Fic: Genius Loci (S&S)
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thisbluespiritOne of the other fics I had written ages ago, awaiting editing. It took a while, because, really it wanted to escape and become fully-fledged fic, which it can't yet. (Maybe one day.)
Title: Genius Loci
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 2552
Characters/Pairings: Sapphire, Silver, Copper
Warnings None.
Summary: There’s an ornamental fountain that’s slowing time down – and that’s not the only surprise hiding within it…
Prompt 70: silver & sapphire & copper - Supernatural AU & Fountain of youth. (1750s)
***
“It’s certainly unusual,” said Silver, following Sapphire across the carefully laid out grounds, towards the gravel paths and the rose bushes – and the ornamental fountain in the centre. She matched her surroundings quite perfectly, he thought, observing her with private amusement: her light blue gown with its ridiculous hoops under the skirt that didn’t inconvenience her, though they surely should have done. There were embroidered sprays of flowers on the skirt, sleeves and stomacher, and he could swear they were the same as some of the flowers growing in the neat borders around them. Knowing Sapphire, it was not impossible. “Are you sure?”
Sapphire waved a hand towards the over-elaborate stone structure. It had miniature classical-style bronze statuettes in small alcoves on each side of the central piece. “There’s too much time collecting here. It’s been passing more slowly as a result. The occupants seem to becoming drawn to this place without knowing why – and to the water.”
“And then their time is also slowed down,” said Copper, following Sapphire’s explanation closely. “Which means, therefore, an apparent lack of aging – presumably fractional at this point, possibly not even noticeable to them?”
“Let’s hope so,” Silver put in. “Humans have been looking for a mythical fountain of youth for rather a long time. If they thought they’d discovered one in their back garden – well! I should imagine the trouble here would rapidly worsen.”
Sapphire nodded. “It’s not clear what the source of the problem is. There’s certainly something about the fountain itself, but it’s more than that. I think – one of the statues is far older than the others. I can feel something – something else, though. I don’t know why it’s so tangled and vague.”
Copper stepped into the fountain and waded across to examine the shallow water to the centrepiece, heedless of stockings and shoes, and then, stopped to touch each of the statues in turn. As he got to the last, Silver arrived beside him and plucked it out of its alcove before Copper could reach for it, giving him an irritating smile.
“Older than the rest?” said Silver, weighing it in his hand and raising his eyebrows at what he sensed. “I should say it is. Copper, see.”
Copper gave him a look and then took the object from him, as Silver poked around the structure, looking at the others. Silver, unlike Sapphire, was not dressed in any such finery. Copper preferred plain, practical clothes and he was the one in charge. It did at least mean less in the way of oversized cuffs either on his coat, or the frilled ruffs that might had finished his shirt, so he could continue his examination unimpeded by ridiculous human fashion. But, still, Silver thought idly while doing so, it was very dull, especially when Sapphire was here. So very typical of Copper, and Silver wished as he frequently did these days that they might be allowed separate assignments again soon.
“These,” said Silver, his voice muffled by the odd angle at which he was bending down, his face nearly up against one of the other statues, “are presumably copies of older works, very new. That one –”
“Is Bronze,” said Copper, stepping back out of the fountain, still staring down at the statue he was holding carefully in both hands.
Sapphire looked at Copper in puzzlement. “Well, we knew that. They all are.”
“- is two thousand years older than the –” Silver stopped mid-sentence and hopped out of the water to rejoin Copper. “Bronze? But it can’t be!”
Copper ran his hand gently down the front of the statue. “A likeness of her – an image of Bronze.” A faint edge of humour crept into his tone at that.
Silver took it from Copper again, turning it over, and then passing it to Sapphire. “You’re right. It is. Quite unmistakably.”
Sapphire held it now and touched its metallic hair and face with her fingers. “I don’t understand. This is very old. As Silver says –”
“Two thousand years – or more,” said Silver. “I’d need to examine it more carefully.”
“Is it something she did, or something that was done to her?”
Silver looked at Copper. “Neither, I think. In a way, only a coincidence – mostly. Sapphire, now that you have it, tell me where it came from. I think I can guess, but –”
“It’s been around for a very long time,” she said, her eyes glowing blue now as she spoke, focusing intently on the artefact. “Here, and in another great house, in a collection – in a church before that, buried for a long while –”
Silver leant towards Sapphire, though he also glanced back at Copper. “She did say she’d been a goddess once.”
