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sixwordstories2013-08-31 09:49 pm
ofthelions) wrote in sixwordstories2013-08-31 09:49 pm
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That sounds like your problem, really.
"Then you won't object to me dealing with it as I see fit."
It's not, really, a question.
It's not, really, a question.
It isn't remotely a question. Edgar doesn't enjoy having Julien around because the man comes with questions.
"I'll object if it turns into my problem again."
"I'll object if it turns into my problem again."
"That won't be necessary."
He can make the problem go away permanently, after all. "Anything else, your Highness?"
He can make the problem go away permanently, after all. "Anything else, your Highness?"
He's not a perfect Spade, perhaps. He's simply gotten to the point where the knowledge of what he's signing off on Julien doing doesn't require much more than the briefest batting of an eye.
It does still require that moment of closing his eyes.
"Nothing that can't wait for this to be dealt with." And eyes back open. "Unless you happen to see Chives. Lord knows I could do with a drink."
It does still require that moment of closing his eyes.
"Nothing that can't wait for this to be dealt with." And eyes back open. "Unless you happen to see Chives. Lord knows I could do with a drink."
Julien's lips twitch. He knows what you're thinking, Edgar.
"Somehow I expect it won't take me finding him." Chives had a knack for this sort of thing, after all. It's why he's the Butler.
"I don't expect you're going to require a report." Edgar wouldn't want to know the details, after all. And Julien was professional enough to make sure a job got done.
"Somehow I expect it won't take me finding him." Chives had a knack for this sort of thing, after all. It's why he's the Butler.
"I don't expect you're going to require a report." Edgar wouldn't want to know the details, after all. And Julien was professional enough to make sure a job got done.
That, of course, was the wonderful (terrible) thing about properly dyed-in-the-wool Spades. It was almost always as if they were reading your mind.
"Nothing formal, no."
Just the Ace appearing again. Probably not even saying a word.
"Nothing formal, no."
Just the Ace appearing again. Probably not even saying a word.
When you're constantly assessing those around you, it stood to reason you ended up becoming quite accomplished at reading them.
"Very well, then." He'll take that as a dismissal and leave. With probably Chives already at the door as he exits. Which has Julien glancing back over his shoulder at Edgar with something of a smirk.
The job doesn't take long, he's back in the Castle by nightfall. No report needed, but maybe he'll bring the King another drink for the both of them.
"Very well, then." He'll take that as a dismissal and leave. With probably Chives already at the door as he exits. Which has Julien glancing back over his shoulder at Edgar with something of a smirk.
The job doesn't take long, he's back in the Castle by nightfall. No report needed, but maybe he'll bring the King another drink for the both of them.
God bless butlers. God bless the fact they push tea but know when to bring hard liquor.
And, at the end of the day, bless Aces who know exactly what their King is going to need to soften the blow.
Come join him at the window, Julien. He's been staring for a while now, and clearly someone else should stare with him. "Give me good news."
And, at the end of the day, bless Aces who know exactly what their King is going to need to soften the blow.
Come join him at the window, Julien. He's been staring for a while now, and clearly someone else should stare with him. "Give me good news."
[ You'll probably remember Lockhart, if you want to or not, because he looks exactly the same. His hair is shorter and his robes are flashier and far more expensive but otherwise... very much the same person.
Luckily, Gilderoy doesn't recognize you at all. ] But it'll rain! PLEASE lend me your umbrella~ [ Smile! ]
Luckily, Gilderoy doesn't recognize you at all. ] But it'll rain! PLEASE lend me your umbrella~ [ Smile! ]
He'll stand by the window, wordlessly offer a tumbler. "The view is the same as yesterday."
He pauses, takes a swallow from his own glass. "And our problem is solved."
He pauses, takes a swallow from his own glass. "And our problem is solved."
"Considering your Fives attacked my Twos, I rather think it's both of our problems."
Said with a sharp tilt of her chin that he'll recognize easily.
Said with a sharp tilt of her chin that he'll recognize easily.
The first bit is strangely enough, good news. And, well. The second bit is enough to loosen something in the King's shoulders, to prompt him actually take the shot he's been offered.
"Will it stay solved?"
"Will it stay solved?"
"No reason to think otherwise."
He changed his shirt before he came up here. The cuffs will need bleaching.
