The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 6
Pen name: Alby Mangroves
Pairing: Irina / Eleazar
Rating: M
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A/N: Grateful thanks to ms-ambrosia and lightstardusting for pre-reading, and always making my work better x
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"Irina?" He says, softly.
"Eleazar." Her reply echoes through the house.
"Kindly remove your loot from the library. It smells like sweat, where I wish to smell only parchment and ink."
Eleazar is entirely sure that she has left the offending trash here on purpose.
There is little fun to be had in this desolate place. Amusing one's immortal self often has puckish overtones.
Perhaps the hideous coat's owner was not a sufficient diversion.
Eleazar looks at the smelly article with distaste, the hammer and sickle a redundant symbol of a dying empire.
He has seen the transience of many.