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“Surely, you don’t think I asked for this,” he says coming into the office to find Beth sitting on that gorgeous desk of his. He’s referring to the dress, of that, she’s sure. Designer because of course it is, black and white and form-fitting, the bow drawing the eye to her hip. Her hair is up, precisely pinned, her make up evening-dramatic like she never typically wears. Long legs ending in even longer Louboutin stiletto heels. To almost anyone else every last bit of her and the way she’s posed herself, she’d be devoured. But Larry isn’t anyone else. If anything, he’s the only person she knows less interested in carnality of that sort than she is and maybe that’s why she’s drawn to him. Why she wants to see how close to his fire she can dance before becoming immolated in his currently restrained and murderous fury. “Believe me, Lawrence, if I believe you evah had dat kind of want f’ me? I’d flay ya alive an’ dat’s before wha’evah my braddah would do to you for da insult.” Larry is new money. He’d probably say self made. He’s a businessman even if that business is questionable, and where she comes into play? Andy would see him as a beggar-peasant. And he’d be utterly appalled to know that she only encourages Larry to do his worst, waiting for him to show a single sign of weakness. He teases her with his desire for power, the kind that shouldn’t be possible but is. Slowly she re-crosses her legs and holds up a cut-crystal tumbler. The deep red of her lipstick mars its perfect rim and she watches with narrowed eyes as he takes it from her, sipping at it from the opposite side. He smells good. The cologne is subtle, just a faint whiff of sandalwood, cedar. Calabrian bergamot. Something a little sweeter on the base. Expensive. He was out for blood tonight, but like Scrooge, he finds himself in his office on Christmas Eve. Makes her wonder which ghost she’s supposed to be. Empty hand lays on his lapel. Glides upwards past his collar until she touches skin. She can all but feel his crawl from the contact but he doesn’t so much as flinch. Good boy, he’s learning. “Firs’ reason I’m here, is a lump of coal. You been a bad bunny, Lawrence. I warned you away from dat land deal for a reason an’ I know you’ve upped ya bid. Since carrot no work, gonna hafta be da stick.” Her razor sharp nails rake across the side of his neck, drawing a faint line of deep crimson. Viper-strike his empty hand lashes out and takes a hold of her wrist before she can like the tips clean of his viscera. She can hear the crack of bone beneath his white knuckled grip and rewards him with the first gasp of blistering pain. She tries to smile through it as he wrenches her arm to the side and hauls her off his desk. A moment later that warm edge presses into the space between her ribs and her belly, the arm high up at the spine. He stops just short of dislocating it. However he leans down over her, his lips right at the edge of her ear as he spits out his words. “What. Did. You. Do.” “Oh, no, bunny. S’what I’m gonna do. See….” She hisses as he gains fractions of centimetres. “Every day ya don’...ya don’...wi’draw ya bid…ya gonna be wrack by more pain dan ya evah felt. Crippling, mind-destroyin’ pain. In a week, ya heart gonna give, an’ den I’m gonna hafta find new custos. An’ I no can change it now, spell already been cast.” “You little-” “Yeah, like I nevah heah dat one before. Now, ya want ya present, or you gonna make good on ya advantage an’ finally gimme mine?”

One of the few perks of being so independently wealthy that you could buy and sell entire countries ~something a friend teases her about occasionally~ is that you can be discerning with your taste in gifts and never worry about the price attached. The one she has in hand at the moment had been in the works since around the summer solstice. With the help of her best friend, Beth managed to grow and age the perfect koa tree and used the heartswood to have the case constructed. In ancient days, only the ali’i class ~from which she’s descended~ were permitted to own items made from the tree, or be allowed to give such a treasure away. Not that the kapu system has survived to the modern age, but it is something she is absolutely certain that Mischa can appreciate. Enchantments drip off the box; minor Forces rotes to ensure the perfect storage conditions, dry and cool, perfectly cushioned. There is a certain kind of dignity for the twin pages that were acquired in less than strictly legal means ~it pays to know a Corax, and Beth paid very very well~ and surreptitiously replaced with the most convincing forgeries known to man. All of the subterfuge and law breaking was worth it though, as she can already imagine the covetous gleam in Mikhail’s dark eyes when he sees his newest acquisition, two pages from the Ellesmere Manuscript of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. Beautifully illuminated and incomprehensible in its wording to her, she knows that will hold a special place in his unbeating heart. Normally Beth waits for the sun to set and invites him to enter her home, elsewise he is there when she gets off work, or they turn up together at one thing or another. She’s always reluctant when he has to leave before the first blush of dawn lightens the horizon, wishing she had the power to make the night linger just a few more minutes. Always an unending few more minutes. She’s sealed off the windows with a hanging effect. She’s considered using the space of the empty apartment above her to construct a sealed chamber where he can dream away the day, perhaps even allowing her to stay with him. She broached the subject once, and noticed immediately how the idea struck him poorly. A fan of ivory fingers and a ‘no, Sprite,’ followed by something in his native tongue she didn’t quite catch. It was enough to dissuade her from mentioning again, or going through with the construction, but she keeps the hope that someday, he’ll concede. She gives him plenty of warning in a text, though, that she intends to come to his haven tonight, at least the one she knows about. She isn’t so naive to think that he doesn’t have multiple ones strewn about the city, the world. Mischa might be one of the Enlightened amongst his kind, but madness doesn’t necessarily mean crazy, and it certainly doesn’t equate with stupid. When she arrives, the doorman ~she’d bet anything the man’s an acolyte, or whatever he might consider a bonded servant~ opens the door and keeps it that way until she’s wheeled her overnight case in behind her, and wishes her well. She thanks him and heads directly to the elevator. The door to his haven almost opens by itself at the lightest touch of her hand. She steps inside, pulls the case containing the wrapped gift and what she considers her own wrapping with it, and closes it. When she looks up, she feels her heart in her throat intending to leap toward him, and the subsequent gasp. He is truly a stunning man. Whatever she might have thought to say goes right out of her head, and all that comes out from that enthralled smile is a faint “Blessed Solstice, Mischa…”

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