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Silk and Steel

And here’s what our lil Vraxi is obliviously up to while all that was going on, blissfully unaware that Spyro’s ‘sword of Damocles’ is hanging over his head (no no no, stop singing Rocky Horror… stop it!… this is serious stuff y’know… a-hem…   😉   XD   )

 

“When you said you would be able to remove some unwanted pastes for me dear,” Agathri Hogarth didn’t get up from her dressing table, but watched the Yag’s reflection in the mirror as he climbed in through her powder room window, “you made no mention of turning the entire house into a demolition site in the process.”

Vraxi shrugged, “you made no mention of your brobdingnagian security system, my lady. Indeed, you may count yourself fortunate I do not come begging recompense for the damage to my coat.”

Agathri smirked, “When weighed against the cost of the damage you caused by setting it off, and considering the market value of the four vials of demonsong you requested, I’m certain I should be the one claiming recompense from you.”
“Well, then I am all contrition,” Vraxi said, with a low bow, “however can I make it up to you?”
Agathri smiled slyly at him, rose from the dressing table and drifted idly towards him, the many diaphanous layers of her dressing gown flowing like flames of muted light around her in the little breeze from the open window.
She pressed her palms gently against his chest and Vraxi felt his own fire begin to swell and uncoil within him, even as he watched hers rising and rolling beneath the surface of her skin.
She nestled her head of tight silver curls against his shoulder. “Whatever do you see in me?” she asked suddenly, her breast rising and falling with a gentle sigh. “Such a faded bloom I must seem in this city, among a garden of new budding blossoms who keep their youth eternally.”
He took her hand in his and caressed the parchment-frail skin tenderly before bringing it to his lips in an almost reverent gesture, letting the kiss whisper against her wrist like a prayer.
“You are no rose.” He spoke the words into her ear. “Never have you held such transient, fragile allure. Your beauty is the rich, enthralling depths within the pearl, the amber, the tourmaline; a spell that cannot be cast in some brief moment. Yours is the radiance that only time can bestow; deep as the swell of ocean or the heat of flame and maddening as golden honey to the mind…”
Agathri laughed out loud with glee. “You ridiculous rogue!” she chided, “It is your own wicked tongue that maddens like a honey-trap and well you know it!”
She pushed him away and crossed back to the dressing table, locking the door before winding up the handle of an ornate resin-cylinder phonograph until the raucous music filled the room, and no doubt the entire upper portion of the house.
‘Just as well,’ Vraxi thought with a grin, Agathri had never had a penchant for being discreet and he really didn’t like the thought of the Colonel suddenly coming home and… interrupting them…

7 responses

  1. Uh oh, there’s mischief afoot.
    And it’s about to stub it’s toe…

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    May 3, 2020 at 11:56 am

    • Penny Blake

      Indeed! XD

      Like

      May 4, 2020 at 8:15 am

  2. Oh, that was lusciousss. 😻 It’s so beautifully written, I could practically hear the filmy sigh of chiffon:

    Agathri smiled slyly at him, rose from the dressing table and drifted idly towards him, the many diaphanous layers of her dressing gown flowing like flames of muted light around her in the little breeze from the open window.
    ❤️🥰❤️
    “You are no rose.” He spoke the words into her ear. “Never have you held such transient, fragile allure. Your beauty is the rich, enthralling depths within the pearl, the amber, the tourmaline; a spell that cannot be cast in some brief moment. Yours is the radiance that only time can bestow; deep as the swell of ocean or the heat of flame and maddening as golden honey to the mind…”

    Ooh, the silver-tongued scoundrel and his symphony of words. As delectable as he is devilish. 😁 Gorgeous.❤️ xxxx

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    May 5, 2020 at 10:24 pm

    • Penny Blake

      Oh thankyoumy lovely! I’msoglad you liked the descriptions! – it’sbeen fun writing in this time / place where characters may look 20 or 40 or 60 but they could all actulaly be hundreds of years old in theory as no one ages anymore, it’s put a new slant on so many things and I loved exploring how beautiful Agathri is as a woman who appears in her 60s. Tee hee – I’m glad you still love his devillishness! Bless im! XD XD Sory about the rubbish typing – a drink got spilled over the kyboard now all the keys and spacebararejust doing as they please! LOL XD XD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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      May 7, 2020 at 1:48 pm

      • Oh, I loved them!🥰 I’m so glad you’re having fun wiht the new slant their ages put on things. Tis fabulous that you’ve enjoyed exploring how beautiful Agathri is, her age notwithstanding. I was thinking just the other day (on Cpt. Tom’s birthday) that some older peeps have a beauty that surpasses that of their younger selves. ❤️ Oh I adore it, the scoundrel! Ooops, I hope its now gone teatotal and is behaving itself 😁 XD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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        May 7, 2020 at 7:51 pm

      • Penny Blake

        Oh you’re abs right! So often I see old ladies and I just have to stop them in the street and tell them how beautiful they are – they just shine with it and it lights up the whole street / the whole day! – tee hee yep we put it in a box of rice and touch wood it seems to be behaving now! XD xxxxxxxxx

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        May 12, 2020 at 1:07 pm

      • Aw, you’re an angel…they sure do🥰 😂Yay! 😂 xxxxxxxxx

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        May 12, 2020 at 6:31 pm

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