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[Evening of Friday, November 6 (day 159)]
[Lucien's office]


Dammit to a bleeding hell, coming out to keep a damn eye on the thing inside Lucien does no bloody good when he's not here.

Came in to find he wasn't in today, nor upstairs, and I had no chance to ask Lokan and Shirlee if they'd seen him--their odd hours aside, they've been away more than I'd take for usual of late. Had some mild impression of Thursdays usually being time he spent with Miao; may be that she'll be able to fix the mood he's been in of late. Stepped out quick to pass word of his not being there along to Mab, along with the suggestion to see if he was at the 'Boy.

Very slow day, all things told. More'n a few folk came by, but finding Lucien wasn't there most of them only seemed moved to make appointment for Monday. For sheer boredom, ended up settling behind his desk in the afternoon with that book Dorian made such a fuss about. Slow tangled read, with half of what it's on about I'm sure I'm not catching, and the time slips away fair quick. Sky's darkening outside the windows and night's coming on by the time my interest in it starts quickening, and I ought head home, but I think I'll finish this part of it first.

[Open to Neko]
[Closed]
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Evening of Friday, November 6 (day 159)]
[Lucien's office]


Dammit to a bleeding hell, coming out to keep a damn eye on the thing inside Lucien does no bloody good when he's not here.

Came in to find he wasn't in today, nor upstairs, and I had no chance to ask Lokan and Shirlee if they'd seen him--their odd hours aside, they've been away more than I'd take for usual of late. Had some mild impression of Thursdays usually being time he spent with Miao; may be that she'll be able to fix the mood he's been in of late. Stepped out quick to pass word of his not being there along to Mab, along with the suggestion to see if he was at the 'Boy.

Very slow day, all things told. More'n a few folk came by, but finding Lucien wasn't there most of them only seemed moved to make appointment for Monday. For sheer boredom, ended up settling behind his desk in the afternoon with that book Dorian made such a fuss about. Slow tangled read, with half of what it's on about I'm sure I'm not catching, and the time slips away fair quick. Sky's darkening outside the windows and night's coming on by the time my interest in it starts quickening, and I ought head home, but I think I'll finish this part of it first.

[Open to Neko]
[Closed]
[identity profile] a-cheval.livejournal.com
Friday, late morning, the Library attic

He's been awake for hours. Been watching him and not watching him at once, just lying still, just lying real still like I'm asleep. Should be halfway to Oakridge by now. The light's all grey slanting in past him, but that don't matter. Still good for riding. Still good for riding, but I ain't. Wonder if Samuel's fretting or pissed. Probably both.

He's got the big map I gave him rolled out on the table and he's making notes. If he knows I'm awake he ain't showing it, but he looks real serious, and he keeps frowning down at the papers and the map like he's thinking real hard. Maybe they're all talking in his head. I could ask him, but I don't. Just lie here curled up and watching him.

When he smooths the paper flat the noise of it's like flames shooting up.

"I think your friend killed Ares," I say. Might be an hour later. My voice sounds all rough, and my head's pounding, from all that crying I guess. "Or else he killed her, or they they killed each other."

[closed]
[identity profile] a-cheval.livejournal.com
Friday, late morning, the Library attic

He's been awake for hours. Been watching him and not watching him at once, just lying still, just lying real still like I'm asleep. Should be halfway to Oakridge by now. The light's all grey slanting in past him, but that don't matter. Still good for riding. Still good for riding, but I ain't. Wonder if Samuel's fretting or pissed. Probably both.

He's got the big map I gave him rolled out on the table and he's making notes. If he knows I'm awake he ain't showing it, but he looks real serious, and he keeps frowning down at the papers and the map like he's thinking real hard. Maybe they're all talking in his head. I could ask him, but I don't. Just lie here curled up and watching him.

When he smooths the paper flat the noise of it's like flames shooting up.

"I think your friend killed Ares," I say. Might be an hour later. My voice sounds all rough, and my head's pounding, from all that crying I guess. "Or else he killed her, or they they killed each other."

[closed]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Thursday Night,  October 15, Day 137

It was my turn for cooking dinner. Not until it was cooling on the table did I realize Luke was late. Perhaps he went to the courtesan for another language lesson and forgot to tell me. I sit with a book, but find myself staring it, not able to recall the last five pages. It thumps with a startling sound as I set it aside, glancing at the clock to see it is only an hour past his usual arrival. Perhaps there was a delay in one of the towns. Perhaps Samuel needed him in the office. Perhaps Freya threw a shoe. I hope not, Luke would be so upset.