“Yes,” said Copper, his disapproval evident in his tone. “I remember.”
Silver turned his head. “Hardly her fault. She was with Iron and you don’t think he’d have indulged in such a masquerade on a whim, do you?”
“Somehow,” said Copper, “I expect the rest of us would have found some way to avoid it.”
Silver gave his attention back to Sapphire, curious about her results. “Yes, but she did say, once, that they’d wanted to make images – and that there had been one man who –”
“Yes,” said Sapphire, the unnatural glow fading from her eyes. “You’re right, Silver.”
“I usually am.” But Silver was still waiting for more from Sapphire, his gaze shifting between her and the statuette she was holding.
“He saw something of her true nature and shaped this in memory,” Sapphire said, dreamily, still distant. Then abruptly, she returned to them. “It isn’t enough, though. It’s part of it, but it still isn’t the whole cause.”
“And this is merely another instance of the sheer irresponsibility of –”
“Oh, Copper, it’s much too late for a lecture,” said Silver, in irritation. He moved a step across, to Sapphire, and put his hand to her arm. “Well, what else have you and Chromium found so far?”
Sapphire passed the metal figure to him and walked away without answering, taking a turn around the fountain again.
“Yes,” said Silver, sitting on the stone edge of the fountain and examining the object more carefully. He ran his fingers over it and turned it over again. Yes, he could feel it now, the way it had been made. It was a very, very long time ago, but the artist had captured something of Bronze’s essence in it. Something in the pose, he thought, and smiled sadly to himself. It had been made with a great deal of care and then, as Sapphire had said, it had been worshipped in various ways, before it had been lost and then found again – and judging by its unexpected appearance here, mislaid again.
Copper was studying the water, dipping his hand in and out. “Hmm,” he said. “Yes, there are two sources, but the other is very unclear.”
What the other technician had said gradually filtered through to Silver’s awareness and he looked up. “Hmm. Something all around us, perhaps?”
“The location,” said Sapphire, who had come full circle back towards them. “It’s the location itself. I can’t specify the other source of the anomaly, because it’s in everything.”
Copper looked around him. “I don’t see –”
Sapphire knelt down on the ground. “It was once a sacred place, the focus of worship. Two such things, brought together – that’s what’s caused it.”
“There’s also the design,” said Copper. “The way the landscape has been manipulated into a certain shape here may have contributed.”
Sapphire looked up. “Yes. There is a decorative folly over in that direction – in the shape of a temple.”
“It’s a general principle,” said Copper, “that the design of such a place as this should reflect its context. Perhaps the person who was responsible was influenced by that same something and was a little too successful in that respect.”
“Something that was once worshipped,” Sapphire said. “Or, no, something that grew out of the worship that was given to the place.”
Silver raised an eyebrow. “Garden design, Copper? You?”
“I have always,” said Copper as repressively as he could, “had an enquiring mind when it comes to matters that might be relevant.”
“And things that impose a pleasing order on chaos,” added Silver pointedly. “How very dull you would make the world, Copper.” To Sapphire, he said: “Genius loci.”
“Yes,” said Sapphire. “The spirit of the place. It’s slept here for a very long time, but now it’s awake, gathering its strength, collecting time here, around this other source of power.”
“So,” said Copper, “we must destroy one and in doing so that will also lessen the other’s power.”
Silver looked down at the image of Bronze in his hands. “Destroy it?” he said. “Oh, yes, I suppose we must.”
“We can’t keep it, can we?” Sapphire gave a smile.
Silver fished around inside his jacket for a moment, switching the statuette from one hand to the other in the process, and then glanced down at it, as if in surprise that he still had it.
Silver. Copper gave him an unimpressed stare and held out his hand.
Silver passed the item over. “You think you can do it?”
“If Sapphire provides a distraction, then easily,” said Copper. “Sapphire?”
Sapphire gave no answer, but she moved forward, and away from them, ready to face down the other aspect of this irregularity. Her eyes changed colour again, this time to a bright azure as she made her presence a challenge to the unseen enemy.
Sapphire. Silver was instantly at her side, though he merely hovered there nervously. Is that safe?
She didn’t turn aside from her task, and Silver stepped back, giving an amused smile at the foolishness of his question. It was never safe. Then, before he walked back to Copper, he paused to watch her: meeting the nature of Time’s work here, the power that they, the humans, had inadvertently given it by ascribing such importance and value to one place, to one object – and the the two coming together here.
