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21.Jun.13, 01:00 PM
Warkhim continued sipping, peering over the edge of his glass at Kira. Hmm. Strange, he thought, slightly taken aback by her reaction. He'd opened the door for a colorful discussion about sex, lies, and the Holder family, but she hadn't taken the bait. Perhaps I overestimated her interest. She stuttered out that it wasn't her business (Warkhim barely resisted the urge to laugh in her face. If it was public knowledge, it was everyone's business, especially his.) who the higher-ups fucked. He kept the births, pairings, and deaths meticulously curated, both in the official archive and in his personal tracking sheet. One never knew when a juicy secret would come in handy, and Warkhim was terribly fond of blackmail. Veiled threats to richer men were slowly but surely making him a wealthy Harper.
Suddenly, Kira withdrew from him with weak excuses about exhaustion. Warkhim narrowed his eyes, corking his stolen wine calmly. Is she really this uncomfortable talking about sex? A thought dawned on him that brought a teeth-barring grin to his face, She's not a whore. She's a virgin. In his estimation, an untouched woman was far more interesting to chase, and claiming his territory on unbroken ground was preferable to sloppy seconds with some dirty slut. His approach abruptly shifted, hoping to give the illusion of safety and respectful understanding. "Of course. You must be quite sleepy after all your hard work."
His face lit up when Kira promised to stop by the Archives to see him, and his tongue unconsciously slipped to the corner of his mouth. He rose from his stool, saying graciously, "I'd love to see you there. Perhaps we can look at your family history? I'll track it down tomorrow and you can stop by later this sevenday. What did you say your parents' names were?" Warkhim felt the need to give her an appealing reason to find him in the Archives, as he still highly doubted she could read or write beyond her name, and what lowborn woman wouldn't want to spend time learning her own history with a man of a higher caste? He was wickedly intelligent, superior in his field, and had generously offered to waste his valuable time on a kitchen drudge's bloodline. He sighed at his own beneficence.
"Let me walk you home, Kira. A young lady shouldn't be alone in the dark when there are foul creatures afoot," he lowly murmured, readjusting his long coat. The autumn nights were chilly, and he hoped Kira might want to cuddle up beside her brave new protector for warmth and comfort.
Suddenly, Kira withdrew from him with weak excuses about exhaustion. Warkhim narrowed his eyes, corking his stolen wine calmly. Is she really this uncomfortable talking about sex? A thought dawned on him that brought a teeth-barring grin to his face, She's not a whore. She's a virgin. In his estimation, an untouched woman was far more interesting to chase, and claiming his territory on unbroken ground was preferable to sloppy seconds with some dirty slut. His approach abruptly shifted, hoping to give the illusion of safety and respectful understanding. "Of course. You must be quite sleepy after all your hard work."
His face lit up when Kira promised to stop by the Archives to see him, and his tongue unconsciously slipped to the corner of his mouth. He rose from his stool, saying graciously, "I'd love to see you there. Perhaps we can look at your family history? I'll track it down tomorrow and you can stop by later this sevenday. What did you say your parents' names were?" Warkhim felt the need to give her an appealing reason to find him in the Archives, as he still highly doubted she could read or write beyond her name, and what lowborn woman wouldn't want to spend time learning her own history with a man of a higher caste? He was wickedly intelligent, superior in his field, and had generously offered to waste his valuable time on a kitchen drudge's bloodline. He sighed at his own beneficence.
"Let me walk you home, Kira. A young lady shouldn't be alone in the dark when there are foul creatures afoot," he lowly murmured, readjusting his long coat. The autumn nights were chilly, and he hoped Kira might want to cuddle up beside her brave new protector for warmth and comfort.