The room is dark when I run out of perhaps. Walking to the stables I find Freya there, but no Luke. Samuel is waiting in the office, none of the looks Luke notices nor greeting this time. I open my mouth, but no words come out. Biting my lip, I try again, but Samuel hands me a slip of paper before I say anything. Just an address written in a strong hand. My brow furrows and the kindest look I have yet seen on Samuel passes his face as he turns me gently to the door.

The stars are the only light as I leave, but my eyes in this form are keen enough that I can run without trouble. My destination is an apartment, close enough that my breathing is hard from worry instead of exertion. Raising my hand to knock, I pause and try the handle first.

I hear his heartbeat first. Relief rushes through me, quicker than my footsteps as I walk into the second room. The room is full of objects and a familiar smell, but all I see is Luke. He raises his face to me at my gasp and I drop with a leaden weight to wrap my arms around him. For more than a few minutes it is all I can do to breath while his hands grip themselves into my shirt as if they shall never let go. Then I have scooped him into my arms, his head pushed into my neck as I bring us both home.

He does not let go of me, even in sleep. I did not take our clothing off, just lay us down as we were and stroked his head. My only words old lullabies that Monster would sing to the babes so many centuries ago. It is not until he sleeps that he relaxes. I am falling asleep myself and almost miss the faint sound of paper hitting floorboards, as quiet as the turning of the world.

[Closed.]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Thursday Night,  October 15, Day 137

It was my turn for cooking dinner. Not until it was cooling on the table did I realize Luke was late. Perhaps he went to the courtesan for another language lesson and forgot to tell me. I sit with a book, but find myself staring it, not able to recall the last five pages. It thumps with a startling sound as I set it aside, glancing at the clock to see it is only an hour past his usual arrival. Perhaps there was a delay in one of the towns. Perhaps Samuel needed him in the office. Perhaps Freya threw a shoe. I hope not, Luke would be so upset.

The room is dark when I run out of perhaps. Walking to the stables I find Freya there, but no Luke. Samuel is waiting in the office, none of the looks Luke notices nor greeting this time. I open my mouth, but no words come out. Biting my lip, I try again, but Samuel hands me a slip of paper before I say anything. Just an address written in a strong hand. My brow furrows and the kindest look I have yet seen on Samuel passes his face as he turns me gently to the door.

The stars are the only light as I leave, but my eyes in this form are keen enough that I can run without trouble. My destination is an apartment, close enough that my breathing is hard from worry instead of exertion. Raising my hand to knock, I pause and try the handle first.

I hear his heartbeat first. Relief rushes through me, quicker than my footsteps as I walk into the second room. The room is full of objects and a familiar smell, but all I see is Luke. He raises his face to me at my gasp and I drop with a leaden weight to wrap my arms around him. For more than a few minutes it is all I can do to breath while his hands grip themselves into my shirt as if they shall never let go. Then I have scooped him into my arms, his head pushed into my neck as I bring us both home.

He does not let go of me, even in sleep. I did not take our clothing off, just lay us down as we were and stroked his head. My only words old lullabies that Monster would sing to the babes so many centuries ago. It is not until he sleeps that he relaxes. I am falling asleep myself and almost miss the faint sound of paper hitting floorboards, as quiet as the turning of the world.

[Closed.]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Voronin Manor, Wednesday, October 14th, Dusk

The sun was in the sky when the ember went out. It should have been a flare. A blazing inferno. Loud and changing the world. I am left with echoing ash in the corner of my mind.

Boku recovered from the choked bite of the late breakfast. I wrapped myself tight in ash and let him have his day with the boy of horse and leather. Let them have their joy in flesh and life and each other until they were wrapped like kittens in sleep. It is much easier to slip out of his arms when a tenth the size. Cat shifts to yamaneko and the journey is swift. The youngest does not comprehend the waves of feeling, but pays his respects to a den mother in speed.

The last of the onlookers have left with the setting sun. There is barely rubble left, just ash cooling. All the embers are gone. My knees hurt where they press against sharp cinders. The black and white all covered in grey. The only thing hot is the water etching tracks in my face.

No more garden dances, winter has come.

[Open to Luke] [Closed]

[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Voronin Manor, Wednesday, October 14th, Dusk

The sun was in the sky when the ember went out. It should have been a flare. A blazing inferno. Loud and changing the world. I am left with echoing ash in the corner of my mind.

Boku recovered from the choked bite of the late breakfast. I wrapped myself tight in ash and let him have his day with the boy of horse and leather. Let them have their joy in flesh and life and each other until they were wrapped like kittens in sleep. It is much easier to slip out of his arms when a tenth the size. Cat shifts to yamaneko and the journey is swift. The youngest does not comprehend the waves of feeling, but pays his respects to a den mother in speed.

