Heaven's Eyes: 073
She hasn't changed in so many years. Lazlo sighs inwardly as he steps forward and fights the urge to flinch as she scrutinizes him carefully, from head to toe. "Welcome back," she says, a strange smile lighting her features up.
He merely nods and acknowledges her; he doesn't want to be back here, he doesn't want to talk to her - but he searches, and the smallest clues and hints...
"I know where he is."
Lazlo straightens. Blue eyes flicker curiously from her face, onto distant objects that the to-be-queen has decorated her room with and back to the sorceress - witch, he mutters mentally - again. "Where?" It comes out from his mouth a question, but Lazlo is sick of asking where, sick of questions; he just wants to know the answer.
The narrowing of her eyes is easy to spot, Lazlo far too used to reading people, both true rune bearers and not - and she moves towards him, the strange smile widening. "I will let you meet him," she bargains, "if you do not interfere."
He takes it into consideration, and agrees. Not being able to interfere in exchange for the simple need to find him - it is, Lazlo decides, worth it. The small strange smile on her face blossoms into a proud smirk of triumph, and she waves the guards in.
From where he stands, Lazlo looks out of the windows and up into the sky and he wonders where the stars have gone.
fin.
Notes: Heaven's Eyes will be a collection of drabbles, maybe linked, maybe not, centered around Lazlo as a character. Prompts are taken from the 100situations community on LJ, but I have not claimed it there. And, yes, I know I'm killing myself, why do you ask?And as for the title, please do not ask - I... I have this weird theory that doesn't make sense to me anymore.
