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Title: Glass
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Aodh
Prompt: 048 “Diamond”
Word Count: 303
Rating: G
Your security needs work he writes backwards on the outside of the window, tiny screeches of the point of the diamond on the glass blending into the sound of summer cicadas in the trees around the house.
Signs a name he’s never answered to, replaces the diamond on the hoop though the cartilage of his right ear, then lets go of the branch he’d been using for counterbalance while examining the window’s catch, and drops twenty feet straight down.
Lands on his feet, steel-reinforced boots soundless in the grass, and wanders back towards the wall of the orchard, and the untrimmed branches of the trees overhanging it.
Admittedly, he cheats shamelessly, the soles of his boots dulled with silencing spells, gravity-bending spells in the bracelets on his wrists, and the patterns of his clothing breaking up his outline even in good moonlight. But he could get in here effortlessly even without the help--not a good precedant.
The next time he wanders by, his message is gone, erased away with a small spell, and a counter-note is in its place, written effortlessly backwards in black ink.
Try getting in without a key.
He blinks, then leans closer, hand spread in what might be a cat’s cradle if he’d had visible string between his fingers, brushing the air around the latch.
Chuckles darkly as the view changes, layers of lies and false openings in the locking-spells. He could still get in, but it would take time and effort—more than any average assassin or spy would spend.
He scrawls a well done above the ink note, and signs his father’s clan-name to it. The glass would eventually give up the feeling of the diamond touching it in any event, and considering that he’d ‘borrowed’ it from his father, it was truth of a sort.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Aodh
Prompt: 048 “Diamond”
Word Count: 303
Rating: G
Your security needs work he writes backwards on the outside of the window, tiny screeches of the point of the diamond on the glass blending into the sound of summer cicadas in the trees around the house.
Signs a name he’s never answered to, replaces the diamond on the hoop though the cartilage of his right ear, then lets go of the branch he’d been using for counterbalance while examining the window’s catch, and drops twenty feet straight down.
Lands on his feet, steel-reinforced boots soundless in the grass, and wanders back towards the wall of the orchard, and the untrimmed branches of the trees overhanging it.
Admittedly, he cheats shamelessly, the soles of his boots dulled with silencing spells, gravity-bending spells in the bracelets on his wrists, and the patterns of his clothing breaking up his outline even in good moonlight. But he could get in here effortlessly even without the help--not a good precedant.
The next time he wanders by, his message is gone, erased away with a small spell, and a counter-note is in its place, written effortlessly backwards in black ink.
Try getting in without a key.
He blinks, then leans closer, hand spread in what might be a cat’s cradle if he’d had visible string between his fingers, brushing the air around the latch.
Chuckles darkly as the view changes, layers of lies and false openings in the locking-spells. He could still get in, but it would take time and effort—more than any average assassin or spy would spend.
He scrawls a well done above the ink note, and signs his father’s clan-name to it. The glass would eventually give up the feeling of the diamond touching it in any event, and considering that he’d ‘borrowed’ it from his father, it was truth of a sort.
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