makesthings: (new face in the mirror)
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He doesn't know why his door has decided to lock now as he just wants to get going. Sam is sitting at a table close to the Front Door with his saddlebags nearby and trying to not fidget too much.

It feels like everyone he meets seems to be able to see through him here and he hates it, he needs to get a horse and get on the road to find Nick.

Since sitting without something doesn't work, he has a basket of bread and some cheese and he's slowly taking a bread roll apart.

Date: 2011-07-17 06:14 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (I...see...)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
It's been a long day. Long couple of days, if Kait was being honest. Which she wasn't, given one of those days involved shattering both her lower legs.

(she's still limping, just a little).

But here is Milliways, which tends to promise food, and a boy-shaped thing, and she can smell said boy-shaped thing...

But she can't see him. Frowning, the girl pauses, and turns her head this way and that. Trying not to be obvious about it, she follows the scent to...

A man who looks nothing like Sam.

But who smells exactly like him.

Her first thought is a disguise of some kind, a test like her her teachers often set her. If so, he's not actually doing a good job, magic or no. He is still sitting like Sam, still smelling like Sam, still moving like Sam.

Kait takes a step closer, debating if she should point out the flaws in his disguise or not.

Date: 2011-07-17 06:23 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (it's been a long day)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
Still eyeing him, Kait takes a seat. Still eyeing him, saying nothing, she reaches over and takes the bread roll from his hands.

Well, he's not eating it, and she's hungry.

"You still smell like you," she says after a moment.

Date: 2011-07-17 06:26 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (diplomat-at-training)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"It's still a flaw in the disguise," the spy-in-training points out.

Date: 2011-07-17 06:29 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (would never laugh at you)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"Oh, the rest of it good - although, you're still sitting a bit like Sam, you need to sit like...whoever you are being.

Who are you being?" Implied, and why?

Date: 2011-07-17 06:32 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (I...see...)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"What's a Sending?"

Date: 2011-07-17 06:37 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (I...see...)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"So, people don't know you've gone?"

Date: 2011-07-17 06:41 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (it's been a long day)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory










"You're serious."

Date: 2011-09-11 03:44 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (I...see...)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"Have you," she says, speaking very precisely, "completely lost all sense of duty and...sense that you possess?"

Date: 2011-09-11 03:52 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (and screw you too)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"And I suppose going with some guards to protect you and help handle any trouble you'd run into just...didn't occur to you, did it? Or letting your King, or...or whoever is in charge, know where a prince of the realm has vanished to?"

Date: 2011-09-11 04:01 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (and screw you too)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"Oh, I think she'd understand her very valuable brother going missing," Kait hisses, her voice starting to deepen, starting to become more of a growl.

"Not everyone comes back after going missing, you utter idiot."

Date: 2011-09-11 04:10 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (and screw you too)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"More important..."

She falters, staring at him.

"You're a prince!"

Date: 2011-09-11 04:16 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (and screw you too)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"Given your recent behaviour, you are a terrible prince," she agrees, scathing. "But it's not abilities, Sam, it's your damn blood. Do you have any idea how much you are worth if captured?"

Date: 2011-09-11 04:21 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (and screw you too)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
"Oh, and I suppose you can see the future now, can you?"

Date: 2011-09-11 04:29 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (and screw you too)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
And that, finally, sees more of Kait's self-control go snap, snap, snap. Her brown eyes don't change, but she growls, deep and low and remember, human, that you are just food. The bones of her face shift underneath her skin, only just settling again still in their attractive, human configuration.

"Then go and be killed. Your kingdom would be better off than with a prince who just runs away at the first little whim."

Date: 2011-09-11 04:41 am (UTC)
redefinevictory: (never wholly tame)
From: [personal profile] redefinevictory
She doesn't watch. She doesn't watch, she doesn't follow, she just gets up and runs to the back door before she really, truly loses her temper and Shifts right then and there.

Over a boy. Over a stupid, ignorant, selfish brat of a boy who doesn't have the slightest idea of what honour and duty actually mean.

Over a boy who needs to save the world. Over a boy who she is terrified for, because he's naive, and good-hearted, and she just screamed at him and made him run away.

Once she's safely in the forest, Kait shuts her eyes, and deliberately falls into her Shift. Her clothes will be ruined, and she'll pay for it tomorrow, but right now, she doesn't want to think at all.

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