Cersei and Mort; Friday Afternoon
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om_mainCersei and Mort have a little chat after squad practice and she gains her first minion.
She couldn't wait to get into the shower.
That was all Cersei could think as she made her way toward the door of the girls' locker room.
A shower to wash away the sweat that caused the little hairs that had escaped the single long plait to stick to the back of her neck.
A shower to help aching muscles unknot and relax the way it had after the intense ballet lessons she'd taken until only a few months before her manifestation.
A shower to help her escape the footsteps of one of her squadmates she could hear approaching from behind.
The trouble with her natural grace meant that Mort had no idea she was in any particular rush. "You looked good out there today, Beautiful," he offered, hopping up behind her.
Cersei's skin crawled just from the sound of his voice. Yes, she had been at the school for months now but some of the other students' physical mutations - such as the green, wiry boy's - still took quite a bit of getting used to.
Still, she gave him a quick flash of a pretty smile but was sure to keep moving in the direction of the locker rooms. "Thank you, Mortimer. You appeared to be working very hard yourself."
He took her smile as approval. "Mort's just fine for me, or Toad if you rather. Mortimer's kind of a mouthful, innit babe?"
"No more than many of the names of my relatives," Cersei replied, the carefully crafted smile still in place despite the urge to speak through her teeth while grimacing. "But if you wish, I shall call you Mort."
"And what should I call you?"
"Cersei." She was not one for pet or nick names. A name was power; to let someone give you another name, to call you something else, was to give them power over you and the blonde had only relinquished such to three people in her life.
"Pretty and unique, of course," he said, giving her a wide grin.
The golden head bowed slightly in gratitude when she came to a stop in front of the door but did not make a move to open it just yet. "A family name, but thank you. I am quite find of it myself."
"Family name, eh?" Mort asked. He didn't exactly understand the whole 'family names' thing. They were just names, not, like, heirlooms or something, right? Of course, he hadn't even known his parents names, so maybe this was just one of those things he wasn't gonna get. "They all as hot as you?"
"Given that all the other Cerseis are corpses, I would hope I am significantly more attractive." She'd been raised to be charming, not sincere and so, long lashes fluttered slightly over green eyes to add to her allure. No matter how repulsed she was by the other mutant, her time at the school was still only just beginning and no potential paths to her ultimate goals could be overlooked. "Mortimer is a French name. Did you know that?"
"Didn't know that." He said. "Does that make me exotic or something?" Exotic was good, right?
He was certainly something, that much Cersei was sure of. "It means 'dead sea' or 'still water'. Which was perfectly apt for the marshy Toad. "As for exotic, being from Monaco, I would not consider France as such."
"Still water? I can dig that." He was The Toad, right? "Where's Monaco?"
Cersei's mouth drew into a small, tight line at that. "It borders the south of France. Very small and on the Mediterranean Sea. Monte-Carlo. The Grand-Prix. Princess Grace." She made a small gesture with her hand, waiting for some sort of reaction to her words.
The look he gave her indicated he had comprehended a fairly small amount of whatever she'd said. Geography wasn't really his deal. Actually, school and smarts weren't really his deal. So it wasn't like it was the first time he'd not known where something was - wouldn't the last, either. "It nice there?"
The golden head nodded once, one hand lifting to brush a few sticky curls back into her braid. "Very. I consider it the most beautiful place in the world, but then again, I am a bit biased."
"I'll take you at your word, then," Mort said. Not like he'd ever gone, after all. "Only ever been London and here, myself."
"Mm. I do enjoy London and Paris, Milan, Florence, Hong Kong..." Her father's work had taken her all over the world, and her interest in fashion even further. "But, it is as they say, no place like home, hm?"
"Always been home," he explained, shrugging his sloped shoulders. "But I suppose."
She had no answer to that, just another well rehearsed smile. He had not travelled, did not know basic geography... and was absolutely appalling to look at. So far, Cersei had yet to find a redeemable quality in her squad mate. But even the most pathetic of reptiles had their place below the lions in the food chain - and their use. She just had to find it.
"Tell me, Mort." Cersei touched one finger against her chin, shoulders pulled back a bit further to accent swells of her breasts. "Do you think you could maybe do a favor?"
"Of course," he answered without hesitation.
