nothingtoregret: (Alex)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,355
Summary: Sir Alexander has terrible luck with servants and has a habit of them dying—not a habit his King is pleased with. It'd seem that when it comes to choosing his own, his taste might just be as bad as his luck...

Resting his chin on his steepled fingers, the heavyset man stared down at the sorry excuse for a knight standing before him with a cocky smile and let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. "Another one? Again?" )
nothingtoregret: (Milos)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 594
Summary: Milos asks one question and gets a different answer that both destroys a little bit of his childhood and rebuilds a little part of his adulthood.

Resting his folded arms on the dais, he stared up at the complicated collection of struts and spheres and let out a sigh. "Is there anything else you're going to spring on me?" )
nothingtoregret: (Kse)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Kse is curious about the unconscious Paradigm. Then she's just shocked.
Notes: Follows directly on from Now What?.

He looks so young and vulnerable, asleep in the sea of red sheets. )
nothingtoregret: (Arkadiy)
There's one day that Arkadiy will always remember. He doesn't need to mark it in the calendar; he only has to look down.

nothingtoregret: (Kse)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 727
Summary: Opulence doesn't suit Paradigm, Kse's dancing doesn't suit Maxim (or anyone else, really) and there's always someone at these things that you don't want to see...

The drinks were warm and the expensive foods were cold and silently Paradigm watched couples dance strange steps he didn't think he could follow in a million years. And the chairs were too hard. )
nothingtoregret: Spiky-haired AI woman with a painted face. (Default)
Rating: G
Word Count: 606
Summary: Simon catches a cold.

Of all the- ...I've got a cold. )


nothingtoregret: Spiky-haired AI woman with a painted face. (Default)
Something witty that way went.

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