Silver moved across to rejoin Copper, who was now standing over a small molten pool of bronze. “Oh, well done, Copper.”
“You think that will end this?”
It was Sapphire who mouthed the words, but not Sapphire who spoke. Silver and Copper turned back towards her. She was still fighting it in her own way, and Silver noted a certain curve to the set of her mouth that suggested the spirit of the place was not, despite its use of her, having things all its own way. Even so, he thought, worriedly, and looked to Copper.
They shared the same thought in response, but Silver got there first, moving swiftly and lightly back to the fountain and, with a brief grin, creating a hole in the side of it. Then he sat on the stone rim of it and watched the water flow out onto the gravel path and seep away slowly.
Sapphire smiled, and raised her head before the ground shook, and then there was an odd, in-between moment, as if the place and they had been struck by lightning, and then it was clear day again, Sapphire standing in the centre of the path, triumphant, Copper blinking at the sudden change, and Silver sitting in the now-empty fountain basin.
“Sapphire?” said Copper. There was no need to ask anything more, hardly even to say that much, but he liked to be sure.
She smiled and nodded, and the turned to give a laugh at Silver’s undignified position. She held out a hand to him, which he took.
“Then you had better find Chromium, hadn’t you?” said Copper. “We should have done that before –”
“There wasn’t time,” said Silver.
Sapphire nodded. “Yes, of course.”
As soon as she was out of sight, Copper caught hold of Silver’s shoulder. “Silver. The copy may not be entirely safe, either.”
“I didn’t make one,” Silver said, his mouth twitching slightly as he tried not to laugh. “Really, Copper. Whatever made you think that I would?”
“I saw you, Silver. You were trying to hide it.”
Silver perched on the edge of the fountain again and directed an amused look up at Copper. “But I didn’t. I wasn’t.”
“Silver, I am not about to be fooled by this –”
“I thought,” said Silver, lightly, “that it might make your task a little easier if you believed that I had. You’re too suspicious for your own good.”
Copper stared down at him. He was a long time in replying and Silver wondered what, exactly, he was thinking. I don’t indulge in emotional attachments, Silver.
“No,” said Silver, still amused. “Of course you don’t, Copper. No one would think it of you. Certainly not I.”
“Silver.”
“Well, there are other factors involved,” said Silver. “You must admit that, and I wasn’t doing any harm in pretending to reduplicate an artefact.” And, he thought, he was the one who’d held it and Copper could have asked him to destroy it. Whether the fact that he hadn’t came down to a belief that Silver might make an error, or try something over-complicated, or whether it had been consideration of Silver’s history, or his dislike of destroying such things, he didn’t know. It all amounted to the same thing and so he returned the favour in a small way. A small way, of course, that would incidentally also annoy Copper, but that was so terribly easy to do, after all.
Copper glanced down at the melted bronze. “Yes, true,” he said. Then he raised an eyebrow at Silver. “It’s probably about time you stopped shadowing me again. I’ll see what can be done.”
They’d both be glad of that, thought Silver, though he decided not to comment in case anything he said made Copper change his mind. And then again, he thought, with a sudden pang, what if it wasn’t safe yet? Trailing around after Copper was intensely frustrating, but –
He looked up again but he found that Copper had already gone, so he shrugged and then got down on his knees and peeled the soft metal off the gravel, rolling it into a ball in his hand.
Silver.
Silver turned his head and smiled widely upwards. “Sapphire. I don’t believe I said how good it is to see you again.”
“You didn’t have to,” she said, though she smiled back at him and waited for him to stand. Once he had, she put her hand on his arm and slid it downwards, taking his hand in hers, both of them holding the lump of metal. Sapphire didn’t need to even ask the question in her mind for him to answer it.
“Oh, there’s nothing out of the ordinary left at all,” said Silver and let go of it, let her hold it and move away from him as she turned it over in her fingers. “You see?”
“Yes. Only an alloy of copper and tin. Bronze.” Then Sapphire added, with the faintest note of curiosity in her voice, “I can’t say that I knew her. I never worked with her.”
Silver laughed softly, and let Sapphire keep the small globe. “No,” he agreed. “A shame. I think she would have found you every bit as fascinating as I do.”
***
Title: Genius Loci
Author:
lost_spookRating: All ages
Word Count: 2552
Characters/Pairings: Sapphire, Silver, Copper
Warnings None.
