"well," lady morgan told Arnold quietly, "do have him wait in the Main Vault. we'll be upon him shortly."
*
as the doors to the Vault opened slowly, morgan was led into the room a bit unprepared for visitors, but certainly ready enough for this one. hand together with rusty's, she walked into the hall, a little reluctant and trailing a bit behind him, but made it, most certainly, to this impromptu meeting.
the Great Pumpkin was seated Over There, at the far side of the Round Table, okay well not actually the actual far side, but maybe at about 11 O'Clock, you might say. He was properly attired for a day at court and left nothing out of the wistfulness and glean about him as he stroked the surface of that mighty table with a delicate touch and a bit of a thirstful lusting.
"first time sitting at The Table?" offered rusty as a greeting equally imprompt.
up sprang the Great Pumpkin, almost to a stance of Attention. "Lord rusty, Mi'Lady, happily I meet with you on this day." and with a bit of a bow, was allowed to chill it down to normalcy by morgan who simply stated, "you are most welcome to join us at The Table anytime, monsieur, for as you can see by its delicate figure, it is, by nature, most certainly headless," and they joined him with handshake and a kiss on the cheek, respectively, and adjourned from any more formality to speak as kinfolk.
"sandra," began the pumpkin, "I have with me the plan that you requested. it's been drafted and is ready to take up." And he pulled a lengthy cylindrical carton out from underneath his cape. And handed it to lady morgan, simply stating, "your parchment."
without hesitation, she pivoted a bit pirouette to face her love, passed him the parcel and echo'd, "your parchment," with you see, a bit of emphasis on the word "your."
"What's this?"
"oh, it's a present for you."
And the occasion...?
who needs an occasion. open it!
off popped the end of the tube, slid out the parchment, which rusty unrolled and spread out upon the Table. "sit your ass up here and tell me what we have here," and so she did. looking glibly at the Pumpkin then leaning over to point of every little detail of The Plan, as it were, ever so nicely laid to parch by the draftkeep, for her, for him, by it, as it was, at her request.
"is it in your favor, mi'lord?" she finished.
"i love it. sounds like a plan to me. thank you, baby."
and she smiled, and preened, a bit cheshire, as it were.
nobody would notice him pull her ever so friskily close to him for a nuzzle and a bit of a peck. nobody, except The Pumpkin, who certainly blushed a bit and declared, "I see you are pleased with my efforts. Happy to bring good tidings. For now, I take my leave." and he bowed, exited, and slammed shut the door behind him.
Alone. in the vault. a table bare except for the cheeks of his maiden, lord rusty muttered a bit under his breath, close to her cheek about next to her ear. "I have a plan of my own to spread about this table," and pulling on the Tassel which fastened her violet robe, he made her remember to be free..."
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tigertails
Shut your eyes, Marion.
good for the children,
