Immortal Whispers
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G through L › League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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4,892
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2
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I do not own The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
PART 3
Dorian Gray must have been truly bored. He was at the public library reading the newspaper. He could have done this at home, but there was no one to stare adoringly at him in his home. He scrutinized an article about the recent alien invasion, and how the creatures had all been defeated when they contracted the common cold, becoming deathly ill. He snorted in amusement. It would take far more than a cold to do him in. Dorian had been invincible for over two hundred years now, and he was always so tickled by the fragility of the lives of those around him.
He finished reading the article and tossed the paper aside. He rose to leave when he spotted a red hat bobbing up and down as its owner disappeared between two rows of books. He jumped to his feet and followed her. He spotted her scarf fluttering behind her before she disappeared around another shelf.
He took off in a run, following the end of her scarf. Finally, she stopped in front of a shelf to peruse a book. Dorian slowed to a confident swagger, smiling in self-satisfaction. He had been dreaming of her since the day he’d laid eyes on her, and the powers that be, perhaps the same powers that had granted him eternal life, had granted him a second chance to speak to her.
“Excuse me, miss.”
“Madam.”
He quirked a curious brow at her. “I beg your pardon?”
“Madam. I’m not a miss; I’m a madam.”
“You’re a madam, are you?” he asked suggestively. He left the inquiry up in the air, waiting for her to realize what she’d said.
It finally dawned on her and she frowned at him. “Not that sort of madam, sir. I am someone’s former missus.”
“Ah. How wonderful. Particularly the former part.” He bowed before her. “Dorian Gray, at your service. And you are, madam?”
“Wilhelmina Murray-Harker. And I assure you sir, I am in no need of your ‘services’.”
Dorian laughed out loud. A rather portly, stoic gentleman shushed him. Dorian pulled a face when the man left. Mina chuckled despite herself.
“So, Mr. Gray. What is it you wish of me?”
‘Oh, if only you knew,’ he thought. “Nothing more than your delightful company and the pleasure of being in the presence of one so beautiful.”
She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Gray, does blatant flattery actually work in courting the fairer sex?”
“Most of the time, yes. Am I to believe that my considerable charm has failed me?”
She smiled. “No. I will accompany you to tea if you so desire. I am intrigued by your talents as a diver. Clearly you must be gifted to be able to hold your breath for so long.”
“Splendid! Then let us be off.”
He finished reading the article and tossed the paper aside. He rose to leave when he spotted a red hat bobbing up and down as its owner disappeared between two rows of books. He jumped to his feet and followed her. He spotted her scarf fluttering behind her before she disappeared around another shelf.
He took off in a run, following the end of her scarf. Finally, she stopped in front of a shelf to peruse a book. Dorian slowed to a confident swagger, smiling in self-satisfaction. He had been dreaming of her since the day he’d laid eyes on her, and the powers that be, perhaps the same powers that had granted him eternal life, had granted him a second chance to speak to her.
“Excuse me, miss.”
“Madam.”
He quirked a curious brow at her. “I beg your pardon?”
“Madam. I’m not a miss; I’m a madam.”
“You’re a madam, are you?” he asked suggestively. He left the inquiry up in the air, waiting for her to realize what she’d said.
It finally dawned on her and she frowned at him. “Not that sort of madam, sir. I am someone’s former missus.”
“Ah. How wonderful. Particularly the former part.” He bowed before her. “Dorian Gray, at your service. And you are, madam?”
“Wilhelmina Murray-Harker. And I assure you sir, I am in no need of your ‘services’.”
Dorian laughed out loud. A rather portly, stoic gentleman shushed him. Dorian pulled a face when the man left. Mina chuckled despite herself.
“So, Mr. Gray. What is it you wish of me?”
‘Oh, if only you knew,’ he thought. “Nothing more than your delightful company and the pleasure of being in the presence of one so beautiful.”
She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Gray, does blatant flattery actually work in courting the fairer sex?”
“Most of the time, yes. Am I to believe that my considerable charm has failed me?”
She smiled. “No. I will accompany you to tea if you so desire. I am intrigued by your talents as a diver. Clearly you must be gifted to be able to hold your breath for so long.”
“Splendid! Then let us be off.”