The last of the onlookers have left with the setting sun. There is barely rubble left, just ash cooling. All the embers are gone. My knees hurt where they press against sharp cinders. The black and white all covered in grey. The only thing hot is the water etching tracks in my face.

No more garden dances, winter has come.

[Open to Luke] [Closed]

[identity profile] anushka-excolo.livejournal.com
Monday October 12th, dusk, the Voronin Manor.

By now they have found the body and the sheriff is seeing that Glass is told. By now the whore who wants to be mayor is beginning to miss her dreams. I see them, even if she does not. By now Gaueko will be settled at the Whitechapel. The house is silent. I sit on the great swoop of the staircase and listen to the thoughts of the town. It does not block out my own so well as I would like.

Does Iblis think his un-flesh bestows the same power that humans have forged gods with? It does not. It is something altered, whether he and Gaueko see it or not. It is a smooth marble statue carved with a bright chisel, where humans weather their gods to shape over centuries, each whisper of their name, each prayer or moment of fright a drop of water, and the stone grows into wild and terrible shapes, wonderful shapes, beautiful strong shapes.

But the end times smashed all those stones to rubble and they can never be rebuilt, never mind the darting dogs in the night time woods, never mind the crunch of bones. Perhaps some part of me still hoped for Gaueko when he came back that night, dragged his broken self across the marble hall and lay there knitting himself back towards wholeness slowly. I helped him into my bed, though I do not sleep in it now. There was something right about the way he healed himself, the way his great body grew to know its own hurt and accepted it.

Perhaps a part of me thought, however briefly, that there was a sliver of hope for the gods, if they could take their own fall with such acceptance, such dignity in their lack of dignity, if they did not shy from the long process of power seeping back into them.

Then Iblis, and his quick fix. I could have wept, but it was not in me. I was right to despair of the gods. And the night was ringing like a bell with Wanda's white shape darting through the woods, laughing and kneeling and screaming, and with Iblis with his heart and his tears and his girlish sighs, and the war god spilling his own blood to ease the ache of sadness in him. I sat in the house and I wished I could not see. I am tired with this town. What a fool I have been.

[closed]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Day 133, Sunday, October 11th
Post Office


There is a rhythm under most things when you look for it. It was not hard to find a rhythm for my time with Luke, we did not even look for it. More a pattern that fit so well we started moving within the steps of it before we even tried. We meet for lunch most days that he works within the office. The days he is out upon a run, the cat spends time sleeping upon Cimarron or playing with Pollux. The pup seems lonely these days and yamaneko thinks he is old enough to take hunting soon. In the meantime, we practice with hide and seek. He has learned to fall down in mock surprise... if cat was not so amused, she would think she was being mocked. Most evenings we do spend time together. Our project has slowed down, but Lydia does not seem upset. Somehow I am simply not able to focus as well anymore.

Koneko has spent time baking in our small kitchen and has sent a gift for me to bring to Samuel and Luke. Luke seems to still be at the paddock that he mentioned before he left this morning, so I prepare to wait for him once I arrive near the rear entrance with a friendly nod to Samuel in the stableyard. He nods back in greeting and then tilts his head as if considering something. A nod as if to himself and he speaks, "Luke may be awhile. I'm about to go in if you wanna have a beer with me to wait for him." My mouth drops open only a little before it turns into a smile, "Arigato, thank you Samuel-san. That would be quite pleasant. My sister wanted me to bring these by as well." Handing him the cloth wrapped bundle, he unwraps it as we walk into back room and sit. "Little cakes? I think she brought these before... crumpets, ain't they?"

I had not really paid attention while she was baking, and I nod as I struggle to prevent my blush. Her amusement is almost palpable. "So, Luke-kun says you trained Cimarron? What was he like as a colt?" He does not seem to notice my diversion as we seat ourselves and pours a pint for each of us as he discusses the ranch and horse training. Soon we are in a lively discussion on the merits of different training methods and on our third beer each.

[Open to Luke]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Day 133, Sunday, October 11th
Post Office


There is a rhythm under most things when you look for it. It was not hard to find a rhythm for my time with Luke, we did not even look for it. More a pattern that fit so well we started moving within the steps of it before we even tried. We meet for lunch most days that he works within the office. The days he is out upon a run, the cat spends time sleeping upon Cimarron or playing with Pollux. The pup seems lonely these days and yamaneko thinks he is old enough to take hunting soon. In the meantime, we practice with hide and seek. He has learned to fall down in mock surprise... if cat was not so amused, she would think she was being mocked. Most evenings we do spend time together. Our project has slowed down, but Lydia does not seem upset. Somehow I am simply not able to focus as well anymore.

