airgetsnáithe (
cailisairgid) wrote in
multiversallogs2011-06-28 02:32 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
be near me when i fade away;
Who: Nuala and Anna
What: A binding.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Backdated to shortly after this post.
Warnings: Possible creepiness.
Upon Anna's arrival, she's escorted directly to Princess Nuala's office by one of her department aids; perhaps that Nuala sees fit to conduct this in that office is an indication of her confidence.
The room is dimmed and a little over-warm, though the fire isn't burning now and the embers are hidden behind a steel fireplace guard. The scent of the candles that were lit earlier lingers, soothing and not immediately identifiable; Nuala herself sits in her usual armchair, an embroidery hoop in her lap that she has yet to begin stitching into, the silver thread waiting, glinting in the low light.
"Come," she says, extending a hand to invite Anna into the seat opposite. "Sit."
no subject
(I have been wanting to -- no pun intended -- tie this thread up, since it is lovely)
Just the feeling of the embroidery as she traces it with her thumb is reassuring, somehow. She never thought she would believe in magic. In God, yes, and His rightful damnation, but magic had been pagan foolishness. How is it that she had forgotten to consider all these questions for so long?
"...Thank you, Your Highness." The gratitude in her voice is genuine, and it gives her pause before asking her next question. "And...when the week is up?"