Rising onto her toes, she spun slightly to face away from him. "Could you help me with the zipper?" Cersei asked, gathering the golden plait in one hand to reveal the silver track that ran down the center of the black, fire-retardant, wetsuit-like uniform she donned for practice. "Please?"
If his eyes got any wider, Mort's eyeballs would fall right out. "S-sure thing, yo," he managed, though his voice was suddenly a lot less sure than he'd intended. With a hand that he swore wasn't quite shaking, he reached out and began to carefully unzip her.
He was undressing a girl! Right?
For her part, it took almost all of Cersei's willpower not to shudder when his fingers brushed against the smooth and pale that was revealed inch by slow inch. But, a shower was not long to be had and she could scrub herself raw now that she knew which weapons to use with Mort.
When the zipper was drawn down to the small of her back, revealing no scrap of material beneath it, Cersei spun back, arms crossed over her chest and smile still in place. "Merci, beaucoup, Mortimer."
"You're welcome, Ce-Cersei." Mort responded, quick as could be. "Anything I can do to help."
"I will see you in class." Green eyes flashed brightly as she took the step toward the door, pushing it open with one hand. Another pivot put her back against it, and Cersei tossed a little wave in his direction before disappearing into the sanctuary of the girls' locker room.
He stood there, stupefied for a long moment, before finally relaxing down into his usual crouch. Shaking his head, to get the cobwebs (and possibly the taunts of naked girls) out of it, Mort hopped his way out of there.
Behind the door, Cersei let out a long, slow breath when she was certain he was gone and finally let the repressed tremor sail through her. He had not seemed the type who would have followed her but she had not wanted to be caught off guard - by the toady boy or anyone else. The thought of his hand skating over her bare back sent a second shiver down her spine. Just because she'd figured out the quickest way to cut into the frog, to start manipulating him and molding him for her needs, did not mean she would ever enjoy his touch.
Only that she would need to take more showers.
She couldn't wait to get into the shower.
That was all Cersei could think as she made her way toward the door of the girls' locker room.
A shower to wash away the sweat that caused the little hairs that had escaped the single long plait to stick to the back of her neck.
A shower to help aching muscles unknot and relax the way it had after the intense ballet lessons she'd taken until only a few months before her manifestation.
A shower to help her escape the footsteps of one of her squadmates she could hear approaching from behind.
The trouble with her natural grace meant that Mort had no idea she was in any particular rush. "You looked good out there today, Beautiful," he offered, hopping up behind her.
Cersei's skin crawled just from the sound of his voice. Yes, she had been at the school for months now but some of the other students' physical mutations - such as the green, wiry boy's - still took quite a bit of getting used to.
Still, she gave him a quick flash of a pretty smile but was sure to keep moving in the direction of the locker rooms. "Thank you, Mortimer. You appeared to be working very hard yourself."
He took her smile as approval. "Mort's just fine for me, or Toad if you rather. Mortimer's kind of a mouthful, innit babe?"
"No more than many of the names of my relatives," Cersei replied, the carefully crafted smile still in place despite the urge to speak through her teeth while grimacing. "But if you wish, I shall call you Mort."
"And what should I call you?"
"Cersei." She was not one for pet or nick names. A name was power; to let someone give you another name, to call you something else, was to give them power over you and the blonde had only relinquished such to three people in her life.
"Pretty and unique, of course," he said, giving her a wide grin.
The golden head bowed slightly in gratitude when she came to a stop in front of the door but did not make a move to open it just yet. "A family name, but thank you. I am quite find of it myself."
"Family name, eh?" Mort asked. He didn't exactly understand the whole 'family names' thing. They were just names, not, like, heirlooms or something, right? Of course, he hadn't even known his parents names, so maybe this was just one of those things he wasn't gonna get. "They all as hot as you?"
"Given that all the other Cerseis are corpses, I would hope I am significantly more attractive." She'd been raised to be charming, not sincere and so, long lashes fluttered slightly over green eyes to add to her allure. No matter how repulsed she was by the other mutant, her time at the school was still only just beginning and no potential paths to her ultimate goals could be overlooked. "Mortimer is a French name. Did you know that?"
"Didn't know that." He said. "Does that make me exotic or something?" Exotic was good, right?