Summary: There’s an ornamental fountain that’s slowing time down – and that’s not the only surprise hiding within it…
Prompt 70: silver & sapphire & copper - Supernatural AU & Fountain of youth. (1750s)
***
“It’s certainly unusual,” said Silver, following Sapphire across the carefully laid out grounds, towards the gravel paths and the rose bushes – and the ornamental fountain in the centre. She matched her surroundings quite perfectly, he thought, observing her with private amusement: her light blue gown with its ridiculous hoops under the skirt that didn’t inconvenience her, though they surely should have done. There were embroidered sprays of flowers on the skirt, sleeves and stomacher, and he could swear they were the same as some of the flowers growing in the neat borders around them. Knowing Sapphire, it was not impossible. “Are you sure?”
Sapphire waved a hand towards the over-elaborate stone structure. It had miniature classical-style bronze statuettes in small alcoves on each side of the central piece. “There’s too much time collecting here. It’s been passing more slowly as a result. The occupants seem to becoming drawn to this place without knowing why – and to the water.”
“And then their time is also slowed down,” said Copper, following Sapphire’s explanation closely. “Which means, therefore, an apparent lack of aging – presumably fractional at this point, possibly not even noticeable to them?”
“Let’s hope so,” Silver put in. “Humans have been looking for a mythical fountain of youth for rather a long time. If they thought they’d discovered one in their back garden – well! I should imagine the trouble here would rapidly worsen.”
Sapphire nodded. “It’s not clear what the source of the problem is. There’s certainly something about the fountain itself, but it’s more than that. I think – one of the statues is far older than the others. I can feel something – something else, though. I don’t know why it’s so tangled and vague.”
Copper stepped into the fountain and waded across to examine the shallow water to the centrepiece, heedless of stockings and shoes, and then, stopped to touch each of the statues in turn. As he got to the last, Silver arrived beside him and plucked it out of its alcove before Copper could reach for it, giving him an irritating smile.
“Older than the rest?” said Silver, weighing it in his hand and raising his eyebrows at what he sensed. “I should say it is. Copper, see.”
Copper gave him a look and then took the object from him, as Silver poked around the structure, looking at the others. Silver, unlike Sapphire, was not dressed in any such finery. Copper preferred plain, practical clothes and he was the one in charge. It did at least mean less in the way of oversized cuffs either on his coat, or the frilled ruffs that might had finished his shirt, so he could continue his examination unimpeded by ridiculous human fashion. But, still, Silver thought idly while doing so, it was very dull, especially when Sapphire was here. So very typical of Copper, and Silver wished as he frequently did these days that they might be allowed separate assignments again soon.
“These,” said Silver, his voice muffled by the odd angle at which he was bending down, his face nearly up against one of the other statues, “are presumably copies of older works, very new. That one –”
“Is Bronze,” said Copper, stepping back out of the fountain, still staring down at the statue he was holding carefully in both hands.
Sapphire looked at Copper in puzzlement. “Well, we knew that. They all are.”
“- is two thousand years older than the –” Silver stopped mid-sentence and hopped out of the water to rejoin Copper. “Bronze? But it can’t be!”
Copper ran his hand gently down the front of the statue. “A likeness of her – an image of Bronze.” A faint edge of humour crept into his tone at that.
Silver took it from Copper again, turning it over, and then passing it to Sapphire. “You’re right. It is. Quite unmistakably.”
Sapphire held it now and touched its metallic hair and face with her fingers. “I don’t understand. This is very old. As Silver says –”
“Two thousand years – or more,” said Silver. “I’d need to examine it more carefully.”
“Is it something she did, or something that was done to her?”
Silver looked at Copper. “Neither, I think. In a way, only a coincidence – mostly. Sapphire, now that you have it, tell me where it came from. I think I can guess, but –”
“It’s been around for a very long time,” she said, her eyes glowing blue now as she spoke, focusing intently on the artefact. “Here, and in another great house, in a collection – in a church before that, buried for a long while –”
Silver leant towards Sapphire, though he also glanced back at Copper. “She did say she’d been a goddess once.”
“Yes,” said Copper, his disapproval evident in his tone. “I remember.”
Silver turned his head. “Hardly her fault. She was with Iron and you don’t think he’d have indulged in such a masquerade on a whim, do you?”
