Something Wicked
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It was getting dark very early now.
Thanksgiving was fast approaching, and Julianna was clearing the decks so she could relax and enjoy the brief time off. It wasn't really much of a holiday in England, but it was the only break she'd get from teaching until Christmas. She could always cook a meal for herself at home.
Nathan's birthday was also coming up. She'd bought him a watch and had plans to take him out for dim sum. Las Vegas wasn't much for foreign cuisine, but she'd found a few places here and there that featured something besides seafood and steak. They might not be having a relationship, per se, but she did consider it part of the deal to help him broaden his horizons.
The clock told her it was seven o clock. She was still at her desk because she was preparing a lecture about tribal life in Africa, as well as the varying dialects that were spoken among the tribes. The hallway beyond the office was silent, the last sound she'd heard being that of heels click-clacking past. Maintenance had finally repaired the door, which meant she could close it now without it sticking.
The Watcher took her glasses off, rubbed the bridge of her nose. Thank God she was almost done with this. She wanted to go home and have some dinner.
Thanksgiving was fast approaching, and Julianna was clearing the decks so she could relax and enjoy the brief time off. It wasn't really much of a holiday in England, but it was the only break she'd get from teaching until Christmas. She could always cook a meal for herself at home.
Nathan's birthday was also coming up. She'd bought him a watch and had plans to take him out for dim sum. Las Vegas wasn't much for foreign cuisine, but she'd found a few places here and there that featured something besides seafood and steak. They might not be having a relationship, per se, but she did consider it part of the deal to help him broaden his horizons.
The clock told her it was seven o clock. She was still at her desk because she was preparing a lecture about tribal life in Africa, as well as the varying dialects that were spoken among the tribes. The hallway beyond the office was silent, the last sound she'd heard being that of heels click-clacking past. Maintenance had finally repaired the door, which meant she could close it now without it sticking.
The Watcher took her glasses off, rubbed the bridge of her nose. Thank God she was almost done with this. She wanted to go home and have some dinner.
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on 2013-11-25 04:16 am (UTC)"I wasn't intending to offer myself as a replacement," she said with a strained attempt at amusement. "Even the Council doesn't require one to be a sacrificial lamb. But once a researcher, always a researcher."
Would the sign of the cross chase the Corruptress away? Somehow she doubted it. Spiritual purity might be a way to hinder Elfleda from telling Leviathan's secrets, but that didn't mean ritualized gestures would cast her out. It would take more work than that to keep her away.
"I have a wish to prevent harm," she said. Her knuckles were white from the grip one hand had on the other. She was probably sweating through her blouse. "To follow my path."
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on 2013-11-25 05:08 am (UTC)Replacement, indeed... And how did one such as Elfleda regard the suggestion of it? Amusing? Insulting? Trivial? Compelling? Annoying? good poker player, that one would make. For there was no obvious indication upon her features.
"Your path," the figure echoed - and that time, the mockery was obvious in the being's tone. "You yearn for one, you don't follow... It has not yet been set. Allow yourself to chose... Allow them to choose."
A sudden waft of skirt and the ghostly Corruptress came closer, still.
"But by all means, Julianna..." Black eyes narrowed, like orbs of watery ink. "What do you presume to know of Leviathan's nature?"