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circe_tigana's 882 Ways to Appease the Heathen Gods challenge
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His beauty was like porcelain or perhaps marble, delicate but cold, unassuming but harsh, or maybe perhaps that was just the hands. The pirates crashed to a halt when they came within sight of him.
Edward tilted his head.
"Hello?" he whispered, but it carried quite clearly across the dark chasm of the entryway.
The pirates quickly debated among themselves and shoved one forward.
"Er, um. 'ello." Ragetti ventured. "You wouldn't happen to have a--a gold coin would you?" He eyed the mess of blades warily as they idly clicked against each other.
"Coin?" Edward ducked his head in thought.
The silence of the place was near absolute, with only the occasional murmur of wood groans as the house settles. The pirates waited.
Jumped back as Edward lifted up one clawed hand but he only waved it towards the library.
"It's over here."
They followed him, in and out of hazy patches of sunlight tinged blue and grey by dirty window panes, into a gaping room of bookcases.
"Up there," Edward pointed. "I can't get it," He says softly, apologetically. They fetched it, and backed away.
"Th-Thank you." Ragetti ducks his head, trying not to stare at the unnatural paleness, like bone made flesh and sewn together, and at least their curse made *sense* in the scheme of things.
"You're welcome." Edward smiles, "Would you like to stay and..."
But the pirates were already bolting for the door.
"...talk?" The smile slowly slid sideways, and smeared into the stillness of the rest of his face. Edward shuffled forward, to close the door.
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::wibble::
circe_tigana's 882 Ways to Appease the Heathen Gods challenge[]
His beauty was like porcelain or perhaps marble, delicate but cold, unassuming but harsh, or maybe perhaps that was just the hands. The pirates crashed to a halt when they came within sight of him.
Edward tilted his head.
"Hello?" he whispered, but it carried quite clearly across the dark chasm of the entryway.
The pirates quickly debated among themselves and shoved one forward.
"Er, um. 'ello." Ragetti ventured. "You wouldn't happen to have a--a gold coin would you?" He eyed the mess of blades warily as they idly clicked against each other.
"Coin?" Edward ducked his head in thought.
The silence of the place was near absolute, with only the occasional murmur of wood groans as the house settles. The pirates waited.
Jumped back as Edward lifted up one clawed hand but he only waved it towards the library.
"It's over here."
They followed him, in and out of hazy patches of sunlight tinged blue and grey by dirty window panes, into a gaping room of bookcases.
"Up there," Edward pointed. "I can't get it," He says softly, apologetically. They fetched it, and backed away.
"Th-Thank you." Ragetti ducks his head, trying not to stare at the unnatural paleness, like bone made flesh and sewn together, and at least their curse made *sense* in the scheme of things.
"You're welcome." Edward smiles, "Would you like to stay and..."
But the pirates were already bolting for the door.
"...talk?" The smile slowly slid sideways, and smeared into the stillness of the rest of his face. Edward shuffled forward, to close the door.
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::wibble::