Nations- Reasoning
August 23rd, 2006 05:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skerenTitle: Reasoning
Fandom: FF7
Warning: The universe!
Note: Let's take thngs from a slightly different angle, shall we? Meanwhile, in the Outlands we've had an update.
"Come on, please? You know mine, can't you tell me yours?" She paused outside the door as she heard the princess's exuberant and for once almost happy sounding question. She could wait a few minutes before breaking into the conversation if the girl was letting go of her discontent for a while.
"No. It's really not something I can give." They were deeper tones, and it only took her a few minutes to realize the amused voice belonged to Sapphire. He could laugh? She'd never seen it. Cracking open the door, just a bit, she peeked in so she could watch the pair.
She was just in time to see the princess prop her hands on her hips, and repressed a sigh at how underdressed she was. That half skirt really didn't count for anything, though she couldn't argue the practicality. "You're not giving it to me. You're just… letting me know. It's not like I'd have a chance to use it. C'mon, just a little hint?"
The dark clad slave took a step back when the princess leaned in towards him in her earnestness, and when he shook his head, she couldn't tell his expression. "I'm sorry m'lady, but I only answer to the king."
And those quiet words added to whatever his expression must have been stole the smile right off the princess's face. She'd need to step in soon. "I'm going to marry that man you know. This is the least you can do to make this whole mess easier. Besides, I'll know then won't I? I won't tell. It's just a little detail."
Her hand was on the door to push it in, the silence starting to draw out a bit too long for her tastes, when the man spoke again. "Princess… Have you ever had a slave?"
The reply was nearly a squawk, and she wondered how the girl could reach that shade of red so quickly. "Of course not!"
He shook his head again, and she was almost certain that halfway tilt was him looking at where she stood behind the door. He didn't hold it long enough for her to be sure. His answer was almost too low for her to catch though. "Then please, stop. Just because we're his slaves because we want to be doesn't make us any less of a slave. It just means we're content slaves. Go out there, look at the way some people treat their slaves, then come back here. If you can say that doing this one thing to please the king is still just a little detail, then I might tell you. If you can't, then stop asking about things that the king doesn't want you to know."
She had to move quickly away from the door when he turned and swept through it, head tilted down, but she caught a glimmer of some emotion as he moved past her. He gave her a nod to show that he'd noticed her before slipping around the corner towards the rooms that were set aside for the royal slaves. Sighing, she shook her head and moved in the direction he'd come from, realizing that there was silence within.
"M'lady? Princess?"
Dark eyes flicked to her as she drew near and she reached out, making sure the woman didn't lose her footing as she just seemed to just sag in place. "It wasn't really that big of a deal, was it?"
She hesitated, glancing towards the still open door and back again. "Princess, may I speak freely?"
Well, an annoyed look was better than the confusion at least, but the woman nodded anyway. "Of course Elena, that's why I asked."
"Very well. Yes, it was. The king gave them the names you have now, for his safety and theirs." She shook her head when the black haired female opened her mouth to speak. "But it's not just that. He could have chosen not to name them at all. The king could have been one of those men who treats his slaves as faceless toys. Slaves only have as many rights as their masters give them. The king has fought very hard to give his slaves the freedoms they have, and I've seen some of the looks the advisors give him for it. Those men know what he deals with on their behalf and you asked Sapphire to disrespect that. Do you see why he got upset when you pushed like you did?"
The dark eyed woman looked prepared to throw a fit by the time she was finished speaking. It took her a few tries before she managed to get past a highly frustrated sound in reply. "It's just a name! The servants never made such a big deal out of their names!"
She shook her head, short blond hair falling across her eyes. "But he's not a servant. He's a slave."
The princess looked like she was going to argue further before she snapped her mouth shut with an audible click, eyes flashing with frustration that she had nothing to say. "Elena, sometimes I hate you."
Stepping back and giving a curtsey, she carefully refrained from smiling. The princess really was one of the most interesting people she'd ever gotten to guard. "I'm aware of that princess."
"I mean it too."
"You're being asked after, if you would come with me, we'll get you presentable for proper company." She turned slightly as she came back to her feet, waiting for the princess to start moving her direction so that she could follow.
