Fix: Red Vixen, Coda
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jeriendhalJust a little addition that occured to me over the weekend.
As it turned out, the door to their cabin wasn’t locked at all. Not that it particularly mattered, since at the moment Rolas wasn’t in a position to walk outside. Well, not unless some kind soul had included bolt cutters in their wedding gifts.
“Mmm, such a serious look. What are you thinking, Rolas?” Melika asked, laying her head on his shoulder and snuggling up to him.
“That eventually my arms are going to fall asleep.”
She nipped his ear playfully, “Aside from that.”
“Actually…”
“Hmm?”
“I was wondering how Highglider was getting along.”
“Oh, Rolas!” She rolled off of him and buried her face in a pillow to let out a short scream. Voice muffled, she asked, “What by the Holy Den Mother could possibly possess you to think about that awful vixen now?”
“I can’t help the way my mind works.”
She sat up again. “Fine, then kindly get her out of your system and let me know what’s on your mind. I’m the only female you should be thinking about right now.”
“Sorry, I just can’t help but wonder how she’s being treated at the facility. Despite everything, in the end I felt rather sorry for the old bat. She just wanted to be with her son after all, never mind that he’s a complete bastard himself.”
Melika snorted in irritation. “I’m sure she’s getting exactly what she deserves right now.”
“Yes, but what is that exact-- mmph!” He was suddenly silenced as she clamped her paw around his muzzle, shutting it more firmly by wrapping and knotting a length of red ribbon around it.
“Less talking, more honeymoon,” she ordered.
Being an obedient husband, he was more than happy to oblige her.
* * *
Commoners. She was surrounded by commoners. Commoners with absolutely no appreciation of her status. Commoners that treated her as if she was some dangerous animal, not a countess that had been coldly betrayed by her peers at the first sign of public weakness.
“All right, this way ma’am,” the orderly said as she stepped out of the van. “Kindly don’t give us any trouble, if you would.” He kept a hand on his stun stick as she brushed past him, nose high, smiling coolly, as if she was still dressed in her skirts and jewelry, not this shapeless orange prisoner’s uniform and soft shackles. She was led into the cold, white washed concrete building, down a corridor and past two security stations, the steel doors closing behind her with the finality of a tomb. Still, she showed no fear, showed no deference. She was a Farm Lord, that was in her blood. No matter what humiliation might be inflicted on her, no matter what the Council claimed, they would never strip that away from her. They had already taken the most important thing in her life from her three years ago.
“All right, this is the common room. You’ll be permitted to gather here from 0700 to 2100, assuming you’ve no outstanding demerits…” the guard at her right hand was saying, as she was led into the central housing pod and release from her restraints. She ignored him as she looked at the wretched grouping of males and females sitting at tables and chairs molded out of the solid plastic lining the floor in the hexagonal chamber. Commoners, all of them. Workers and servants of the lowest class, and she would be expected to treat them as if they were equals.
No, wait. There was one figure there that was no commoner. One figure she never thought she would see again. He was just looking up from his game of chess, the words What are you doing here? forming on his lips, as she let out a triumphant “Ha!” cutting the guard off. “I’ve heard everything I need to hear,” she told him, striding forward into the common room, gathering her child into her arms.
“I never thought I’d see you again, Kevi,” she whispered into his ear, holding him tight, as he patted her back clumsily and mumbled surprised questions to her.
And in her mind, she was laughing at the Council, at that the betraying Darktails that had stolen her family’s title from her, shouting into the air, I’ve won! I’ve won!
As it turned out, the door to their cabin wasn’t locked at all. Not that it particularly mattered, since at the moment Rolas wasn’t in a position to walk outside. Well, not unless some kind soul had included bolt cutters in their wedding gifts.
“Mmm, such a serious look. What are you thinking, Rolas?” Melika asked, laying her head on his shoulder and snuggling up to him.
“That eventually my arms are going to fall asleep.”
She nipped his ear playfully, “Aside from that.”
“Actually…”
“Hmm?”
“I was wondering how Highglider was getting along.”
“Oh, Rolas!” She rolled off of him and buried her face in a pillow to let out a short scream. Voice muffled, she asked, “What by the Holy Den Mother could possibly possess you to think about that awful vixen now?”
“I can’t help the way my mind works.”
She sat up again. “Fine, then kindly get her out of your system and let me know what’s on your mind. I’m the only female you should be thinking about right now.”
“Sorry, I just can’t help but wonder how she’s being treated at the facility. Despite everything, in the end I felt rather sorry for the old bat. She just wanted to be with her son after all, never mind that he’s a complete bastard himself.”
Melika snorted in irritation. “I’m sure she’s getting exactly what she deserves right now.”
“Yes, but what is that exact-- mmph!” He was suddenly silenced as she clamped her paw around his muzzle, shutting it more firmly by wrapping and knotting a length of red ribbon around it.
“Less talking, more honeymoon,” she ordered.
Being an obedient husband, he was more than happy to oblige her.
* * *
Commoners. She was surrounded by commoners. Commoners with absolutely no appreciation of her status. Commoners that treated her as if she was some dangerous animal, not a countess that had been coldly betrayed by her peers at the first sign of public weakness.
“All right, this way ma’am,” the orderly said as she stepped out of the van. “Kindly don’t give us any trouble, if you would.” He kept a hand on his stun stick as she brushed past him, nose high, smiling coolly, as if she was still dressed in her skirts and jewelry, not this shapeless orange prisoner’s uniform and soft shackles. She was led into the cold, white washed concrete building, down a corridor and past two security stations, the steel doors closing behind her with the finality of a tomb. Still, she showed no fear, showed no deference. She was a Farm Lord, that was in her blood. No matter what humiliation might be inflicted on her, no matter what the Council claimed, they would never strip that away from her. They had already taken the most important thing in her life from her three years ago.
“All right, this is the common room. You’ll be permitted to gather here from 0700 to 2100, assuming you’ve no outstanding demerits…” the guard at her right hand was saying, as she was led into the central housing pod and release from her restraints. She ignored him as she looked at the wretched grouping of males and females sitting at tables and chairs molded out of the solid plastic lining the floor in the hexagonal chamber. Commoners, all of them. Workers and servants of the lowest class, and she would be expected to treat them as if they were equals.
No, wait. There was one figure there that was no commoner. One figure she never thought she would see again. He was just looking up from his game of chess, the words What are you doing here? forming on his lips, as she let out a triumphant “Ha!” cutting the guard off. “I’ve heard everything I need to hear,” she told him, striding forward into the common room, gathering her child into her arms.
“I never thought I’d see you again, Kevi,” she whispered into his ear, holding him tight, as he patted her back clumsily and mumbled surprised questions to her.
And in her mind, she was laughing at the Council, at that the betraying Darktails that had stolen her family’s title from her, shouting into the air, I’ve won! I’ve won!
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Date: 2008-10-07 07:34 pm (UTC)Thank you =)
mjkj
PS: [quote] ...as she was led into the central housing pod and release from her restraints. [/quote]
should that be released?