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herr_bookman ([personal profile] herr_bookman) wrote2013-04-02 05:18 pm
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OOM: A Tale of Two Cities

Pain never used to bother Autor, not really. He didn't dwell much on his or others'--there was no point wasting the time when he had so much work to be done.

But then Lohengrin flinched and Rabastan cried, so now the boy is looking back at other ponds he may or may not have made waves in. To his chagrin, he found a few. Even worse, he found some storms ready to burst.

So he put off his work and scoured the library for a solution. He devoured poetry after poetry book, history after history, and found nothing. As much as it irritates him, he's out of his depth. He knows he needs to turn to a person with experience in these matters.

Someone who knows him, but is disconnected from the situation. Someone who can't possibly guess who else is involved. Someone who happens to be walking right beside him at the end of a long day.

"Majesty Lemia?" he asks hesitantly, and then straightens his posture. "You have a great deal of experience in diplomatic negotiations, do you not?"
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[personal profile] gorgonfondness 2013-04-04 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"There are some evening hours you can work if you like. I'll ask Draco what he might have for you."
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[personal profile] gorgonfondness 2013-04-04 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Nash smirks back and goes, "Thanks for the tea, Autor."