He was certainly something, that much Cersei was sure of. "It means 'dead sea' or 'still water'. Which was perfectly apt for the marshy Toad. "As for exotic, being from Monaco, I would not consider France as such."
"Still water? I can dig that." He was The Toad, right? "Where's Monaco?"
Cersei's mouth drew into a small, tight line at that. "It borders the south of France. Very small and on the Mediterranean Sea. Monte-Carlo. The Grand-Prix. Princess Grace." She made a small gesture with her hand, waiting for some sort of reaction to her words.
The look he gave her indicated he had comprehended a fairly small amount of whatever she'd said. Geography wasn't really his deal. Actually, school and smarts weren't really his deal. So it wasn't like it was the first time he'd not known where something was - wouldn't the last, either. "It nice there?"
The golden head nodded once, one hand lifting to brush a few sticky curls back into her braid. "Very. I consider it the most beautiful place in the world, but then again, I am a bit biased."
"I'll take you at your word, then," Mort said. Not like he'd ever gone, after all. "Only ever been London and here, myself."
"Mm. I do enjoy London and Paris, Milan, Florence, Hong Kong..." Her father's work had taken her all over the world, and her interest in fashion even further. "But, it is as they say, no place like home, hm?"
"Always been home," he explained, shrugging his sloped shoulders. "But I suppose."
She had no answer to that, just another well rehearsed smile. He had not travelled, did not know basic geography... and was absolutely appalling to look at. So far, Cersei had yet to find a redeemable quality in her squad mate. But even the most pathetic of reptiles had their place below the lions in the food chain - and their use. She just had to find it.
"Tell me, Mort." Cersei touched one finger against her chin, shoulders pulled back a bit further to accent swells of her breasts. "Do you think you could maybe do a favor?"
"Of course," he answered without hesitation.
Rising onto her toes, she spun slightly to face away from him. "Could you help me with the zipper?" Cersei asked, gathering the golden plait in one hand to reveal the silver track that ran down the center of the black, fire-retardant, wetsuit-like uniform she donned for practice. "Please?"
If his eyes got any wider, Mort's eyeballs would fall right out. "S-sure thing, yo," he managed, though his voice was suddenly a lot less sure than he'd intended. With a hand that he swore wasn't quite shaking, he reached out and began to carefully unzip her.
He was undressing a girl! Right?
For her part, it took almost all of Cersei's willpower not to shudder when his fingers brushed against the smooth and pale that was revealed inch by slow inch. But, a shower was not long to be had and she could scrub herself raw now that she knew which weapons to use with Mort.
When the zipper was drawn down to the small of her back, revealing no scrap of material beneath it, Cersei spun back, arms crossed over her chest and smile still in place. "Merci, beaucoup, Mortimer."
"You're welcome, Ce-Cersei." Mort responded, quick as could be. "Anything I can do to help."
"I will see you in class." Green eyes flashed brightly as she took the step toward the door, pushing it open with one hand. Another pivot put her back against it, and Cersei tossed a little wave in his direction before disappearing into the sanctuary of the girls' locker room.
He stood there, stupefied for a long moment, before finally relaxing down into his usual crouch. Shaking his head, to get the cobwebs (and possibly the taunts of naked girls) out of it, Mort hopped his way out of there.
Behind the door, Cersei let out a long, slow breath when she was certain he was gone and finally let the repressed tremor sail through her. He had not seemed the type who would have followed her but she had not wanted to be caught off guard - by the toady boy or anyone else. The thought of his hand skating over her bare back sent a second shiver down her spine. Just because she'd figured out the quickest way to cut into the frog, to start manipulating him and molding him for her needs, did not mean she would ever enjoy his touch.
Only that she would need to take more showers.
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Date: 2014-04-27 04:09 pm (UTC)And oh my god, Cersei. And oh my god, Mort. Squeeeeee.
Alice is not happy. >.> ;)
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Date: 2014-04-27 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-27 04:42 pm (UTC)Also that was sketchy on ALL LEVELS, why would anyone do this to themselves, Cersei, ugh.
Alice has many feels.
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Date: 2014-04-27 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-27 11:55 pm (UTC)And lol, yeeeeeeeah. xD Snake side is out. lol.