Isidor Briar Durant (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heirtothedragonsfire) wrote2018-02-19 10:12 am
heirtothedragonsfire) wrote2018-02-19 10:12 am
Nexus-Crossings: February Writing Prompt
"What," Isidor started with a snap, "is that?"
Roy had to smother a smile when he looked past her into her office. He cleared his throat and casually replied, "It looks like a bouquet of flowers."
Isidor didn't move from the doorway where she could safely eye them suspiciously. "Who are they from?"
"Don't ask me!" Of all things he did not want to be associated with giving Ms. Durant a bouquet of flowers. Quick to absolve himself of any involvement, he waved a hand at the offending gift. "Why don't you check them? Maybe there's a note."
Isidor's wary gaze slid to eye Roy for a moment, but eventually she turned her attention back to the flowers. She approached them with caution, taking the widest route to the other side of her desk. There wasn't any sign of a note, but there was a small box sitting in front of the flowers. 'With love' was printed on the top in gold, looping letters. It was a flat and too large to be for a ring or earrings, which was a relief. A necklace or bracelet would fit... Gods, she almost wished it was something morbid and threatening, like a finger or an ear... Roy watched from the door as she reached over and slowly opened the box.
The slip of paper confused her at first. Brow furrowed, she picked up the newspaper clipping featuring a photograph of a man she had been in a meeting with only a few days ago. Her eyes flicked over the text, her frown becoming deeper with every line.
"Motherfucker!"
Someone in the office space outside jumped in their seat and Roy had to bite his lip to hide a smile. He gave Isidor a moment and then asked, "Who's it from?"
"King," she hissed.
Roy's brow shot up. "King?"
Isidor held up the newspaper clipping. "He stole Palmer from us."
"That's impossible. We had that in the bag!" Roy strode forward, taking the clipping to see for himself. After he'd read through it he turned to Isidor with a worried frown. "That deal was worth half our clients combined... What are you going to do?"
Isidor put her hands on her hips and stared at the clipping in his hand in silence. Then she drew in a deep breath and looked at Roy. "I'm going to get him a gift of his own."
Without another word she strode towards the door again, leaving Roy to try and decipher her answer. He barely had time to call after her. "Wait, where are you going?"
"To put on my armour," she called back.
He watched her leave with a slow shake of his head. "God help him."
Roy had to smother a smile when he looked past her into her office. He cleared his throat and casually replied, "It looks like a bouquet of flowers."
Isidor didn't move from the doorway where she could safely eye them suspiciously. "Who are they from?"
"Don't ask me!" Of all things he did not want to be associated with giving Ms. Durant a bouquet of flowers. Quick to absolve himself of any involvement, he waved a hand at the offending gift. "Why don't you check them? Maybe there's a note."
Isidor's wary gaze slid to eye Roy for a moment, but eventually she turned her attention back to the flowers. She approached them with caution, taking the widest route to the other side of her desk. There wasn't any sign of a note, but there was a small box sitting in front of the flowers. 'With love' was printed on the top in gold, looping letters. It was a flat and too large to be for a ring or earrings, which was a relief. A necklace or bracelet would fit... Gods, she almost wished it was something morbid and threatening, like a finger or an ear... Roy watched from the door as she reached over and slowly opened the box.
The slip of paper confused her at first. Brow furrowed, she picked up the newspaper clipping featuring a photograph of a man she had been in a meeting with only a few days ago. Her eyes flicked over the text, her frown becoming deeper with every line.
"Motherfucker!"
Someone in the office space outside jumped in their seat and Roy had to bite his lip to hide a smile. He gave Isidor a moment and then asked, "Who's it from?"
"King," she hissed.
Roy's brow shot up. "King?"
Isidor held up the newspaper clipping. "He stole Palmer from us."
"That's impossible. We had that in the bag!" Roy strode forward, taking the clipping to see for himself. After he'd read through it he turned to Isidor with a worried frown. "That deal was worth half our clients combined... What are you going to do?"
Isidor put her hands on her hips and stared at the clipping in his hand in silence. Then she drew in a deep breath and looked at Roy. "I'm going to get him a gift of his own."
Without another word she strode towards the door again, leaving Roy to try and decipher her answer. He barely had time to call after her. "Wait, where are you going?"
"To put on my armour," she called back.
He watched her leave with a slow shake of his head. "God help him."