fic: Directions
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bonnefoisTitle: Directions
Series: Neverwhere
Character/Pairing: Marquis, Richard, Door
Rating: PG
Word count: 432
Author's note: comment_fic: Marquis/Richard, are we lost? Part of the Good Enough Ficverse. Thanks to Joss for the beta.
They'd been stalled for a while at a series of crossroads. The Marquis had been checking this one and that for some time now, yet Richard could hardly see what the big deal was. It was just a crossroads, after all.
"Can't we just pick one? We could always retrace our steps if it came to it," Richard said.
"It would be rather hard to retrace your steps without legs, and that's exactly what we'd be doing if we make a wrong turn," De Carabas said without looking up.
Richard looked to Door for explanation, but she shook her head. "It's better to not ask."
So he didn't. He huddled back in the corner and waited while the Marquis decided on the best course of action. As it went, the Marquis was looking at whatever he held in his hand, some sort of trinket or other. When he wasn't looking at the little black thing, he was looking off to the distance and squinting. He had once or twice pulled out a map which was nearly incomprehensible to Richard. Door seemed to know what it was about, occasionally nodding and touching the map, speaking of fiefdoms and barons.
However, after some thirty minutes of this, Richard spoke up again.
"Are we lost?" Richard asked.
"No, we are not lost," the Marquis said with irritation, "We are looking for a path to a specific place which is proving difficult to find."
"So it's the floating market again?" Richard said.
"No," the Marquis replied.
"So we are lost, and you're not admitting it," Richard said.
"Oh, you know how it is, Richard," Door said flippantly. "Men never ask for directions."
The Marquis glared at both of them in turn. "I should leave you both in a very dark alley. One so dark and vast that even you, Lady Door, could not get out of it."
"Hardly. Then you'd never be able to extract all those important favors from us."
"I said I should, not that I was going to," the Marquis said.
He pocketed the trinket and walked with conviction down the left path. Richard pushed himself up from the wall and started to follow, for the Marquis was prone to walking at quite a brisk pace and did not like to held back by slower companions.
"Somehow, I get the feeling it was all part of his plan," Door said.
"Somehow, I get the feeling you're right," Richard replied.
Series: Neverwhere
Character/Pairing: Marquis, Richard, Door
Rating: PG
Word count: 432
Author's note: comment_fic: Marquis/Richard, are we lost? Part of the Good Enough Ficverse. Thanks to Joss for the beta.
They'd been stalled for a while at a series of crossroads. The Marquis had been checking this one and that for some time now, yet Richard could hardly see what the big deal was. It was just a crossroads, after all.
"Can't we just pick one? We could always retrace our steps if it came to it," Richard said.
"It would be rather hard to retrace your steps without legs, and that's exactly what we'd be doing if we make a wrong turn," De Carabas said without looking up.
Richard looked to Door for explanation, but she shook her head. "It's better to not ask."
So he didn't. He huddled back in the corner and waited while the Marquis decided on the best course of action. As it went, the Marquis was looking at whatever he held in his hand, some sort of trinket or other. When he wasn't looking at the little black thing, he was looking off to the distance and squinting. He had once or twice pulled out a map which was nearly incomprehensible to Richard. Door seemed to know what it was about, occasionally nodding and touching the map, speaking of fiefdoms and barons.
However, after some thirty minutes of this, Richard spoke up again.
"Are we lost?" Richard asked.
"No, we are not lost," the Marquis said with irritation, "We are looking for a path to a specific place which is proving difficult to find."
"So it's the floating market again?" Richard said.
"No," the Marquis replied.
"So we are lost, and you're not admitting it," Richard said.
"Oh, you know how it is, Richard," Door said flippantly. "Men never ask for directions."
The Marquis glared at both of them in turn. "I should leave you both in a very dark alley. One so dark and vast that even you, Lady Door, could not get out of it."
"Hardly. Then you'd never be able to extract all those important favors from us."
"I said I should, not that I was going to," the Marquis said.
He pocketed the trinket and walked with conviction down the left path. Richard pushed himself up from the wall and started to follow, for the Marquis was prone to walking at quite a brisk pace and did not like to held back by slower companions.
"Somehow, I get the feeling it was all part of his plan," Door said.
"Somehow, I get the feeling you're right," Richard replied.
