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Torch Songs 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Caesar was a foul-mouthed old man who joked about killing the Courier in one breath and barked orders at her in another. The fort was austere, with sunburned soldiers lining the limits like wallpaper. The gladiatorial arena wasn't even open to her, not that she'd ever been much good in close combat- they would trust her with the fate of their faction, but not with a simple sport.

Overall, the Courier's trip to Caesar's fort left her unimpressed. Where was the devilish charisma of the slender spy who had extended their information? Where was the villainous seduction she had hoped for?

As a matter of fact, it- or rather, Vulpes Inculta- was waiting for her on the sidelines. He beckoned to her and she followed, entering into a tent with him on the edge of camp.

"You have heard Caesar's will, Courier."

"I have. He wants me to play errand girl, apparently." The Courier bent over, striking a match on her high-heeled shoe. "I'm a little disappointed. When you talked about my potential, I had hoped you meant something greater than pressing buttons and carrying messages."

She lit a cigarette, coyly wrapping her lips around the end. It wasn't a habit she indulged in often, but it was one that made her look mysterious- and one that was surely denied to Vulpes, along with liquor and the touch of another man.

"What Caesar offers you is greater than you imply, Courier. But it is true, there are other ways you can be put to use."

The Courier blew a thin stream of smoke in his face.

"Put to use? I like that. Go on."

Vulpes took her hand with a sudden ferocity, wrenching the cigarette from her and crushing it in his fist. With his other hand he took her by the throat- not choking her, as she initially feared, but simply caressing her long neck.

"You have a lovely voice. A shame to ruin it with smoke."

"Is that all you find lovely about me?"

Vulpes smiled.

"You have a certain charm to you, Courier. I am not the only one to see it. And charm, some might argue, is the Legion's greatest deficiency. We are feared, we are hated, in some quarters even respected- but there are few who love us."

The space between the two of them was getting unbearably small.

"But everyone loves the Courier. With Venus by his side, Mars will be unstoppable."

"Is that how you want me? As a figurehead? A glorified poster girl? What reason do I have to follow you? Why should I think you're man enough for me? What does Mars have to give me that I can't already get?"

The Courier's anger was at once muted and exaggerated, the kind an actress might show when required to play a spitfire. Feisty and defiant, stamping her pretty foot and demanding her way, while the audience waited for a Rhett Butler or a Howard Roark to put her in her place.

As Vulpes' grip turned tight and savage and he mashed his lips against hers, the Courier thought there should have been music swelling in the background.

Re: Torch Songs 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Unfff, I love this so much.

Re: Torch Songs 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

i actually said "ooh!" in the most girly voice ever as i got to bottom of this section. this is wonderful, great job!