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Ampoule
Guest
Original poster
The two men continued to converse, their sarcastic, scathing, gentlemanly banter with each other only ceasing when one paused to take a sip of whatever liquid was contained in the small glasses held by each of them. Surrounding the men were other small groups of individuals quietly engaged with each other, all dressed in the same period-style clothing. Steadily, the level of the liquid dropped, giving a countdown to the young man's mission.
Before he could finish his drink, a strange expression rippled across Wyngarde's sarcastic features. A smile slowly slipped into place as his eyes met his companion's.
"If you'll excuse me…our Queen beckons."
The other man's dark eyes widened slightly as he watched Wyngarde slip from the room, his astonished expression quickly turning to something much more sinister.
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She cried out, tears of frustration and anger stinging her eyes, their frozen trails leaving burning trails on her cheeks. Her hands scrabbled at the sky, grasping the empty air for anything that would help her escape the cold that weighed her down. Her wings were gone now, useless and heavy with ice. Her mouth was open as howls of rage tore from her throat. Even as she clawed at the sky the snow built around her, the heat inside her that fought against it only helping it melt and turn to ice. Her legs were already trapped, pinning her to the ground. Something inside her urged her to keep the fire smoldering, to not let it wane…but as the frost engulfed her, prickling and stinging and cutting…she felt the fire begin to gutter. It was more painful than anything, a deep loss that made her heart ache and her throat tighten. She felt a great emptiness smother the fire, stealing away even the embers and all hope of it ever returning to what it once was. Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks as the howls of rage twisted into a wail of despair. Her thin frame was wracked by sobs as true tears began to flow. The tears lost their sting as the ice lost its chill but continued its climb upward.
Her vision began to grow dark as she felt the ice traveling up her waist, her torso and finally to her arms and throat. One hand still reached upward, her eyes focused on escape even as her vision began to fail.
The scrabbling of her fingers began to slow and stiffen, her lids drifting shut…
…when another hand grasped her own.
"My Queen…" the voice was soft and warm, full of adoration. "…I've finally found you."
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The crowd continued to murmur and shift as he waited. It was all he could do now. It wasn't something he liked to do or was something he was used to…but it was necessary. A slow inhale and sigh rumbled from his throat as the large man threw back the remains in his glass and set it aside. With a confident stride he took his place at the head of the room, his sudden movements earning the gaze of everyone in attendance.
A wide smile crinkled his grizzled face as he splayed his hand outward before sweeping one toward the large double doors behind him.
"As sure I am that your patience in waiting for the arrival of our new Queen matches my own…the hour has come to my attention and I have been informed that her arrival grows near. The gracious hostess that she is, the Queen begs that you…enjoy."
The doors swung open smoothly, revealing a grand banquet hall with servants lining the walls, waiting to answer their every need.
In a distant, darkened corner of the room a young man bearing bottles of wine stepped in unnoticed just as the guests began to file in and take their seats.
After a few moments, the hall was full of the sounds and smells of feast and celebration with the large grizzly man seated at the head of the table, an empty seat next to him. Standing next to the young man were other servants bearing bottles of wine. Each one seemed to be paired with a specific course. He appeared to be last.
Before he could finish his drink, a strange expression rippled across Wyngarde's sarcastic features. A smile slowly slipped into place as his eyes met his companion's.
"If you'll excuse me…our Queen beckons."
The other man's dark eyes widened slightly as he watched Wyngarde slip from the room, his astonished expression quickly turning to something much more sinister.
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She cried out, tears of frustration and anger stinging her eyes, their frozen trails leaving burning trails on her cheeks. Her hands scrabbled at the sky, grasping the empty air for anything that would help her escape the cold that weighed her down. Her wings were gone now, useless and heavy with ice. Her mouth was open as howls of rage tore from her throat. Even as she clawed at the sky the snow built around her, the heat inside her that fought against it only helping it melt and turn to ice. Her legs were already trapped, pinning her to the ground. Something inside her urged her to keep the fire smoldering, to not let it wane…but as the frost engulfed her, prickling and stinging and cutting…she felt the fire begin to gutter. It was more painful than anything, a deep loss that made her heart ache and her throat tighten. She felt a great emptiness smother the fire, stealing away even the embers and all hope of it ever returning to what it once was. Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks as the howls of rage twisted into a wail of despair. Her thin frame was wracked by sobs as true tears began to flow. The tears lost their sting as the ice lost its chill but continued its climb upward.
Her vision began to grow dark as she felt the ice traveling up her waist, her torso and finally to her arms and throat. One hand still reached upward, her eyes focused on escape even as her vision began to fail.
The scrabbling of her fingers began to slow and stiffen, her lids drifting shut…
…when another hand grasped her own.
"My Queen…" the voice was soft and warm, full of adoration. "…I've finally found you."
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The crowd continued to murmur and shift as he waited. It was all he could do now. It wasn't something he liked to do or was something he was used to…but it was necessary. A slow inhale and sigh rumbled from his throat as the large man threw back the remains in his glass and set it aside. With a confident stride he took his place at the head of the room, his sudden movements earning the gaze of everyone in attendance.
A wide smile crinkled his grizzled face as he splayed his hand outward before sweeping one toward the large double doors behind him.
"As sure I am that your patience in waiting for the arrival of our new Queen matches my own…the hour has come to my attention and I have been informed that her arrival grows near. The gracious hostess that she is, the Queen begs that you…enjoy."
The doors swung open smoothly, revealing a grand banquet hall with servants lining the walls, waiting to answer their every need.
In a distant, darkened corner of the room a young man bearing bottles of wine stepped in unnoticed just as the guests began to file in and take their seats.
After a few moments, the hall was full of the sounds and smells of feast and celebration with the large grizzly man seated at the head of the table, an empty seat next to him. Standing next to the young man were other servants bearing bottles of wine. Each one seemed to be paired with a specific course. He appeared to be last.