"Or perhaps they're not real in this world..." Alcuin said thoughtfully. "I wonder if things that are real in some worlds make their way into the stories of others. Well, let's see, shall we?"
He watched Ignis have a drink of the daiquiri, and was pleased when he seemed to enjoy it.
Alcuin opened the book, and read from the prologue aloud:
"I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I'd had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something..."
His voice trailed off, as the image of the light flickering out of Anafiel's eyes came to him unbidden.
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Date: 2017-03-21 05:46 pm (UTC)He watched Ignis have a drink of the daiquiri, and was pleased when he seemed to enjoy it.
Alcuin opened the book, and read from the prologue aloud:
"I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I'd had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something..."
His voice trailed off, as the image of the light flickering out of Anafiel's eyes came to him unbidden.