath the room he shared with Sarah was still on, however. Luc hesitated before going in, hand resting on the doorknob.
By this time tomorrow she would be in Vinay del Zexay with Albert. Alone. Yuber didn't count as any kind of protection. Not the kind that mattered.
He could imagine her facing down a regiment of Harmonian or Zexen soldiers and winning the battle; no wild animal or monster could threaten her, when her reflexes with her rune were as fast as he'd ever seen them. Yet when he imagined her faced with a night alone making small talk with their damnable strategist--
Albert was cold as ice. He tried to take comfort from that and swallow the lump in his throat, to no avail. Sarah rarely showed interest in such things, her childhood fancies notwithstanding, but he was more afraid that she simply wouldn't know how to handle such an advance. That was one thing - one of many, if he was honest - that he had neglected to teach her. Until now, it never posed a threat to her.
Luc made himself go in and lock the door behind him. "Sarah."
She looked up, snapping her trunk shut as she straightened. "Yes?"
Be careful. He wanted to say it. And it would mean nothing. She was going to the Zexen capitol, not to anything more dangerous. "You should sleep," he said instead. "You'll need your energy to manage the route to Vinay del Zexay after the battle."
Sarah smiled and banished her trunk to the foot of her bed. "I'll be fine, Master Luc. You needn't worry."
Oh, but he did. The thought made him sick.
. . .
-- Word #157: honor
You can do the math... although I didn't get to the part I planned that would've made the meaning of the word blatantly obvious. Done in sixteen minutes.
I guess I could manage an entire story (in prompts? haha!) in which Albert seduces Sarah while they're in Zexen negotiating with the council, but I'm not sure he would. I guess that's the problem with any pairing among these four. I'd just have to assume he would.
. . .
Luc didn't return to the inn until he could face the prospect of meeting Yuber in the hallway without a scowl. It wouldn't matter of course, as long as he wore the mask, but the demon had a knack for hearing even the faintest hint of anger, and he never did bother to resist the urge to capitalize on that.
The lamps were dimmed when he entered, every other sconce blown out, and the nighttime clerk lounged behind the check-in counter, glancing up without much interest at Luc's entrance, then going back to his drink. There were a few late-comers in the tavern area clustered around the bar. He spared them only a glance to make sure none of his party were among their number. Albert must have been asleep; he was good about resting before campaigns, if not at any other time. The light beneath the room he shared with Sarah was still on, however. Luc hesitated before going in, hand resting on the doorknob.
By this time tomorrow she would be in Vinay del Zexay with Albert. Alone. Yuber didn't count as any kind of protection. Not the kind that mattered.
He could imagine her facing down a regiment of Harmonian or Zexen soldiers and winning the battle; no wild animal or monster could threaten her, when her reflexes with her rune were as fast as he'd ever seen them. Yet when he imagined her faced with a night alone making small talk with their damnable strategist--
Albert was cold as ice. He tried to take comfort from that and swallow the lump in his throat, to no avail. Sarah rarely showed interest in such things, her childhood fancies notwithstanding, but he was more afraid that she simply wouldn't know how to handle such an advance. That was one thing - one of many, if he was honest - that he had neglected to teach her. Until now, it never posed a threat to her.
Luc made himself go in and lock the door behind him. "Sarah."
She looked up, snapping her trunk shut as she straightened. "Yes?"
Be careful. He wanted to say it. And it would mean nothing. She was going to the Zexen capitol, not to anything more dangerous. "You should sleep," he said instead. "You'll need your energy to manage the route to Vinay del Zexay after the battle."
Sarah smiled and banished her trunk to the foot of her bed. "I'll be fine, Master Luc. You needn't worry."
Oh, but he did. The thought made him sick.
. . .
-- Word #157: honor
You can do the math... although I didn't get to the part I planned that would've made the meaning of the word blatantly obvious. Done in sixteen minutes.
I guess I could manage an entire story (in prompts? haha!) in which Albert seduces Sarah while they're in Zexen negotiating with the council, but I'm not sure he would. I guess that's the problem with any pairing among these four. I'd just have to assume he would.
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Date: 2006-06-20 02:43 am (UTC)