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Posted on September 18, 2016 at 00:34:54 AM by anapa
Alethea was beautiful in the way Anapa’s aunt Izeti was beautiful: enrapturing, inaccessible. When he first caught sight of her down the corridor, his ire tweaked hotly in his chest. If he never made it back home, Izeti was probably the one person he wouldn’t miss at all.
He would have passed her in the corridor and returned to his antagonising search for the great outdoors without giving her a second thought had she not paused as she drew up to him. The corridor was easily wide enough to stroll full-shouldered past without a problem, but he caught himself pausing too. Clearly, from her body language, she intended to speak. Verbally cutting someone down might improve his mood.
She did speak, and his mood fluttered for an entirely different reason. The young lady might have Izeti’s physical grace, but her voice was dipped in Indeysta’s warmth. Anapa had always supposed that his mother was unique in the world, with the sheer kindness she radiated with every gentle glance, every loving word. Perhaps she was – in his world. He turned, without really thinking, and non-verbally accepted her offer of guidance.
“Yes, I’m… Anapa.”
A very small frown creased his brow as he rolled the word around in his mouth for a second before dropping it out with a slightly questioning note. He’d followed her lead, but nobody had ever called him Anapa except his parents, aunt and cousin. He had always been Lord Anapa to everyone else for as long as he could remember; he’d certainly never introduced himself without titular before. He didn’t bother asking how she knew his name or why she didn’t use his titular. This world had so many unfamiliar customs that it was exhausting enough trying to keep up with them, let alone enquiring after each and every one.
All but the most impertinent of the onlookers had vanished (several of the male ones tripping over themselves a little as they did). Anapa paused as he and Alethea drew level with them, raising one eyebrow slightly. They stared back unabashedly.
“I would beware of falling objects, if I were you,” he coolly informed the nearest one.
The victim squeaked in horror and vanished through the nearest door, her friends hot on her heels. Anapa allowed himself the smallest and briefest of smirks before continuing down the corridor with Alethea.
not the greatest or the longest, sorry :|
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- be noble, for you are made of stars - By Alethea September 27, 2016 at 05:41:15 AM
- open his way in front of the spirits. - By anapa October 16, 2016 at 06:13:17 PM
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