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eachdraidh2015-05-08 08:50 pm
brainiest) wrote in eachdraidh2015-05-08 08:50 pm
video; seelie.
I know I've made an entry like this before, but I thought it might be apt to make a new one considering how official things have become lately.
[ Hermione looks at the camera, initially nervous but gathering in her own determination, expression tightening before she continues to speak, careful and measured and making sure she doesn't rush her words. Anyone that hasn't seen her since June will have heard the rumours of her duel and will see the mark of it on her face - a scar, healed now, covering the left side of her from her brow down across her cheek. ]
My name is Hermione Granger and my friend Dorian Gray and I run a business called Artefacta. Together, we make and produce potions, runes and protective enchantments for you to use for whatever you happen to be doing while you're here in the Drabwurld. We can also create and enchant items for communication, generally compasses, should you need that for anything - or if the lockets stop working as they did this past year.
[ She nods her head, turning the camera to show off the cloaks, compasses and set of vials that litter the desk she's sitting behind. ]
If you need something please feel free to contact us privately or visit me at the White Citadel. Tell the guards outside my door you're here on business and I'll make sure they let you in.
[ Unfortunately, since January, Hermione has had her rooms on lockdown, just to be safe. Only a few people are allowed in without permission and, generally, people looking to buy things are not on that list.
But - she continues. ]
I've also been learning to duel and swordfight over the last year and I was hoping to find someone who wouldn't mind sparring or practising with me. Nothing professional or intense, I'm hardly that good, but a little something to make sure I don't go out of shape would be nice. Let me know? And... Thank you. In advance.
[ Hermione looks at the camera, initially nervous but gathering in her own determination, expression tightening before she continues to speak, careful and measured and making sure she doesn't rush her words. Anyone that hasn't seen her since June will have heard the rumours of her duel and will see the mark of it on her face - a scar, healed now, covering the left side of her from her brow down across her cheek. ]
My name is Hermione Granger and my friend Dorian Gray and I run a business called Artefacta. Together, we make and produce potions, runes and protective enchantments for you to use for whatever you happen to be doing while you're here in the Drabwurld. We can also create and enchant items for communication, generally compasses, should you need that for anything - or if the lockets stop working as they did this past year.
[ She nods her head, turning the camera to show off the cloaks, compasses and set of vials that litter the desk she's sitting behind. ]
If you need something please feel free to contact us privately or visit me at the White Citadel. Tell the guards outside my door you're here on business and I'll make sure they let you in.
[ Unfortunately, since January, Hermione has had her rooms on lockdown, just to be safe. Only a few people are allowed in without permission and, generally, people looking to buy things are not on that list.
But - she continues. ]
I've also been learning to duel and swordfight over the last year and I was hoping to find someone who wouldn't mind sparring or practising with me. Nothing professional or intense, I'm hardly that good, but a little something to make sure I don't go out of shape would be nice. Let me know? And... Thank you. In advance.
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[ Her expression softens when she watches him, a tight feeling in her chest. It's been a long year, drawn out and painful, and she wonders, for a moment, if she is ever going to say no and give him the ring back; if she will ever hide it away like she had done when she realised what it meant. Once, this ring was a symbol of his desperation and her broken heart, but now? Now it's more like a symbol of their friendship, what she might have.
If she thought, for a moment, that Gilgamesh might love her, that he might really care about her beyond the realms of friendship and power, would she say yes? A part of her already knows the answer; she would wear the ring on her hand with pride and remember how she felt when he first offered it. He had told her that she might have been his Master once and she thinks that, had that been the case, there would be no mistaking any of his feelings or intentions towards her... But it isn't, and a part of her is glad.
Not knowing makes it easier; it makes her determination to grow stronger and prove herself in front of him and Dorian and the court all the more powerful inside of her. She can't rely on what she thinks people around her feel anymore. She has to rely on what she is told and what she knows - and he will always call her Queen, his or not. The fondness, the affection, the burst of warmth she feels for him is hidden behind a softer smile, something she can pretend is nothing more than her own grateful pride when he says her name.
(His Hermione, though. Her nose wrinkles and she prickles a little at the idea of such ownership, not wanting to break the moment by speaking her mind.) ]
You will. You even hang from my neck now - you're impossible to forget, Gilgamesh.
[ His hand moves and hers mirrors it before she snaps her thoughts away, pushes the moment out of reach and stands, clearing her throat. There is no love here - just friendship and a twist of attraction she can't deny, but there are more important things to focus on than the strange relationship she shares with her best friend's Servant. ]
You know where I am if you need me, and I'll watch out for Dorian. If I do find the time... I'll send you a quick message before I come over, okay? I'll need to see a picture of where to go if I'm going to apparate. I want to see the flowers, okay? One day soon.