Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 11:27:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a223/Achillea/skullseamless_zpsbd28f8a0.jpg); border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; padding: 10px;] || tagged: no one || notes: none at present || in time you may come back someday . to live once more……………or die once more "Madness!" Maximillien Robespierre declared, "utter and complete madness!" He was pacing the length of the salon and back again, his reflection jumping from one dark window to the next, unheeded. His shoes tip-tapped rapidly on the parquetry floor, his steps filled with a restless energy that was partly fear, but mostly exhiliration born of the events of the day. At long last, his life's goal was in sight -- the triumph of republicanism ... and revenge for his murdered friends. But now ... "You cannot be suggesting this!" the slender man said, halting his pacing and turning to face the room's sole other occupant. The man called Chauvelin regarded him levelly, stocky body lounging in a chair, as at ease as ever. He was a mystery in many ways, but there was no doubting his loyalty to the cause. Enigma or not, the man had taken too many risks, spent too much gold, and spilled too much blood for that. Nevertheless, what he was asking ... "Meet the king?" Robespierre said. "At Versailles? Among a veritable army of aristos? Are you mad?" Chauvelin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "What better time and place?" he asked. "It's the last thing anyone would expect." At Robespierre's eloquent snort at that reasoning, he continued, his voice urgent. "I know you're skeptical, and I completely understand. But I trust the boy. And I don't trust anyone. You will be safe, you have my word." Robespierre began to pace once more. but in time your time will be no more Based on a table made by Satara of Caution 2.0! |