Melou of Camelot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dragon_twin) wrote2006-03-28 01:03 pm
dragon_twin) wrote2006-03-28 01:03 pm
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The plans had been made, a time set, and finally, the day had arrived.
Melou spent the morning distracted from his lessons, which was nothing altogether new, but in the afternoon he was more focussed than ever on drills. Since they’d decided on the murder, he’d found himself enjoying them more and more.
The day dragged. Dinner was agonizing and he found himself getting irritated over his mother’s doting. They weren’t going to be boys anymore, not after tonight.
Finally, finally they were excused up to their rooms. Now, he was just waiting anxiously for Melehan, pacing the floor, his own practice sword sharpened and ready.
Melou spent the morning distracted from his lessons, which was nothing altogether new, but in the afternoon he was more focussed than ever on drills. Since they’d decided on the murder, he’d found himself enjoying them more and more.
The day dragged. Dinner was agonizing and he found himself getting irritated over his mother’s doting. They weren’t going to be boys anymore, not after tonight.
Finally, finally they were excused up to their rooms. Now, he was just waiting anxiously for Melehan, pacing the floor, his own practice sword sharpened and ready.
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He pulls his sword out as well, more blood pooling on the ground. "Think we should slit his throat?"
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"You or me?"
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"Both? Yours facing one way, mine below facing the other."
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"On three. One, two..."
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"Nice work." He tells his brother.
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Bright with life.
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"Guess we should bury him."
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"We should have dug something in advance. Oh well." He looks around. "Gonna have to be shallow now."
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"We'll remember for next time."
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