Chapter Three
By: Ocean Tempest@GO
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Cecil turned from her work as the door opened. Slowly, the battle weary Remus stepped in. He was dirty, sore, covered in blood and sweat, but he had done it. He silently approached Cecil.
“I’m back,” he stated.
“Welcome home. Did you get the stuff?” she asked, no concern for his well being in her voice.
“Yes,” he replied, furnishing the vial. The liquid contents sloshed around ominously.
“Very good,” Cecil congratulated him, taking the vial from his hands. She turned from him without batting an eye. She opened the bottle and poured the contents into a bowl. Quickly, she began adding herbs to speed up the drying process. Remus looked on, weary, ready to be dismissed. Cecil ignored him, hurrying to finish her work.
Outside, the first stars appeared overhead. The fire in the hearth crackled. Cecil hurried about, a smile on her face as she dreamt of the evil she was about to wrought. Slowly, the blood in the bowl dried. Cecil picked up her pestle and began to grind the nefarious substance into a fine powder. Still, Remus waited.
“Cecil,” he stated after a time.
“Hm...... yes?” she asked, turning to face him with only slight look of annoyance.
“What do you think of me? Do you think I’m nice, crazy, annoying, or what?” He asked, not allowing his secret hope to edge its way into his voice.
“You pose an interesting question,” Cecil began. “I think you are useful and entertaining. I shall leave it at that. Why do you want to know?”
“I... I....” he started, not sure how to finish his sentence. “I would like to go to bed.” completely foregoing his true intentions.
“M’kay,” she said with a dismissive wave, turning from him and back to her work.
Remus sighed, leaving for his meager bed. The hero had slain the dragon, but the maiden hadn’t fallen in love. There was no happy ever after, just another day of Cecil’s evil tricks.
He fingered the crown amulet that marked him as her property as he undressed. He resolved then that he would not give in, he would not leave her. He decided he would wait until she was ready to fall in love with him.
In the kitchen, Cecil stilled herself for a moment as she heard silence in Remus’ room.
“Sweet dreams, Remus,” she whispered quietly. Not another soul heard her, and she liked it that way.
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Cecil turned from her work as the door opened. Slowly, the battle weary Remus stepped in. He was dirty, sore, covered in blood and sweat, but he had done it. He silently approached Cecil.
“I’m back,” he stated.
“Welcome home. Did you get the stuff?” she asked, no concern for his well being in her voice.
“Yes,” he replied, furnishing the vial. The liquid contents sloshed around ominously.
“Very good,” Cecil congratulated him, taking the vial from his hands. She turned from him without batting an eye. She opened the bottle and poured the contents into a bowl. Quickly, she began adding herbs to speed up the drying process. Remus looked on, weary, ready to be dismissed. Cecil ignored him, hurrying to finish her work.
Outside, the first stars appeared overhead. The fire in the hearth crackled. Cecil hurried about, a smile on her face as she dreamt of the evil she was about to wrought. Slowly, the blood in the bowl dried. Cecil picked up her pestle and began to grind the nefarious substance into a fine powder. Still, Remus waited.
“Cecil,” he stated after a time.
“Hm...... yes?” she asked, turning to face him with only slight look of annoyance.
“What do you think of me? Do you think I’m nice, crazy, annoying, or what?” He asked, not allowing his secret hope to edge its way into his voice.
“You pose an interesting question,” Cecil began. “I think you are useful and entertaining. I shall leave it at that. Why do you want to know?”
“I... I....” he started, not sure how to finish his sentence. “I would like to go to bed.” completely foregoing his true intentions.
“M’kay,” she said with a dismissive wave, turning from him and back to her work.
Remus sighed, leaving for his meager bed. The hero had slain the dragon, but the maiden hadn’t fallen in love. There was no happy ever after, just another day of Cecil’s evil tricks.
He fingered the crown amulet that marked him as her property as he undressed. He resolved then that he would not give in, he would not leave her. He decided he would wait until she was ready to fall in love with him.
In the kitchen, Cecil stilled herself for a moment as she heard silence in Remus’ room.
“Sweet dreams, Remus,” she whispered quietly. Not another soul heard her, and she liked it that way.