Koneko has spent time baking in our small kitchen and has sent a gift for me to bring to Samuel and Luke. Luke seems to still be at the paddock that he mentioned before he left this morning, so I prepare to wait for him once I arrive near the rear entrance with a friendly nod to Samuel in the stableyard. He nods back in greeting and then tilts his head as if considering something. A nod as if to himself and he speaks, "Luke may be awhile. I'm about to go in if you wanna have a beer with me to wait for him." My mouth drops open only a little before it turns into a smile, "Arigato, thank you Samuel-san. That would be quite pleasant. My sister wanted me to bring these by as well." Handing him the cloth wrapped bundle, he unwraps it as we walk into back room and sit. "Little cakes? I think she brought these before... crumpets, ain't they?"

I had not really paid attention while she was baking, and I nod as I struggle to prevent my blush. Her amusement is almost palpable. "So, Luke-kun says you trained Cimarron? What was he like as a colt?" He does not seem to notice my diversion as we seat ourselves and pours a pint for each of us as he discusses the ranch and horse training. Soon we are in a lively discussion on the merits of different training methods and on our third beer each.

[Open to Luke]
[identity profile] a-cheval.livejournal.com
[Continued from here.]

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Luke went over to Boku's attic at the library for a dinner at which very little food was actually consumed, but there was a lot of rather sweet sex, earnestness, smiling at each other in that first flush of romance way, and Luke discovered why the Japanese eat kneeling on the floor.

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cut for sexings )

[closed]
[identity profile] a-cheval.livejournal.com
[Continued from here.]

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Luke went over to Boku's attic at the library for a dinner at which very little food was actually consumed, but there was a lot of rather sweet sex, earnestness, smiling at each other in that first flush of romance way, and Luke discovered why the Japanese eat kneeling on the floor.

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cut for sexings )

[closed]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Day 117, Friday, September 25th
Library Attic, Evening

The feeling in my stomach has not left since I last saw Luke-kun. Anticipation and clenching anxiety and excitement. The time crawled by, but suddenly it is the day. Despite our wishing for it to be soon, the days have been filled with work instead, but receiving Luke’s note that he should arrive after work made my heart leap. The library has been more busy of late as well, books and papers with notes taken. I hope there shall be another meeting to try and shape the data to a purpose soon.

The other day, I awoke to another door beside the small bathroom. A very cramped kitchenette with just enough room for an electric stove, non-electric icebox and a set of shelves. Unpacking dishes and a small pot and pans quickly filled them and I left the shopping of food for when I knew he would arrive. Thankfully Tulzcha had somehow kept a store of ice despite the recent erratic nature of the electricity supply.

Every sound from below makes me jump and I light incense and struggle to meditate to find peace. The room is lit with hung paper lanterns, lit with small candles. A larger lamp sits beside the low dining table meant for kneeling beside, now cleared of the books and trinkets and ready for a meal. Now there is cooked mushroom rice, sweet potatoes caramelized and a protein rich miso ready. The dessert in the ice box just waiting. A meal flavorful but light enough not to cause sleepiness. I do not presume that anything must happen tonight, but I hope. I very much hope.

[Open to Luke, Warning: Adult Content Sex]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Day 117, Friday, September 25th
Library Attic, Evening

The feeling in my stomach has not left since I last saw Luke-kun. Anticipation and clenching anxiety and excitement. The time crawled by, but suddenly it is the day. Despite our wishing for it to be soon, the days have been filled with work instead, but receiving Luke’s note that he should arrive after work made my heart leap. The library has been more busy of late as well, books and papers with notes taken. I hope there shall be another meeting to try and shape the data to a purpose soon.

The other day, I awoke to another door beside the small bathroom. A very cramped kitchenette with just enough room for an electric stove, non-electric icebox and a set of shelves. Unpacking dishes and a small pot and pans quickly filled them and I left the shopping of food for when I knew he would arrive. Thankfully Tulzcha had somehow kept a store of ice despite the recent erratic nature of the electricity supply.

Every sound from below makes me jump and I light incense and struggle to meditate to find peace. The room is lit with hung paper lanterns, lit with small candles. A larger lamp sits beside the low dining table meant for kneeling beside, now cleared of the books and trinkets and ready for a meal. Now there is cooked mushroom rice, sweet potatoes caramelized and a protein rich miso ready. The dessert in the ice box just waiting. A meal flavorful but light enough not to cause sleepiness. I do not presume that anything must happen tonight, but I hope. I very much hope.

