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dorksidefiker) wrote2011-01-13 03:16 pm
dorksidefiker) wrote2011-01-13 03:16 pm
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A Night at the Museum
Title: A Night at the Museum
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Original
Table/Prompt: Table B/4. Museum
Character/Pairing: Rowena Mox-Xanathos, Eva, Hector
Rating: PG
Word Count: 409
Summary: In which Rowena is the object of gossip.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
“Who is that?” Eva whispered to her husband Hector, leaning close as she watched the old woman in black moving around the bright and beautiful people at the museum benefit like a crow in a flock of peacocks. Her silvery hair was piled on top of her head, and she wore silver and sapphires in her ears and around her neck. She had dusky skin and a kind of agelessness about her, and there was a gravity there that came with age, money, and power. Eva didn’t know this woman, though. She wasn’t one of the society matrons that had worked so hard to block Eva from the society to which her marriage to Hector should have elevated her.
“Oh,” Hector said quietly. “That’s Mrs. Mox-Xanathos. She donates, but she almost never shows. Haven’t seen her around since before Blanche passed.”
“Were they… friends?” Eva asked hesitantly. None of Blanche’s old cronies had warmed to Eva, and often went out of their way to make the second Mrs. Whitehorn’s life more difficult.
“What? No, she’s not friends with anyone. Except the museum, I mean. You remember those paintings you were admiring? She donated those. And the sculptures a few years before. Oh, and the jewels before that. I remember you liked those. I think she’s wearing some of them, actually.”
Eva studied the woman again. She wouldn’t have been a beauty, not with those steely eyes and that nose, which was large and beaky and crooked, but she was handsome, maybe even exotic in the right light. She stopped between the buffet and a gaggle of matrons who shied away from her. Slowly, she scanned the room, her eyes finally falling on Eva. She cocked a thick eyebrow, and Eva looked away quickly, gooseflesh rising on her arms.
“What does she do?”
“Owns a farm upstate, Manages a brood of children, from what little I’ve seen,” Hector said. “Teaches sometimes, I hear, but largely keeps to herself. Haven’t a clue what brought her out tonight, other than an urge to see how her money gets spent. If you’re so curious, maybe you should talk to her.”
Eva shivered. “I’m not sure that I want that woman’s attention on me…”
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Original
Table/Prompt: Table B/4. Museum
Character/Pairing: Rowena Mox-Xanathos, Eva, Hector
Rating: PG
Word Count: 409
Summary: In which Rowena is the object of gossip.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
“Who is that?” Eva whispered to her husband Hector, leaning close as she watched the old woman in black moving around the bright and beautiful people at the museum benefit like a crow in a flock of peacocks. Her silvery hair was piled on top of her head, and she wore silver and sapphires in her ears and around her neck. She had dusky skin and a kind of agelessness about her, and there was a gravity there that came with age, money, and power. Eva didn’t know this woman, though. She wasn’t one of the society matrons that had worked so hard to block Eva from the society to which her marriage to Hector should have elevated her.
“Oh,” Hector said quietly. “That’s Mrs. Mox-Xanathos. She donates, but she almost never shows. Haven’t seen her around since before Blanche passed.”
“Were they… friends?” Eva asked hesitantly. None of Blanche’s old cronies had warmed to Eva, and often went out of their way to make the second Mrs. Whitehorn’s life more difficult.
“What? No, she’s not friends with anyone. Except the museum, I mean. You remember those paintings you were admiring? She donated those. And the sculptures a few years before. Oh, and the jewels before that. I remember you liked those. I think she’s wearing some of them, actually.”
Eva studied the woman again. She wouldn’t have been a beauty, not with those steely eyes and that nose, which was large and beaky and crooked, but she was handsome, maybe even exotic in the right light. She stopped between the buffet and a gaggle of matrons who shied away from her. Slowly, she scanned the room, her eyes finally falling on Eva. She cocked a thick eyebrow, and Eva looked away quickly, gooseflesh rising on her arms.
“What does she do?”
“Owns a farm upstate, Manages a brood of children, from what little I’ve seen,” Hector said. “Teaches sometimes, I hear, but largely keeps to herself. Haven’t a clue what brought her out tonight, other than an urge to see how her money gets spent. If you’re so curious, maybe you should talk to her.”
Eva shivered. “I’m not sure that I want that woman’s attention on me…”