“Somehow,” said Copper, “I expect the rest of us would have found some way to avoid it.”
Silver gave his attention back to Sapphire, curious about her results. “Yes, but she did say, once, that they’d wanted to make images – and that there had been one man who –”
“Yes,” said Sapphire, the unnatural glow fading from her eyes. “You’re right, Silver.”
“I usually am.” But Silver was still waiting for more from Sapphire, his gaze shifting between her and the statuette she was holding.
“He saw something of her true nature and shaped this in memory,” Sapphire said, dreamily, still distant. Then abruptly, she returned to them. “It isn’t enough, though. It’s part of it, but it still isn’t the whole cause.”
“And this is merely another instance of the sheer irresponsibility of –”
“Oh, Copper, it’s much too late for a lecture,” said Silver, in irritation. He moved a step across, to Sapphire, and put his hand to her arm. “Well, what else have you and Chromium found so far?”
Sapphire passed the metal figure to him and walked away without answering, taking a turn around the fountain again.
“Yes,” said Silver, sitting on the stone edge of the fountain and examining the object more carefully. He ran his fingers over it and turned it over again. Yes, he could feel it now, the way it had been made. It was a very, very long time ago, but the artist had captured something of Bronze’s essence in it. Something in the pose, he thought, and smiled sadly to himself. It had been made with a great deal of care and then, as Sapphire had said, it had been worshipped in various ways, before it had been lost and then found again – and judging by its unexpected appearance here, mislaid again.
Copper was studying the water, dipping his hand in and out. “Hmm,” he said. “Yes, there are two sources, but the other is very unclear.”
What the other technician had said gradually filtered through to Silver’s awareness and he looked up. “Hmm. Something all around us, perhaps?”
“The location,” said Sapphire, who had come full circle back towards them. “It’s the location itself. I can’t specify the other source of the anomaly, because it’s in everything.”
Copper looked around him. “I don’t see –”
Sapphire knelt down on the ground. “It was once a sacred place, the focus of worship. Two such things, brought together – that’s what’s caused it.”
“There’s also the design,” said Copper. “The way the landscape has been manipulated into a certain shape here may have contributed.”
Sapphire looked up. “Yes. There is a decorative folly over in that direction – in the shape of a temple.”
“It’s a general principle,” said Copper, “that the design of such a place as this should reflect its context. Perhaps the person who was responsible was influenced by that same something and was a little too successful in that respect.”
“Something that was once worshipped,” Sapphire said. “Or, no, something that grew out of the worship that was given to the place.”
Silver raised an eyebrow. “Garden design, Copper? You?”
“I have always,” said Copper as repressively as he could, “had an enquiring mind when it comes to matters that might be relevant.”
“And things that impose a pleasing order on chaos,” added Silver pointedly. “How very dull you would make the world, Copper.” To Sapphire, he said: “Genius loci.”
“Yes,” said Sapphire. “The spirit of the place. It’s slept here for a very long time, but now it’s awake, gathering its strength, collecting time here, around this other source of power.”
“So,” said Copper, “we must destroy one and in doing so that will also lessen the other’s power.”
Silver looked down at the image of Bronze in his hands. “Destroy it?” he said. “Oh, yes, I suppose we must.”
“We can’t keep it, can we?” Sapphire gave a smile.
Silver fished around inside his jacket for a moment, switching the statuette from one hand to the other in the process, and then glanced down at it, as if in surprise that he still had it.
Silver. Copper gave him an unimpressed stare and held out his hand.
Silver passed the item over. “You think you can do it?”
“If Sapphire provides a distraction, then easily,” said Copper. “Sapphire?”
Sapphire gave no answer, but she moved forward, and away from them, ready to face down the other aspect of this irregularity. Her eyes changed colour again, this time to a bright azure as she made her presence a challenge to the unseen enemy.
Sapphire. Silver was instantly at her side, though he merely hovered there nervously. Is that safe?
She didn’t turn aside from her task, and Silver stepped back, giving an amused smile at the foolishness of his question. It was never safe. Then, before he walked back to Copper, he paused to watch her: meeting the nature of Time’s work here, the power that they, the humans, had inadvertently given it by ascribing such importance and value to one place, to one object – and the the two coming together here.
Silver moved across to rejoin Copper, who was now standing over a small molten pool of bronze. “Oh, well done, Copper.”
“You think that will end this?”
