D'Gemwick - Princess of Peril
Acte F
The Missive Acte F
Rude and Glorious
He had quickly strolled back down the path, putting distance between him and the twit of a lady foolishly waiting for him to bring back the wine! ……and hopefully that distance will be getting him closer to further the lining his pockets that evening.
He was glad this one ( the twit) had fallen for his letter writing ruse, for her diamonds and jewels he had found to be the most enticing , and felt that she would be the easiest to trick out of said jewels.
She above all the lasses he had paid the lad to deliver handwritten notes of false admiration to…
Though the admiration had not been false, it was simply had been the jewels his chosen marks were wearing, and not them he wanted to lure them out to meet !!
He was smirking as he thought over this, it had been fun to have pretended to be trying to seduce the twit, and by doing so, taking advantage of the poor lass’s gullibility in obtaining her valuables…
He smacked his lips as he placed a hand into his pocket, as he replayed the events, especially,Totally on the cuff, his coming up with the hidden bottle of wine lie to get smoothly away. This diversion had , in his opinion, been sheer brilliant genius on his part……
As he was self-complimenting himself, he turned a corner of the path and stopped dead in his tracks.
The moonlight had lit up a small clearing by a stone Garden house just ahead. And it showed a pretty female standing there, alone, and in all her shimmery fine glory……
“Ello, what ave we ‘ere?” he whispered, salivating , while looking around for any additional signs of trouble.
He thought, as he did so… two out of three then so far… Two birds in a bush he thought, not bothering to heed the sage advice that the rest of the ancient proverb gave….
He automatically went into stalking mode, quietly circling around the prettily gowned Lass… Young ,Pretty with long silky hair. Making sure that, indeed she, and sparkling priceless jewels she had worn along out for the occasion, were indeed all alone…
The lamb before the wolf…!!
Nice of you to wait for me Miss, he smirked thoughtfully to himself under his breath, eyeing her expensive sparklers as he carefully circled in, wishing to approach and ambush from the her back.
He saw that she was still clutching his luring letter.
As he successfully reached his chosen spot, her sweet backside to him, he stopped, and just before he made his entrance, he deliberately snapped a small twig. Maliciously watching her startled reaction as she heard the noise breaking the dreadfully still silence in the night.
He entered the light of the circle, smiling as innocently and shyly as he had done when first looking into the eyes of the hapless, wine waiting, twit he had just left back in the gardens.
She turned, her eyes brightening as she recognized him as one of her dance partners, one with dashed brilliant looks. One of the ones she was hoping had been the letter writer who had so boldly asked her to meet him here..
“Why Hello”, she twittered, placing a hand to her earlobe and pulling at a rather brilliantly shimmering, long diamonded earring, with a nervous twitch.
“Ello.” he said, “fancy meetin you here?”
She smiled…” Come now sir, you must admit writing that letter, the one telling me to come out alone on this misty, dark evening to meet a secret admirer!”
He smiled,” ah yes the letter, so glad you received it my dear lass, so glad you came here, all alone like I had asked.”
“Well” she purred, “Pray to tell one , why was it so important to see me here, alone then .. or will you keep me guessing?”
“I like a lass that comes right to the point!” he parried, smiling winningly, as he took a few more steps towards her, no I will not keep you guessing on that account my pretty one.
She appeared to be quivering in anticipation, waiting for the words he believed she longed to hear. To be uttered enthusiastically by him, to be wooed by him, as he spoke them to her, and then , having a lovers embrace sweep her from her feet. To all appearances, this is what was playing out in her mind. But, however, decidedly not in his….!
He was not surprised at what he read in those green eyes of hers. After all, it was something that he had accurately read countless times before, from his many lured victims….. Whom also found to their woe, that he was not as he appeared to them to be atoll …!!
He finally spoke again…
“Lovely jewels you are wearing this evening, the good uns I see… “ He stated as he reached a hand inside his pocket and pulled out something dark and metallic.
“Wait, what?!” she said… her eyes looking buggered… as she placed a hand to the magnificent necklace dripping down the front of her satin gown in a sparkling flow from her throat….
Them jewels you’re wearing luv, I’ll be having them, and quick, im rather in a dash !! He demanded with a wolfish snarl…..
He had pulled a rather wicked little derringer from his pocket, and held out his hands, fingers beckoning for her to begin as he pointed its business end towards her gown’s shiny waistline….
A sudden noise from the woods caught both their attention, and their heads turned in unison….
To see nothing more than a voyeur owl swooping up into a tree for a better look at what was conspiring in the little glen.
The man breathed an inward sigh of relief, and turned back to his victim, who also looked back at him, her eyes wide and more than a bit sad as reality of the situation sunk in…She than, heaving a deep sigh, reached up and began the requested process by first removing her Shimmering jewelled Earrings….
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So, at this point one would suppose the damsel would have been rescued from her plight by a knight in shining armour. But apparently the best I could do was writing in an Owl… !?
Hopefully I can find us in an nicer neck of the woods for our next Acte?…
or not… depends if the stories tone is interrupted again due to smoggy rain, irritable pub mates, or writers moral block…… or…… look a bloody squirrel !!
But, I’m afraid that upon seeing that this current discourse is getting a bit rude, we should probably toddle off and go with an Alfred Hitchcock like ending to this scene, leaving the outcome up to the reader’s imagination shall we? ….
