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fleurmortelle ([personal profile] fleurmortelle) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2020-02-29 02:43 pm

six words

SIX WORD STORIES MEME
tell a story in six words




1. Post your top level comment with a six word story prompt (or more than one!)  Making up your own is fine too.
2. Other people respond
3. ???
4. Profit

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henry v | The King

[personal profile] whoringfool 2020-02-29 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
1. We make excuses after the battle.
2. Dark eyes dart. Blonde boy blushes.
3. Sleeping with her. Dreaming of you.
4. Traitors executed in the midday heat.
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4.

[personal profile] provenientia 2020-03-02 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
"It would be better to have them bleed out." A not so pleasant experience for them, yet it would keep her fed until the next fools come about and attempt another plan of assassination against their young ruler.

Rebekah crosses the room to stand by the window, arms folded at her chest. Absently she runs her tongue along her canine tooth, jaw working. Was she being too greedy?
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[personal profile] whoringfool 2020-03-07 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Better for whom?"

It hadn't been a pleasant experience for anyone involved. His cousin's betrayal stung deeply, and the young king wasn't in the best of moods. Indulging the fanged followers of his wasn't very high on his list of priorities, especially when right now he didn't feel as if he could trust anyone.

"Surely, you don't need to rely on traitors to stay nourished?"
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[personal profile] provenientia 2020-03-08 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Then what or who would you have me rely on for nourishment, Your Majesty?" she asked, turning away from the window to face him, hands behind her back. Her skirts moved against her legs as she moved to the nearest chair to lower herself down into.

Rebekah draped her arms over the cushioned arms of the chair, sitting there as though she was the one in charge. Of course she understood everything about betrayal, particularly by those closest. By those who were loved and trusted. She understood entirely. And she sympathized, kind of.

"Would you have me feed on the rats in your dungeons?"