Phaedra M. Paderborn (painbreak) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-10-10 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | morphine |
Who: NPC delivery driver, mention of NPC Martin and Phaedra Paderborn [Morphine]
What: Delivery!
When: Later Saturday evening.
The delivery driver was, technically, off work. He'd just dropped off a large box addressed to Phaedra Paderborn, from a Seturner Medical, Inc. The driver had more or less befriended the doctor's receptionist, Martin, in the time he'd spent delivering shipments to the office. He had rarely seen this Phaedra herself.
But tonight, he did. Oh god did he. The broad had bright, golden red hair, and the prettiest eyes he ever did see. She had asked him, in a soft yet smooth voice, if he could deliver this one last thing to the address she gave him. She had smiled. Oh, the smile could have floored him. His mind swam with a pleasant numbness with that smile. He had stuttered an 'of course', and the woman had touched his arm. He was mystified. He had never seen a white coat those doctor people wore look so damn sexy. He found himself trying to stand up straighter, suck in his beer gut, and wishing he had shaved his days old scruff that morning. He felt, quite suddenly, as if nothing he could do would ever be good enough in the shadow of this petite, charming red-haired woman. Nothing. Except, perhaps, deliver what she wanted.
Hours before the driver had arrived, Phaedra had carefully gone through her garden and selected flowers and twigs for a display, before heading to the florist to pull it all together with blossoms and accents she did not have at home. She had then written a simple note on aged parchment paper, in her sweet script. The note was carefully folded and placed within an envelope, sealed with red wax.
Sweet Hazel-mine,
I would love to have you visit for dinner some time soon, before your special day arrives. I will also be inviting Charlotte.
You have been so giving, so good to me, in the past century (and some years more than that). Please let me know when you might like to visit, and we shall arrange it. I know you are a busy man, but an evening with your sisters would, I hope, be a welcome reprieve.
Yours always,
Morphine
The note was tucked into the side of the bouquet.
When the delivery driver later and finally reached home, after dropping off the bouquet at the address provided, he had looked into the mirror, and despite his wife's cooing in the background, could not bring himself to shake Dr. Paderborn and her white coat out of his mind.