……… To Be continued
Acte F
The Missive Acte F
Rude and Glorious
He had quickly strolled back down the path, putting distance between him and the twit of a lady foolishly waiting for him to bring back the wine! ……and hopefully that distance will be getting him closer to further the lining his pockets that evening.
He was glad this one ( the twit) had fallen for his letter writing ruse, for her diamonds and jewels he had found to be the most enticing , and felt that she would be the easiest to trick out of said jewels.
She above all the lasses he had paid the lad to deliver handwritten notes of false admiration to…
Though the admiration had not been false, it was simply had been the jewels his chosen marks were wearing, and not them he wanted to lure them out to meet !!
He was smirking as he thought over this, it had been fun to have pretended to be trying to seduce the twit, and by doing so, taking advantage of the poor lass’s gullibility in obtaining her valuables…
He smacked his lips as he placed a hand into his pocket, as he replayed the events, especially,Totally on the cuff, his coming up with the hidden bottle of wine lie to get smoothly away. This diversion had , in his opinion, been sheer brilliant genius on his part……
As he was self-complimenting himself, he turned a corner of the path and stopped dead in his tracks.
The moonlight had lit up a small clearing by a stone Garden house just ahead. And it showed a pretty female standing there, alone, and in all her shimmery fine glory……
“Ello, what ave we ‘ere?” he whispered, salivating , while looking around for any additional signs of trouble.
He thought, as he did so… two out of three then so far… Two birds in a bush he thought, not bothering to heed the sage advice that the rest of the ancient proverb gave….
He automatically went into stalking mode, quietly circling around the prettily gowned Lass… Young ,Pretty with long silky hair. Making sure that, indeed she, and sparkling priceless jewels she had worn along out for the occasion, were indeed all alone…
The lamb before the wolf…!!
Nice of you to wait for me Miss, he smirked thoughtfully to himself under his breath, eyeing her expensive sparklers as he carefully circled in, wishing to approach and ambush from the her back.
He saw that she was still clutching his luring letter.
As he successfully reached his chosen spot, her sweet backside to him, he stopped, and just before he made his entrance, he deliberately snapped a small twig. Maliciously watching her startled reaction as she heard the noise breaking the dreadfully still silence in the night.
He entered the light of the circle, smiling as innocently and shyly as he had done when first looking into the eyes of the hapless, wine waiting, twit he had just left back in the gardens.
She turned, her eyes brightening as she recognized him as one of her dance partners, one with dashed brilliant looks. One of the ones she was hoping had been the letter writer who had so boldly asked her to meet him here..
“Why Hello”, she twittered, placing a hand to her earlobe and pulling at a rather brilliantly shimmering, long diamonded earring, with a nervous twitch.
“Ello.” he said, “fancy meetin you here?”
She smiled…” Come now sir, you must admit writing that letter, the one telling me to come out alone on this misty, dark evening to meet a secret admirer!”
He smiled,” ah yes the letter, so glad you received it my dear lass, so glad you came here, all alone like I had asked.”
“Well” she purred, “Pray to tell one , why was it so important to see me here, alone then .. or will you keep me guessing?”
“I like a lass that comes right to the point!” he parried, smiling winningly, as he took a few more steps towards her, no I will not keep you guessing on that account my pretty one.
She appeared to be quivering in anticipation, waiting for the words he believed she longed to hear. To be uttered enthusiastically by him, to be wooed by him, as he spoke them to her, and then , having a lovers embrace sweep her from her feet. To all appearances, this is what was playing out in her mind. But, however, decidedly not in his….!
He was not surprised at what he read in those green eyes of hers. After all, it was something that he had accurately read countless times before, from his many lured victims….. Whom also found to their woe, that he was not as he appeared to them to be atoll …!!
He finally spoke again…
“Lovely jewels you are wearing this evening, the good uns I see… “ He stated as he reached a hand inside his pocket and pulled out something dark and metallic.
“Wait, what?!” she said… her eyes looking buggered… as she placed a hand to the magnificent necklace dripping down the front of her satin gown in a sparkling flow from her throat….
Them jewels you’re wearing luv, I’ll be having them, and quick, im rather in a dash !! He demanded with a wolfish snarl…..
He had pulled a rather wicked little derringer from his pocket, and held out his hands, fingers beckoning for her to begin as he pointed its business end towards her gown’s shiny waistline….
A sudden noise from the woods caught both their attention, and their heads turned in unison….
To see nothing more than a voyeur owl swooping up into a tree for a better look at what was conspiring in the little glen.
The man breathed an inward sigh of relief, and turned back to his victim, who also looked back at him, her eyes wide and more than a bit sad as reality of the situation sunk in…She than, heaving a deep sigh, reached up and began the requested process by first removing her Shimmering jewelled Earrings….
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
So, at this point one would suppose the damsel would have been rescued from her plight by a knight in shining armour. But apparently the best I could do was writing in an Owl… !?
Hopefully I can find us in an nicer neck of the woods for our next Acte?…
or not… depends if the stories tone is interrupted again due to smoggy rain, irritable pub mates, or writers moral block…… or…… look a bloody squirrel !!
But, I’m afraid that upon seeing that this current discourse is getting a bit rude, we should probably toddle off and go with an Alfred Hitchcock like ending to this scene, leaving the outcome up to the reader’s imagination shall we? ….
……… To Be continued