fairytale events.

[thedominatrix]

Rescue a girl in a deathlike sleep from a glass coffin in a tower by hunting down a golden stag and cutting out its heart.

Why not.

[ :| ]

Comments

[rhinemaid]

I think I have a sign on my back that says 'sacrifice to things'.

[thedominatrix]

[Mildly--]

Oh, is it sacrifice they're trying?

[rhinemaid]

I don't know, but it seems likely. I don't know if I'm so pretty someone would want to keep me in a box just because.

[thedominatrix]

I don't know about that. You meet all sorts.

[rhinemaid]

That's true.

Well, it serves Ivan right for yelling at me.

[thedominatrix]

Mm. Every cloud...

[rhinemaid]

So it goes.

[thedominatrix]

I hear the reward is going to delight me, for instance.

[fuckyouboots]

Leave her there.

[thedominatrix]

There is a reward, you realise, I haven't just suddenly gotten into heroics to fill up that empty space in my heart you left.

[fuckyouboots]

I knew there was a catch. Sadly, I am never coming back if I can help it so you might as well find a hobby for that hole. I hear yoga is nice.

[diogenesis]

Better you than me, I think.

[thedominatrix]

A house in the country, fabulous taste in pocket squares and no desire to hunt whatsoever? Mr Holmes, you're letting Britain down.

[selfmadman]

Are you telling me you've never ripped out a heart?

[thedominatrix]

Are you telling me you've pictured it?

[selfmadman]

Now why would I do something like that.

[thedominatrix]

Because I brought it up and if you haven't pictured it before, you are picturing it now, you poor imaginative soul- unless of course you've been very quick on the uptake and are, in fact, picturing something else as hard as you can just to spite me.

[selfmadman]

[And there's a pulled punch of a smile: reluctant, warily amused.] Why would I tell you?

[No care goes into the grab for his cigarettes; he reserves every ounce of deliberation for the moment they're offered.]

[thedominatrix]

You like telling me things. Someday, you hope to surprise me.

[She reaches out, as if accepting- then brushes her hand over his, doesn't push but suggests, declining not just the cigarettes but the whole motion of offering. Smiling.]

Thank you. But I charge for that.