Carcer and TeatimeThe window broke. Teatime’s hand groped around for the lock. He unlocked the window and pushed it open. Then he crawled somewhat inelegantly through it and into the bedroom. When his feet crossed the window’s threshold, Teatime curled into a ball and somersaulted into a standing position. He thought that this had been quite elegant. He looked around the bedroom and sighed. This wasn’t the child’s nursery. It was just one of the closed off guest rooms. Before he had time to get bothered by this fact, he realized that this was better. The sound of the breaking glass might have woken the child and he would probably kick up a fuss, calling Miss Susan’s attention to them prematurely.
“’Ere! A little help!” Teatime looked out the open window. Carcer was still standing in the shrubbery. He looked up at Teatime and put his hands on his hips. Teatime nodded to him and then stepped away from the window. He looked around the dusty room and pulled a sheet off a desk. He tied the sheet into a rope and tossed one end out the window. He held the other end tightly as Carcer climbed up the rope and into the window. Carcer looked around the guest room and groaned. “We came in the wrong window, dammit. So where the hell is little Sammie’s nursery?” Teatime shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll find it easily enough. What time is it?”
Carcer pulled the dead Seamstress’s pocket watch out. “It’s half past five.” He smirked. “ Plenty of time.” Carcer walked to the door and opened it. He bowed. “After you.” Teatime looked at Carcer and moving with the stealth and silence that only an Assassin can, he walked to the open door and checked to see the hallway was empty. It was. He smiled. So far things were going their way. As Teatime and Carcer walked along the hallway, Teatime found himself wondering why the Guild had such a difficult time getting into this house and inhuming the Duke. True, there had been several traps and they had been quite bothersome when they closed in on his ankles but he was sure that any Assassin that is deterred by such trivial matters must not have their heart in the job.
Around the corner were the sounds of a door being opened and then the click of it closing. Since Teatime was in the lead, he poked his head carefully around the corner and saw her. Miss Susan. She was standing in front of a door not twenty feet away. She dusted her hands off on her black dress, leaving white talcum powder lines along the front. Carcer stepped forward silently and looked around the corner as well. He looked at Susan and then looked at Teatime. He had enough sense not to whistle. He settled for a knowing smirk. When Susan had walked down the stairs, both men waited a few minutes and then walked into the room she had stepped out of.
Carcer looked around the hallway just before closing the door behind him. He gave Teatime a companionable pat on the back. “I gotta say, Johnny, you have excellent taste. She is one foxy lady, haha.” Teatime stared at Carcer. There were far too many times when he had absolutely no idea what the man was talking about. Carcer gave up grinning at the lad and decided to study the décor of the nursery. Occasionally, he’d snort when he noticed something particularly cutesy, like the lamb wall clock. He pulled Where’s My Cow? off the bookcase and turned a few pages. He rolled his eyes. “You know, family life’s made ‘im soft. Can you picture Duke Vimesy reading this drivel to his boy everyday? Disgraceful. Haha.”
Carcer handed Teatime the much chewed book. Teatime opened the book to the first page and read it out loud. “Where is my cow? Is that my cow? It goes Baa! It is a sheep. That is not my cow.” He turned a few pages and paused on random ones. He turned to the last page then closed the book with a shrug. “I can’t believe Miss Susan would allow the child to sit through it.” He shook his head. It was disgraceful. Miss Susan was a very intelligent, well-educated woman. How could she tolerate one of her charges being exposed to such crude and unchallenging reading material? He sighed. Clearly the child had made their adversaries docile and sluggish.
Dun dun dun! What can those two have planned for Young Sam? It can't be anything good.
Devious Comments
LOVE THAT LINE! And the fic, the idea of young Sam melting hearts! Do you have an Lj btw?
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Of course Young Sam would melt the hearts of all those around him. He's Ankh-Morpork's Favorite Son. (lol sorry, but for some reason I can picture him being referred to that way in the newspaper.)
I did have a LJ once... actually I have had had like 2 or 3 but as so often happens, I lost interest.
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'As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention' - Elphaba, Wicked
I don't have a skeptical view on mankind. A skeptical view would be that the human race couldn't change
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'As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention' - Elphaba, Wicked
I don't have a skeptical view on mankind. A skeptical view would be that the human race couldn't change
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'As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention' - Elphaba, Wicked
I don't have a skeptical view on mankind. A skeptical view would be that the human race couldn't change
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Well, forgive me. I'd rather thought we were a covert military unit, but it seems we are in fact a knitting circle.
-Hawley Griffin
My head got back to normal!
Poor kid, when I'm not thinking of how to torment Vimes, I'm thinking of how to torment Young Sam. *is ashamed*
What's being added to list of things you'd do?
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