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rubberbutton) wrote2006-08-02 07:03 pm
rubberbutton) wrote2006-08-02 07:03 pm
Elle & Pradon
Elle studied the cards intently, impatiently flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder. Pradon leaned back in his chair, calmly waiting for her appraisal.
“Do you believe you can read the future in these cards?” He asked, his deep voice neither incredulous or accusatory, merely a simple inquiry.
She looked up momentarily, meeting his dark eyes with her own green ones, and gave him a half-grin. “No, of course not. They’re just pieces of paper with pretty pictures on them. And the Lord knows, I am no kind of precog. I never have an umbrella when I need one.” She set down two more cards and considered them. “But the cards gives me something to do with my hands during interviews.” Pradon very much doubted the cards were just that, just like he very much doubted Elle was the pretty, vivacious, if slightly silly girl she seemed to be. That Vivian would insist on every potential employee having an ‘interview’ with the young Elle Chiavoroli before she’d hire them and consulted with her on matters large and small suggested Elle was anything but what she seemed.
She tapped on one of the cards. “This is you. The King of Swords, how appropriate, right?” She smiled again, and he found it hard not to grin back. He was not usually given to sloppy displays of emotion. “This-“ she pointed again, “Is me. The Page of Cups.”
“What? Not queen?”
She pulled a face. “Not yet, baby, not yet. Still. Not an unfavorable layout.”
“So I have the job?”
Collecting her cards, she shrugged. “It’s not up to me. Vivian makes the decisions.”
“But you have not objection to my appointment.”
She laughed lightly. “No, but I can come up with some if you want. Do you want to be my bodyguard?” The last bit was earnest, her head cocked to the side.
“It’s not for me to say.”
“Well, gee, you sure know how to make a girl feel all warm and fuzzy.” She rolled her eyes eloquently. “Of course you get a say. Besides, I don’t want a guard who doesn’t want be there- it might hinder job performance.”
“I assure you that I would do my duty. And I am very good at my job.” Pradon straightened in his chair, even sitting he still managed to loom. He was over 6’4” and broad shouldered, but his bulk wasn’t his primary qualification for the job. He was much more than hired muscle. He was a werewolf and one of the finest fighters in Chicago and a minor spellcaster as well.
“I’m sure you are,” she said, mollifying. “I wasn’t implying… I’d just feel bad if you had a job you hated.” She squirmed a little uncomfortably, realizing that job satisfaction was not a priority for him.
“I have no issue with the job. It would be an honor to serve you and Vivian.”
“That seems to be putting it a bit grandly, but ok. You’re hired.”
“Do you believe you can read the future in these cards?” He asked, his deep voice neither incredulous or accusatory, merely a simple inquiry.
She looked up momentarily, meeting his dark eyes with her own green ones, and gave him a half-grin. “No, of course not. They’re just pieces of paper with pretty pictures on them. And the Lord knows, I am no kind of precog. I never have an umbrella when I need one.” She set down two more cards and considered them. “But the cards gives me something to do with my hands during interviews.” Pradon very much doubted the cards were just that, just like he very much doubted Elle was the pretty, vivacious, if slightly silly girl she seemed to be. That Vivian would insist on every potential employee having an ‘interview’ with the young Elle Chiavoroli before she’d hire them and consulted with her on matters large and small suggested Elle was anything but what she seemed.
She tapped on one of the cards. “This is you. The King of Swords, how appropriate, right?” She smiled again, and he found it hard not to grin back. He was not usually given to sloppy displays of emotion. “This-“ she pointed again, “Is me. The Page of Cups.”
“What? Not queen?”
She pulled a face. “Not yet, baby, not yet. Still. Not an unfavorable layout.”
“So I have the job?”
Collecting her cards, she shrugged. “It’s not up to me. Vivian makes the decisions.”
“But you have not objection to my appointment.”
She laughed lightly. “No, but I can come up with some if you want. Do you want to be my bodyguard?” The last bit was earnest, her head cocked to the side.
“It’s not for me to say.”
“Well, gee, you sure know how to make a girl feel all warm and fuzzy.” She rolled her eyes eloquently. “Of course you get a say. Besides, I don’t want a guard who doesn’t want be there- it might hinder job performance.”
“I assure you that I would do my duty. And I am very good at my job.” Pradon straightened in his chair, even sitting he still managed to loom. He was over 6’4” and broad shouldered, but his bulk wasn’t his primary qualification for the job. He was much more than hired muscle. He was a werewolf and one of the finest fighters in Chicago and a minor spellcaster as well.
“I’m sure you are,” she said, mollifying. “I wasn’t implying… I’d just feel bad if you had a job you hated.” She squirmed a little uncomfortably, realizing that job satisfaction was not a priority for him.
“I have no issue with the job. It would be an honor to serve you and Vivian.”
“That seems to be putting it a bit grandly, but ok. You’re hired.”