(A writing prompt from Write on Edge)
The tattlesheets of the city of Oldenrot no longer mentioned
the crimes of the Whisper. The
Clockmaster who ruled Oldenrot was no fool (or he would have been a dead fool,
for he was feared but not much loved by his people) and had soon realised that
far from being outraged by the accounts of each audacious theft or act of
mischievous vandalism the citizens of the twelve wards of the city were amused
and perhaps a little impressed by the antics of the damnable rebel.
The Clockmaster knew the importance of order and commanded
his grim senior lawkeeper Commissar
Graves to leave no bone unbroken in their pursuit of the Whisper. The Ratchets, Grave’s clockwork Peace
Automata, prowled the streets and alleys
tirelessly in search of any clue, ticking and clanking and keeping the city (or
the city’s rulers) safe from the rule breaking devil.
One unwritten and unspoken rule that the Whisper had
decided to break was Thou shalt not seduce the Clockmaster’s
daughter.
Lady Clef hadn’t needed much seducing. The Whisper had simply smiled,
murmured a couple of words in Clef’s ear
and been rewarded with a hoarse “hell, yes,”.
Other rewards followed in short order, and as often as the Whisper could
risk the ascent through the Clockmaster’s tower. The risk was considerable but worth taking for not only
did Clef prove to be an eager wriggler, breather, moaner and clutcher between
the silk sheets (or upon the luxurious deep carpets, or clinging to the gilded
brass fittings of the shower cubicle) she was also happy to hand over to the
Whisper the thin wafers of hole-punched gold that were the override codes for
the city’s Peace Engine – the great clockwork brain that made sure every
pendulum swung just as it should.
“Break everything,” Clef had urged as she pressed them into
the Whisper’s hands.
The Whisper kissed her passionately, eagerly, gratefully but that was not enough for Clef, not then, and it was an exhausting couple of hours later that the Whisper blew Clef a last kiss from the windowsill, and then slipped down a dream-thin rope and into the night. Thankfully the Ratchets were all busy in the Slumberynth that night and the Whisper was able to return home in relative safety, still clutching the precious codes.
The Whisper kissed her passionately, eagerly, gratefully but that was not enough for Clef, not then, and it was an exhausting couple of hours later that the Whisper blew Clef a last kiss from the windowsill, and then slipped down a dream-thin rope and into the night. Thankfully the Ratchets were all busy in the Slumberynth that night and the Whisper was able to return home in relative safety, still clutching the precious codes.
The golden wafers whose carefully punched holes would be the
downfall of the Clockmaster, and of Oldenrot, and of every rule and regulation
and restriction were slipped into a well concealed hiding place behind the face
of an impressive mahogany grandfather clock.
Tomorrow the Whisper would retrieve them and take them and bring things
to an end.
But first, sleep.
The Whisper undressed in the dark, stretched the aches out of every
muscle and slipped into bed quietly beside her slumbering husband. Commissar Graves murmured once, but did not
wake. The Whisper snuggled up beside
him, loving his warmth, and slept.
(and continued Here)
Enjoyed this, so now I'm off to read the next part!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it - thank you!
DeleteVery nicely done! I particularly enjoyed the descriptor: "dream-thin rope." Your prose here strikes the delicate balance between lush description and hints of humor: "Lady Clef hadn't needed much seducing."
ReplyDeleteThanks Angela, much appreciated
DeleteI love the description of the Clef and her, um, proclivities.
ReplyDeletePro Clef ities.
DeleteGlad you liked it/them :D
Oh my, I LOVED this, it was magical and sexy, it was provocative and had me almost fanning myself..the way you described her during sex was amazing and seductive.
ReplyDeleteBRAVO.
Thanks Kir, glad it could provoke fanning :D
DeleteThe Whisperer has their happy hands full! LM x
ReplyDeleteIndeed so, happy hands indeed.
DeleteVery suggestive, which is so quietly fun.
ReplyDeleteI quietly agree :D Thank you.
DeleteOh this was fun! I adored the humor, the heat, and the little twist at the end. I'm off to read the other bit.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mandy, glad you liked it.
DeleteAh, there's no fun unless you're playing as close to the edge as possible, so as to watch when it all topples. Excellent buildup to the surprise at the end!
ReplyDeleteThanks TMW - much appreciated!
Delete"Dream-thin rope" is magical. Your story is as intricate as clockwork. Nice tale weaving!
ReplyDeleteThanks Maggie, glad you liked it.
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