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tampered2009-12-07 08:13 pm
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log; closed; in progress
When; Monday, December 7th, late afternoon
Rating; PG
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kitschempress, uxoriousemperor
Summary; Trapped in a room together, there's only so long one can put off that conversation.
Log;
To say that being trapped in a room superficially resembling her study was driving Elisabeth mad would be an understatement. She was restless, annoyed, and all together out of sorts. And it didn't help that she was trapped her with her husband of all people. And he kept pacing.
Perhaps it would not have been as bad if they had been trapped somewhere else. A larger room in the palace. Or even somewhere in the City. But this was, or at least seemed to be, her study. Her private area, and there he was, invading it. Even when he wasn't pacing, his presence was a distraction. She'd been trying to pass the time in correspondence, finishing the letters that had been put on hold with the news of Rudolf's death, writing new letters. Anything to pass the time.
"Stop that" she snapped as Franz started to pace again. "Or at least walk more quietly."
Rating; PG
Characters;
kitschempress, uxoriousemperorSummary; Trapped in a room together, there's only so long one can put off that conversation.
Log;
To say that being trapped in a room superficially resembling her study was driving Elisabeth mad would be an understatement. She was restless, annoyed, and all together out of sorts. And it didn't help that she was trapped her with her husband of all people. And he kept pacing.
Perhaps it would not have been as bad if they had been trapped somewhere else. A larger room in the palace. Or even somewhere in the City. But this was, or at least seemed to be, her study. Her private area, and there he was, invading it. Even when he wasn't pacing, his presence was a distraction. She'd been trying to pass the time in correspondence, finishing the letters that had been put on hold with the news of Rudolf's death, writing new letters. Anything to pass the time.
"Stop that" she snapped as Franz started to pace again. "Or at least walk more quietly."