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Carried on from this post Lord Duskryn rose as the Lady departed.
Then, without ceremony, he sat while letting her barbed words settle in his gut like a thorned vine twisting inward. Gods, how he relished the sting.
Her perfume still haunted the air: syrup-sweet with a core of iron. Her voice clung to the walls like damp velvet, every syllable slithering long after its speaker had gone. The pinch of her fingers, the pour of the wine, lashes lacquered in contempt... it was theatre.
And it was good theatre.
But he had long since ceased to be moved by performance alone.
Yet she was not wrong. Nor was she irrelevant.
He had come expecting to break bread with Heathcliff alone, but it seemed the Doctor came paired with a Viper... and to court one was to endure the fangs of the other. A useful truth. One to cement for the future, should opportunity arise.
Duskryn tilted his chin, eyes half-lidded, and let the silence stretch between them. It was broken only by the soft sigh of smoke that plumed from his lips before he crushed his gifted cigarillo between two bare fingers. The pain was short but delightful.
He then heard pen to paper. A card slid forward. He took it with delicate precision and turned it over.
Madam Gampre. Sister of Sin. Pandaria.
Humans, he thought. Of course. Why not...
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He looked up at Heathcliff, smile soft and unreadable. “Thank you. Bless you,” he murmured, the manic edge barely veiled behind velvet civility. The mention of wine drew a more grounded nod. Payment. A token gesture of trust to come.
As the Doctor turned to go, Duskryn stood once more.
He watched Heathcliff pass through the threshold, one last flicker of interest in his gaze.
And then everything stopped.
The music. The server's mid-step. The kitchen clatter. A champagne flute, mid-clink, stilled in the air. Time, it seemed, had held its breath.
Duskryn exhaled slowly, nostrils flaring in a sigh, almost meditative as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
He crossed to the ruined cake, eyes falling to the drag-mark carved by the Lady’s finger. He pressed his own into the same groove and lifted the sugar-laden morsel to his lips.
“Mmm…” he mused. “She is delicious.”
He circled the table.
Two waiters, previously frozen, stirred the moment he neared. One boxed the unfinished wine; the other slipped his coat over his shoulders with silent reverence.
He donned his gloves, moving toward the exit only to pause at the doorway. His eyes turned to the establishment's gracious Host.
The Host, still unmoving and still standing by the door, felt something settle over him like a tightening collar.
A command was issued.
The man blinked and felt his movement return. He then vanished into the back.
He returned moments later with a paper: a roster of names and addresses.
The Host pointed to one. The one spared by Lady Shadowglade.
Duskryn stepped close, smoothing the man’s collar as though dressing him for a burial. His voice was gentle. “Thank you for such an eventful, hospitable evening.”
He then took his leave.
Time resumed. The hum of conversation. The clink of silverware. The laughter. Nothing seemed out of place, as if those who were frozen were suddenly unaware of what had transpired
The Host took out his ledger, where one final instruction thrummed within him.
Without hesitation, he struck Lord Duskryn’s name from the guest list. The name also fell from memory.
Only Lady Shadowglade and Lord Heathcliff had visited that evening.
At least according to everyone who remembered.
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[Image description available in alt text and under the cut. Also a speedpaint under the cut!] aaaand my final piece for this year's big bang hosted by @pilesofnonsense! so many thanks to them, i love this event <333 if you want your heart to be broken by a bittersweet masterpiece of an AU, go read This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me by @late-to-the-magnus-archives. trust me, it's so worth it.
Screaming the name of a foreigners God
Not about moving on, but moving forward. Sorpeli Week 2025 day 7: Duty/Desire
Opeli swept the floor in the small chapel in the hospital. They had cleaning staff, but she felt it was her responsibility to take care of the chapel. It gave her time with Lady Justice, to bask in her presence.
Lady Justice was Truth, and she was Hope. Opeli knew everyone here needed both.
“Hey,” She looked up, her eyes going to the door of the chapel. Soren stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his scrubs.
A wave of worry flooded through her like a river as she paused her sweeping, leaning the broom against the wall.
“You’re doing that thing again.” the side of his mouth quirked into a small grin as he walked into the chapel, glancing around.
“What thing?” she arched an eyebrow at him.
“Worrying about me.” he stopped in front of her, reaching out to smooth the small wrinkle that had formed between her eyebrows. “I’m fine, Peli. I promise.”
“You’re sure?” she brushed a strand of hair out of his face.
He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah. I- um, I’m handing in my resignation letter to Harrow after my shift.”
“So you decided.” They’d talked about this over the past week, starting after the death of Morris Walker.
He nodded. “Medicine wasn’t my choice, y’know? It was all for my dad. I think- I need to find something else. Something with less grief.” Soren looked back at her. “Do you think this is the right choice?”
She rubbed his arm, nodding. “I think you’re doing what’s right for you. It’s important to know what your limits are.” she gave him a small smile. “So, what’s the next step?”
He blew out a breath. “That’s… a hard question. Something in writing, hopefully. Maybe editing? I minored in writing for the first few years, so that might be enough to get me a job.”
Opeli squeezed his hand. “Whatever it is, I’ll be here with you.”
“You and Lady Justice?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.
She smiled. “She’s always observing.”
He smiled back at her before pulling her into a hug. She hugged him back, leaning the side of her head against his chest and feeling the gentle thump, thump, thump of his heartbeat.
Soren rested his chin on her head, hugging her tightly. His fingers played with the ends of her hair, pulled back into a loose braid.
Opeli pulled away from the hug, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “One last shift.”
“One last shift,” he repeated, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll see you after.”
As she watched him leave the chapel, she was also watching him walk into a new life.
A happier life, with the both of them.
One step at a time.
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So long and goodnight!
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