cues make up. Regency stuff.
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wellownedbkupTitle: A Night in Shining Armor
Author: riyo
Prompt: Cues. 2-15-06. "You hut the one you love" in 750 words.
Notes/Warnings: Snippet from my Regency 'verse, which may or may not spiral larger. Yes, I meant 'night' not 'knight'. 702 words.
She waits precisely one hour after Anton leaves before she calls for her cloak and leaves the relative safety of her London townhouse. Crossing Grosvenor Square has a sudden sense of intrigue and danger, the softly lit street torches barely illuminating the foggy gloom surrounding her. Her feet skitter across dewy lawn and cobbled streets toward her brother Percy's home.
She keeps an alert eye about her but jumps nonetheless when a hack clatters up beside her. "Be needin' a ride, missus?" the boy offers with a touch to his cap. "Not safe for you to be dashing off on a noight like this, hif I may be so bold."
She laughs a little with familiarity and casts a reckless grin his way. "I don't know, Andrew. I always have someone watching for me these days. Besides," she leans up and drops her vooce conspiritorily, "you know well that I can care for myself."
Andrew's laugh does more to brighten the night than all the torches combined. "Hop up, Missus Em. I'll take you whar you're goin'." He gives her a hand up into the carriage and clatters off again, the interchange familiar after these four years of ths same late night mischief.
It's not until she's in Percy's drawing room with a cup of tea that she feels any chagrin. "I thought Barrington gave you specific instructions. You weren't under pang of death." Percy tosses back the last of his tea, looking comfortably dissheveled in just his shirtsleeves.
"If I interrupted a rendez-vous of yours, you have but to say. I have no intention of stopping you in your dalliances, youg Percival." She smiles into her cup as her brother splutters with indignation.
"Listen, chit. I won't have you twittering about my business when you had best worry about what Barrington will say when he arives."
"Anton's coming here?" She blanches and sets her cup aside. "You called for him?"
He has the good grace to look a mite sheepish. "Well I daresay I should have. Dashing out in the middle of the night on some harebrained scheme, even if it is to my home. Imagine who may have cottoned on to you. It's for your own safety, Emily."
"Yes. Quite," a voice thunders from the door. Emilyanne turns sharply on the settee, breathless again at the sight of Anton Crosarme in all his cold fury.
"Anton," she begins, her voice softly placating.
"I should have tied you to the bed and kept watch there myself." His dark eyes pin her to the chair as he enters the room. He nods a greeting to Percy.
"Barrington."
"My thanks to you for sending your man for me, Doyle. I should have known your sister could not stay put."
Emily's cheeks flushed red with indignance. "Gentlemen, although you may think you know what is best for me, neither of you are my father or my owner. You would do well to remember that I am my own woman and I have no need for self-righteous, overgrown Neanderthals dictating my actions to their every whim." She's standing as she finishes, arms akimbo and chest heaving.
The glint in Anton's eye is too quick to be caught. "A Neanderthal, mum? You have not yet come to understand how in danger you are with every time you disobey me. Perhaps what you need is to be treated like a caveman would treat you." With those words, he reaches over and tosses her unceremoniously over his shoulder.
Percy does nothing at all but chuckle slightly at her squwak of helpless indignation as he leads them to the door and releases them to the night. Anton puts up with Emily's well-placed punches for only a short moment before he turns her to cradle against his chest. The change throws her, leaves her quiet a moment as she gets her bearings.
"Hit me once more and I shall most assuredly bind your hands and hogtie you to keep you still." The hissed threat barely veils the desperate hurt in his eyes. "Please, just... let me take you home." She stills and doesn't move until he deposits her in her foyer.
Author: riyo
Prompt: Cues. 2-15-06. "You hut the one you love" in 750 words.
Notes/Warnings: Snippet from my Regency 'verse, which may or may not spiral larger. Yes, I meant 'night' not 'knight'. 702 words.
She waits precisely one hour after Anton leaves before she calls for her cloak and leaves the relative safety of her London townhouse. Crossing Grosvenor Square has a sudden sense of intrigue and danger, the softly lit street torches barely illuminating the foggy gloom surrounding her. Her feet skitter across dewy lawn and cobbled streets toward her brother Percy's home.
She keeps an alert eye about her but jumps nonetheless when a hack clatters up beside her. "Be needin' a ride, missus?" the boy offers with a touch to his cap. "Not safe for you to be dashing off on a noight like this, hif I may be so bold."
She laughs a little with familiarity and casts a reckless grin his way. "I don't know, Andrew. I always have someone watching for me these days. Besides," she leans up and drops her vooce conspiritorily, "you know well that I can care for myself."
Andrew's laugh does more to brighten the night than all the torches combined. "Hop up, Missus Em. I'll take you whar you're goin'." He gives her a hand up into the carriage and clatters off again, the interchange familiar after these four years of ths same late night mischief.
It's not until she's in Percy's drawing room with a cup of tea that she feels any chagrin. "I thought Barrington gave you specific instructions. You weren't under pang of death." Percy tosses back the last of his tea, looking comfortably dissheveled in just his shirtsleeves.
"If I interrupted a rendez-vous of yours, you have but to say. I have no intention of stopping you in your dalliances, youg Percival." She smiles into her cup as her brother splutters with indignation.
"Listen, chit. I won't have you twittering about my business when you had best worry about what Barrington will say when he arives."
"Anton's coming here?" She blanches and sets her cup aside. "You called for him?"
He has the good grace to look a mite sheepish. "Well I daresay I should have. Dashing out in the middle of the night on some harebrained scheme, even if it is to my home. Imagine who may have cottoned on to you. It's for your own safety, Emily."
"Yes. Quite," a voice thunders from the door. Emilyanne turns sharply on the settee, breathless again at the sight of Anton Crosarme in all his cold fury.
"Anton," she begins, her voice softly placating.
"I should have tied you to the bed and kept watch there myself." His dark eyes pin her to the chair as he enters the room. He nods a greeting to Percy.
"Barrington."
"My thanks to you for sending your man for me, Doyle. I should have known your sister could not stay put."
Emily's cheeks flushed red with indignance. "Gentlemen, although you may think you know what is best for me, neither of you are my father or my owner. You would do well to remember that I am my own woman and I have no need for self-righteous, overgrown Neanderthals dictating my actions to their every whim." She's standing as she finishes, arms akimbo and chest heaving.
The glint in Anton's eye is too quick to be caught. "A Neanderthal, mum? You have not yet come to understand how in danger you are with every time you disobey me. Perhaps what you need is to be treated like a caveman would treat you." With those words, he reaches over and tosses her unceremoniously over his shoulder.
Percy does nothing at all but chuckle slightly at her squwak of helpless indignation as he leads them to the door and releases them to the night. Anton puts up with Emily's well-placed punches for only a short moment before he turns her to cradle against his chest. The change throws her, leaves her quiet a moment as she gets her bearings.
"Hit me once more and I shall most assuredly bind your hands and hogtie you to keep you still." The hissed threat barely veils the desperate hurt in his eyes. "Please, just... let me take you home." She stills and doesn't move until he deposits her in her foyer.
