Cantice III

For those of you not from North Carolina, we just experienced a pretty bad ice storm which knocked out power for a lot of people, including me, for a couple of days. In fact, three fourths of the county which I live in was without power. That was fun. On a completely random note, I've started watching Hellsing Ultimate, which I don't think is as striking or has as high of artistic quality as a single unit as the other version, but I think I like better. I dunno. Just sort of rambling at this point. Enjoy my writ.

The door quickly swung open halfway, the slave which had opened the door originally motioning with his head to come inside. With a quick look up and down the alleyway, Cantice quickly skulked inside.

He was in the kitchen, surrounded by slaves doing slave things. How dull. He skittered on past them to find his own Famulus eating something off of some plate. He came up behind him and interjected in a hushed tone, “Famulus, my good man, now is not the time for eating. The mistress?” Unaware that his master had come in, he almost spit whatever he was eating out and looked at him with an uneasy toothy grin. Popping the rest of the brown food-like substance in his mouth, he led on, continuing on into another room and then yet another, where he then directed him to a pantry. Cantice put his hands on his hips and asked, “Really Famulus, a pantry?” The slave just shrugged his shoulders and cocked his head to the side. He relented and entered the storeroom amid foodstuffs for later consumption.

Quite shortly thereafter the door opened to reveal the shining light of his life, Catella. She looked over her shoulder and then rushed in, closing the door quickly behind her. Their hands instantly went for one another, each seeming to have one hand grasp the other’s midsection and the other towards the face, pressing their lips passionately against one another. Her tongue pressed against his lips and naturally he parted, allowing it passage into his own mouth, reciprocating in kind. However, he was a bit overly excited, a bit overly anxious, and knocked his teeth into hers. He cursed in his own mind. Cantice’s hand moved towards other regions of her body other than her midsection, but was quickly slapped away as she pushed herself off of him. She quietly protested, “My husband is home. We can’t be caught like this.”