Private Conversations with the Lady
Jan. 5th, 2020 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soulspice[Welcome to the Lady's...not home far from home, but it's a place she tolerates. The moment you enter it's clear she did her best to make this office in the bookstore a place she approves.
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
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Date: 2020-01-08 06:29 pm (UTC)[Her ego is so inflated it's going to fill the entirety of Krakow, Rean]
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Date: 2020-01-08 11:41 pm (UTC)...I really can't imagine why someone would literally give their life to serve you. I'd have to ask, though, if Rembrandt would be one of those people? He didn't really seem like the type.
[ Even if he knew little about the man, he didn't seem like he'd throw away his life just for one person. Then again, what did he know? ]
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Date: 2020-01-08 11:59 pm (UTC)Oh, I wish. If he was, he wouldn't be saying outrageous things out there for you all to misinterpret.
[Apparently Rembrandt is a free soul and she hates that, hah!]
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Date: 2020-01-09 04:17 am (UTC)[ And it'd make more sense. ]
Though, you two seem to have already gotten the others to think of you two as a married couple...
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Date: 2020-01-09 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-09 04:57 am (UTC)[ Actually, he'll mostly be thinking about other things, but it's the thought that counts, right. ]
I think I'll be going now. I really didn't expect to stay as long as I had talking to you.
[ And with that, he decided to turn on his heel to depart. ]
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Date: 2020-01-09 06:07 am (UTC)[That's the last thing Rean may hear before he leaves. Oh boy, that's turning into a bit of a sore point.
See you, Rean]