William pushed the envelope across the café table silently, his expression unreadable. Isaak leaned forwards resting his elbows on the table and propping his chin on his hands. He made no move to pick up the envelope and never even gave any indication of having noticed it at all much to William’s annoyance. “Are you going to tell me that those esoteric powers of yours are so advanced that you don’t even have to look?” Isaak’s laughter started William enough so that he found that he suddenly couldn’t quite manage to light his pipe. “I don’t see what’s so funny.” A death’s head grin greeted his statement. “I just… want a job done. Nothing more than that. I don’t see what’s so amusing about it.” “Oh, ‘amusing’ would be an understatement.” “Would it really.” He’d lit his pipe now and the tobacco seemed to calm him. Isaak leaned back in his chair, casting a surreptitious glance about them. William frowned at that. “Look, I just want this done. If you’re worried about payment-“ “Wouldn’t you rather handle this..” Issak tapped the envelope with a finger. “…yourself?” “And how pray tell am I going to do that?” Isaak leaned forwards again, conspiratorially. “We could provide you with certain… resources.” “Go on.” “My… organisation is quite adept at handling this sort of situation as you well know.” “And you’d be prepared to lend me your resources? I didn’t think your people did that.” “We don’t.” William’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t give voice to the suspicion that was growing in his mind. Isaak chuckled self-depreciatingly. “Yes. I’m asking you to join us.” “Why?” Isaak seemed nonplussed by the question. “Why ask or why now?” “Both.” “Ah, well, you’re very well placed to help further our purpose and you’ve never thought of approaching us before which would indicate-“ “I can still tell when you’re lying to me.” Isaak sighed. “I haven’t had sex since Londinium.” “What? Really? But what about that von Lohengrin boy?” “Dietrich likes girls.” William drew on his pipe thoughtfully for a moment before admitting: “So does Caterina.” “Ah.” “And to be honest she’s a little old for me these days.” He looked downcast for an instant before his expression cleared. “But I’m sure we can find you a short enough skirt.” “And over the knee socks.” “What is it with you and those socks?” Isaak crossed his legs primly. “You’d better find me a pair, professor, or I’m going straight home after class.”
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Sadly I couldn’t quite keep up the serious plotline, mostly because the thought process in my mind always results in William + Isaak = clandestine liaison (generally involving an anonymous hotel room).
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Re: Trinity Blood - Kate/Leon; lust, pride or envy
Date: 2009-11-11 01:22 pm (UTC)Isaak leaned forwards resting his elbows on the table and propping his chin on his hands. He made no move to pick up the envelope and never even gave any indication of having noticed it at all much to William’s annoyance.
“Are you going to tell me that those esoteric powers of yours are so advanced that you don’t even have to look?”
Isaak’s laughter started William enough so that he found that he suddenly couldn’t quite manage to light his pipe. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”
A death’s head grin greeted his statement.
“I just… want a job done. Nothing more than that. I don’t see what’s so amusing about it.”
“Oh, ‘amusing’ would be an understatement.”
“Would it really.” He’d lit his pipe now and the tobacco seemed to calm him.
Isaak leaned back in his chair, casting a surreptitious glance about them.
William frowned at that. “Look, I just want this done. If you’re worried about payment-“
“Wouldn’t you rather handle this..” Issak tapped the envelope with a finger. “…yourself?”
“And how pray tell am I going to do that?”
Isaak leaned forwards again, conspiratorially. “We could provide you with certain… resources.”
“Go on.”
“My… organisation is quite adept at handling this sort of situation as you well know.”
“And you’d be prepared to lend me your resources? I didn’t think your people did that.”
“We don’t.”
William’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t give voice to the suspicion that was growing in his mind.
Isaak chuckled self-depreciatingly. “Yes. I’m asking you to join us.”
“Why?”
Isaak seemed nonplussed by the question. “Why ask or why now?”
“Both.”
“Ah, well, you’re very well placed to help further our purpose and you’ve never thought of approaching us before which would indicate-“
“I can still tell when you’re lying to me.”
Isaak sighed. “I haven’t had sex since Londinium.”
“What? Really? But what about that von Lohengrin boy?”
“Dietrich likes girls.”
William drew on his pipe thoughtfully for a moment before admitting: “So does Caterina.”
“Ah.”
“And to be honest she’s a little old for me these days.” He looked downcast for an instant before his expression cleared. “But I’m sure we can find you a short enough skirt.”
“And over the knee socks.”
“What is it with you and those socks?”
Isaak crossed his legs primly. “You’d better find me a pair, professor, or I’m going straight home after class.”
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Sadly I couldn’t quite keep up the serious plotline, mostly because the thought process in my mind always results in William + Isaak = clandestine liaison (generally involving an anonymous hotel room).