"And the other thing?" That was going to keep until he returned.
He changed his shirt before he came up here. The cuffs will need bleaching.
"And the other thing?" That was going to keep until he returned.
[He does remember this one. He absolutely does. He's not, however, absolutely certain that the man remembers him--the years have been far less kind to Edgar since his days at Hogwarts.]
And what'll I do when I need to get home, mm, if you've taken my umbrella?
And what'll I do when I need to get home, mm, if you've taken my umbrella?
Of course he recognizes it. Of course it hurts, just a little, to see the woman he remembers inside the woman he doesn't know.
His own smile is far from the ones which used to break his face in half in their childhood. "And you genuinely think a scuffle like this requires both our attention."
His own smile is far from the ones which used to break his face in half in their childhood. "And you genuinely think a scuffle like this requires both our attention."
[ Gilderoy is, you must've heard, famous these days! And rosy-cheeked and very fashionably dressed... it's rather worrying that he did so much better than Edgar. It's all a facade, of course. Don't ask how he came to be so famous. ]
Well, your hair wouldn't deflate like mine! You'll help, won't you? I can't be seen with wet hair~~
Well, your hair wouldn't deflate like mine! You'll help, won't you? I can't be seen with wet hair~~
Which, well. Also wasn't Edgar's problem. Why have a castle full of Chives if they didn't make half of the ugliness here someone else's problem.
"Is a personal favour." Which brought the tiniest bit of softness to the older man's features. Another imperfection, perhaps. "If you've an hour to spare tonight."
"Is a personal favour." Which brought the tiniest bit of softness to the older man's features. Another imperfection, perhaps. "If you've an hour to spare tonight."
"A personal favor?" Julien looks at him sidelong. "That's a first."
They'd been quite professional up until now, after all. Though of course he had certainly appreciated how Edgar had come into power here.
They'd been quite professional up until now, after all. Though of course he had certainly appreciated how Edgar had come into power here.
[It's not such a surprise, really, that Gilderoy's done as well as he seems to have done. He'd seemed that sort of person even ages ago.
That doesn't mean Edgar's got to completely feed into it, though, does he?] Can't you, though?
That doesn't mean Edgar's got to completely feed into it, though, does he?] Can't you, though?
There were only so many ways to take and maintain power in the Spades. Keeping things close to the vest was one of them.
But this, well. This was almost a matter of state, wasn't it--the frequent attempts at getting his daughter to stop challenging in his old Suit and come be an asset to his new one? "I just need someone to go over to Clubs for a bit."
But this, well. This was almost a matter of state, wasn't it--the frequent attempts at getting his daughter to stop challenging in his old Suit and come be an asset to his new one? "I just need someone to go over to Clubs for a bit."
Julien's spine stiffens and his gaze turns incredulous, "so you want me to go?"
Surely he hadn't heard that correctly. "I wasn't made Ace for my diplomatic skills, Edgar."
If they're talking about a personal favor, he's going to drop the title.
Surely he hadn't heard that correctly. "I wasn't made Ace for my diplomatic skills, Edgar."
If they're talking about a personal favor, he's going to drop the title.
[ It pays off to smile and comb your hair and such, Edgar! Though you look quite dashing, don't you? Perhaps not as sparkly as ol' Gildy, but that's quite impossible to beat. ]
Oh, I couldn't! My fans expect perfect hair from me, especially the ladies.
Oh, I couldn't! My fans expect perfect hair from me, especially the ladies.
"I don't want a diplomat." There were a million better people to send as diplomats. "I want someone who has credibility as a Face and as a Spade."
And of those? He had Julien and the Chives family.
"I'm just looking to have someone speak to my daughter about her next Challenge. I can find someone else. Your time tonight is your own."
And of those? He had Julien and the Chives family.
"I'm just looking to have someone speak to my daughter about her next Challenge. I can find someone else. Your time tonight is your own."
Then I expect someone who's a lady and a fan would be far better to ask than I am, Gildy.
[Whoops. That was instinct.]
[Whoops. That was instinct.]
Well. That was interesting.
"What about her next Challenge?"
Yes, Edgar, you've got him hooked now, just have to reel him in.
"What about her next Challenge?"
Yes, Edgar, you've got him hooked now, just have to reel him in.
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