fic: A Flip Of The Coin
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bonnefoisTitle: A Flip Of The Coin
Day/Theme: 4 . 10 . In fur and gold
Series: Neverwhere
Character/Pairing: Marquis de Carabas, Richard, Door.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Word count 461
Author's note: Good Enough Ficverse.
A fleck of gold, flip of a coin. It was useless below, yet still pretty. Still, he could not help in his obsessive collective, as shiny things were wont to caught his eye, like a magpie. He always put whatever he found, however trivial, in those large pockets of his seemingly endless coat. One never knew when it might come in handy, when someone might want a bottlecap or a bit of string. Besides, he was never wanting for space with how those seemingly useless articles often managed to arrange themself into useful favors. Favors which went down like notches in his memory. And the Marquis de Carabas did not forget favors owed him (or slights, for that matter.)
The coin in question looked to be of Roman make, and was in flawless condition. It was as shiny as if it were newly minted, and not gone through the dust of many eons. Then again, hadn't he heard of the Lady Door visiting the camping Roman soldiers before? Time and Space were of little meaning to an opener.
It would go for a fortune above. Here? It might buy some soup if the person was in a merciful mood, and people down in London Below rarely were. But the Marquis always had contacts hidden away somewhere. Above or below, it did not matter. He would find just the shady seller he needed.
Richard leaned over, to see what he was doing. Oh Richard, he was always one for nosing into the wrong business. It was a good thing he found Richard amusing (and more, oh so much more.)
Richard grinned. "I bet you've got the kitchen sink hidden somewhere away in there."
"Wouldn't be surprised," Door said. "He could probably pull live rabbits and doves from that coat of his."
"That," The Marquis said leaning close to Richard, and grinning a predatory smile "Is for me to know and for you to guess."
"Be careful, Richard, or he might try and put you into one of his pockets," Door said, with a laugh.
"The lady Door is most wise, Richard. You should heed her wisdom," The Marquis said. He winked, a hint at the other aspects past amusement, while a faint blush tinged Richard's cheeks. Only faint, as if he'd seen too much sun, and not quite the 'blushing schoolgirl' kind. The Marquis felt triumphant. In the end, he always won, and he always got his man. No exceptions.
Day/Theme: 4 . 10 . In fur and gold
Series: Neverwhere
Character/Pairing: Marquis de Carabas, Richard, Door.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Word count 461
Author's note: Good Enough Ficverse.
A fleck of gold, flip of a coin. It was useless below, yet still pretty. Still, he could not help in his obsessive collective, as shiny things were wont to caught his eye, like a magpie. He always put whatever he found, however trivial, in those large pockets of his seemingly endless coat. One never knew when it might come in handy, when someone might want a bottlecap or a bit of string. Besides, he was never wanting for space with how those seemingly useless articles often managed to arrange themself into useful favors. Favors which went down like notches in his memory. And the Marquis de Carabas did not forget favors owed him (or slights, for that matter.)
The coin in question looked to be of Roman make, and was in flawless condition. It was as shiny as if it were newly minted, and not gone through the dust of many eons. Then again, hadn't he heard of the Lady Door visiting the camping Roman soldiers before? Time and Space were of little meaning to an opener.
It would go for a fortune above. Here? It might buy some soup if the person was in a merciful mood, and people down in London Below rarely were. But the Marquis always had contacts hidden away somewhere. Above or below, it did not matter. He would find just the shady seller he needed.
Richard leaned over, to see what he was doing. Oh Richard, he was always one for nosing into the wrong business. It was a good thing he found Richard amusing (and more, oh so much more.)
Richard grinned. "I bet you've got the kitchen sink hidden somewhere away in there."
"Wouldn't be surprised," Door said. "He could probably pull live rabbits and doves from that coat of his."
"That," The Marquis said leaning close to Richard, and grinning a predatory smile "Is for me to know and for you to guess."
"Be careful, Richard, or he might try and put you into one of his pockets," Door said, with a laugh.
"The lady Door is most wise, Richard. You should heed her wisdom," The Marquis said. He winked, a hint at the other aspects past amusement, while a faint blush tinged Richard's cheeks. Only faint, as if he'd seen too much sun, and not quite the 'blushing schoolgirl' kind. The Marquis felt triumphant. In the end, he always won, and he always got his man. No exceptions.