"I really, really mean it."
"Yes, princess, I know."
Fandom: FF7
Warning: The universe!
Note: Let's take thngs from a slightly different angle, shall we? Meanwhile, in the Outlands we've had an update.
"Come on, please? You know mine, can't you tell me yours?" She paused outside the door as she heard the princess's exuberant and for once almost happy sounding question. She could wait a few minutes before breaking into the conversation if the girl was letting go of her discontent for a while.
"No. It's really not something I can give." They were deeper tones, and it only took her a few minutes to realize the amused voice belonged to Sapphire. He could laugh? She'd never seen it. Cracking open the door, just a bit, she peeked in so she could watch the pair.
She was just in time to see the princess prop her hands on her hips, and repressed a sigh at how underdressed she was. That half skirt really didn't count for anything, though she couldn't argue the practicality. "You're not giving it to me. You're just… letting me know. It's not like I'd have a chance to use it. C'mon, just a little hint?"
The dark clad slave took a step back when the princess leaned in towards him in her earnestness, and when he shook his head, she couldn't tell his expression. "I'm sorry m'lady, but I only answer to the king."
And those quiet words added to whatever his expression must have been stole the smile right off the princess's face. She'd need to step in soon. "I'm going to marry that man you know. This is the least you can do to make this whole mess easier. Besides, I'll know then won't I? I won't tell. It's just a little detail."
Her hand was on the door to push it in, the silence starting to draw out a bit too long for her tastes, when the man spoke again. "Princess… Have you ever had a slave?"
The reply was nearly a squawk, and she wondered how the girl could reach that shade of red so quickly. "Of course not!"
He shook his head again, and she was almost certain that halfway tilt was him looking at where she stood behind the door. He didn't hold it long enough for her to be sure. His answer was almost too low for her to catch though. "Then please, stop. Just because we're his slaves because we want to be doesn't make us any less of a slave. It just means we're content slaves. Go out there, look at the way some people treat their slaves, then come back here. If you can say that doing this one thing to please the king is still just a little detail, then I might tell you. If you can't, then stop asking about things that the king doesn't want you to know."
She had to move quickly away from the door when he turned and swept through it, head tilted down, but she caught a glimmer of some emotion as he moved past her. He gave her a nod to show that he'd noticed her before slipping around the corner towards the rooms that were set aside for the royal slaves. Sighing, she shook her head and moved in the direction he'd come from, realizing that there was silence within.
"M'lady? Princess?"
Dark eyes flicked to her as she drew near and she reached out, making sure the woman didn't lose her footing as she just seemed to just sag in place. "It wasn't really that big of a deal, was it?"
She hesitated, glancing towards the still open door and back again. "Princess, may I speak freely?"
Well, an annoyed look was better than the confusion at least, but the woman nodded anyway. "Of course Elena, that's why I asked."
"Very well. Yes, it was. The king gave them the names you have now, for his safety and theirs." She shook her head when the black haired female opened her mouth to speak. "But it's not just that. He could have chosen not to name them at all. The king could have been one of those men who treats his slaves as faceless toys. Slaves only have as many rights as their masters give them. The king has fought very hard to give his slaves the freedoms they have, and I've seen some of the looks the advisors give him for it. Those men know what he deals with on their behalf and you asked Sapphire to disrespect that. Do you see why he got upset when you pushed like you did?"
The dark eyed woman looked prepared to throw a fit by the time she was finished speaking. It took her a few tries before she managed to get past a highly frustrated sound in reply. "It's just a name! The servants never made such a big deal out of their names!"
She shook her head, short blond hair falling across her eyes. "But he's not a servant. He's a slave."
The princess looked like she was going to argue further before she snapped her mouth shut with an audible click, eyes flashing with frustration that she had nothing to say. "Elena, sometimes I hate you."
Stepping back and giving a curtsey, she carefully refrained from smiling. The princess really was one of the most interesting people she'd ever gotten to guard. "I'm aware of that princess."
"I mean it too."
"You're being asked after, if you would come with me, we'll get you presentable for proper company." She turned slightly as she came back to her feet, waiting for the princess to start moving her direction so that she could follow.
"I really, really mean it."
"Yes, princess, I know."