It was Sapphire who mouthed the words, but not Sapphire who spoke. Silver and Copper turned back towards her. She was still fighting it in her own way, and Silver noted a certain curve to the set of her mouth that suggested the spirit of the place was not, despite its use of her, having things all its own way. Even so, he thought, worriedly, and looked to Copper.
They shared the same thought in response, but Silver got there first, moving swiftly and lightly back to the fountain and, with a brief grin, creating a hole in the side of it. Then he sat on the stone rim of it and watched the water flow out onto the gravel path and seep away slowly.
Sapphire smiled, and raised her head before the ground shook, and then there was an odd, in-between moment, as if the place and they had been struck by lightning, and then it was clear day again, Sapphire standing in the centre of the path, triumphant, Copper blinking at the sudden change, and Silver sitting in the now-empty fountain basin.
“Sapphire?” said Copper. There was no need to ask anything more, hardly even to say that much, but he liked to be sure.
She smiled and nodded, and the turned to give a laugh at Silver’s undignified position. She held out a hand to him, which he took.
“Then you had better find Chromium, hadn’t you?” said Copper. “We should have done that before –”
“There wasn’t time,” said Silver.
Sapphire nodded. “Yes, of course.”
As soon as she was out of sight, Copper caught hold of Silver’s shoulder. “Silver. The copy may not be entirely safe, either.”
“I didn’t make one,” Silver said, his mouth twitching slightly as he tried not to laugh. “Really, Copper. Whatever made you think that I would?”
“I saw you, Silver. You were trying to hide it.”
Silver perched on the edge of the fountain again and directed an amused look up at Copper. “But I didn’t. I wasn’t.”
“Silver, I am not about to be fooled by this –”
“I thought,” said Silver, lightly, “that it might make your task a little easier if you believed that I had. You’re too suspicious for your own good.”
Copper stared down at him. He was a long time in replying and Silver wondered what, exactly, he was thinking. I don’t indulge in emotional attachments, Silver.
“No,” said Silver, still amused. “Of course you don’t, Copper. No one would think it of you. Certainly not I.”
“Silver.”
“Well, there are other factors involved,” said Silver. “You must admit that, and I wasn’t doing any harm in pretending to reduplicate an artefact.” And, he thought, he was the one who’d held it and Copper could have asked him to destroy it. Whether the fact that he hadn’t came down to a belief that Silver might make an error, or try something over-complicated, or whether it had been consideration of Silver’s history, or his dislike of destroying such things, he didn’t know. It all amounted to the same thing and so he returned the favour in a small way. A small way, of course, that would incidentally also annoy Copper, but that was so terribly easy to do, after all.
Copper glanced down at the melted bronze. “Yes, true,” he said. Then he raised an eyebrow at Silver. “It’s probably about time you stopped shadowing me again. I’ll see what can be done.”
They’d both be glad of that, thought Silver, though he decided not to comment in case anything he said made Copper change his mind. And then again, he thought, with a sudden pang, what if it wasn’t safe yet? Trailing around after Copper was intensely frustrating, but –
He looked up again but he found that Copper had already gone, so he shrugged and then got down on his knees and peeled the soft metal off the gravel, rolling it into a ball in his hand.
Silver.
Silver turned his head and smiled widely upwards. “Sapphire. I don’t believe I said how good it is to see you again.”
“You didn’t have to,” she said, though she smiled back at him and waited for him to stand. Once he had, she put her hand on his arm and slid it downwards, taking his hand in hers, both of them holding the lump of metal. Sapphire didn’t need to even ask the question in her mind for him to answer it.
“Oh, there’s nothing out of the ordinary left at all,” said Silver and let go of it, let her hold it and move away from him as she turned it over in her fingers. “You see?”
“Yes. Only an alloy of copper and tin. Bronze.” Then Sapphire added, with the faintest note of curiosity in her voice, “I can’t say that I knew her. I never worked with her.”
Silver laughed softly, and let Sapphire keep the small globe. “No,” he agreed. “A shame. I think she would have found you every bit as fascinating as I do.”
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Date: 2013-05-07 09:02 am (UTC)Heh, I was just looking for someone to be the unseen operator in this and going down Wiki's list of Elements, randomly tried Chromium and s/he (haven't decided) seemed v useful, interesting and appropriate, and apparently, in more modern times, its use was largely replaced by steel. Which amused me in an earlier partner for Sapphire, naturally.
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