[Open to Luke, Warning: Adult Content Sex]
[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Day 115, Wednesday, September 23rd.
Carnival, early evening


I have been avoiding returning here. Perhaps it is to prevent anyone who may have noticed the man following this form later turning up dead. Or perhaps I do not like to think of when I was so overwrought at being trapped that I acted on so little data. Either way, once the fear was identified there was nothing left but to face it.

The crowds are more sparse than they were before. With the Carnival here so long, the townsfolk must no longer find it a novelty. Not to mention the expense when winter swiftly approaches. Despite my warm layered kimonos, I still feel the chill in the air. I follow the voice of a barker and play a few targeting games, finally winning a small toy horse. I think I shall put that upon my shelf.

It is when I sit in the tent by the concessions, debating whether to try the food that I realize the problem. I am lonely. I have not seen Fiona-chan is such a long time, when cat checks upon her at night she cries out in her sleep about ponies, but her voice is full of fear. Edmund-san has been so absent from the store that we have not visited since Ojiisan met the pup. Perhaps he will have more time now that the election is over? Somehow, I think not. Koneko nudges me, and while I suppose I could attend the school as I am sure Kaeli-san would be delighted, it would only take time away from the project. Feeling very self-indulgent, I let out a little sigh while I look at my horse upon the table.

[Open to Will] Closed.

[identity profile] bakeneko-excolo.livejournal.com
Day 115, Wednesday, September 23rd.
Carnival, early evening


I have been avoiding returning here. Perhaps it is to prevent anyone who may have noticed the man following this form later turning up dead. Or perhaps I do not like to think of when I was so overwrought at being trapped that I acted on so little data. Either way, once the fear was identified there was nothing left but to face it.

The crowds are more sparse than they were before. With the Carnival here so long, the townsfolk must no longer find it a novelty. Not to mention the expense when winter swiftly approaches. Despite my warm layered kimonos, I still feel the chill in the air. I follow the voice of a barker and play a few targeting games, finally winning a small toy horse. I think I shall put that upon my shelf.

It is when I sit in the tent by the concessions, debating whether to try the food that I realize the problem. I am lonely. I have not seen Fiona-chan is such a long time, when cat checks upon her at night she cries out in her sleep about ponies, but her voice is full of fear. Edmund-san has been so absent from the store that we have not visited since Ojiisan met the pup. Perhaps he will have more time now that the election is over? Somehow, I think not. Koneko nudges me, and while I suppose I could attend the school as I am sure Kaeli-san would be delighted, it would only take time away from the project. Feeling very self-indulgent, I let out a little sigh while I look at my horse upon the table.

[Open to Will] Closed.

[identity profile] a-cheval.livejournal.com
Evening, the library

Fair to say my estimation of Miss O'Hara from the stores ain't been higher. She done something good getting folk together to find out stuff about gods, even if it's just a start. Did wonder if Boku'd say more, but it seems like he's thinking on it and I reckon I got a lot in my head as needs thinking on too. Lately I ain't been able to concentrate too well. Ain't been able to think on stuff, cause I'm too busy not thinking of other stuff. Reckon I could do with stopping that, now, but I don't know how no more.

And I got the run tomorrow, and I'll be glad to chat with Miss Glass 'bout the charm Boku got me when I seen it work for myself, I reckon. Ain't exactly looking forward to the run, not like usual. And Samuel's been asking me weird questions. Do they got post in the orient, do they got horses? Course they got bloody horses, they got horses everywhere. Then, do they got the Bible? Bloody hell, Samuel. He kept going on about worshipping snakes, and I had to tell him it weren't that Orient Boku's from, only he scowled soon as I said his name and went off in a huff to the back room.

Still shaking my head over that when I meet up with Boku at the back of the stacks and we head up to his attic. I'm sorta blushing a bit when we get up there cause I ain't been here since- well, since I started seeing him properly, and I still got them books from Miss Hermia and I realise I'm holding 'em pretty tight, and that makes me grin at him. "What d'you reckon 'bout that stuff 'bout magic, then?" I ask him, cause I ain't too sure 'bout that stuff at all.

[Open to Boku]
[identity profile] a-cheval.livejournal.com
Evening, the library

Fair to say my estimation of Miss O'Hara from the stores ain't been higher. She done something good getting folk together to find out stuff about gods, even if it's just a start. Did wonder if Boku'd say more, but it seems like he's thinking on it and I reckon I got a lot in my head as needs thinking on too. Lately I ain't been able to concentrate too well. Ain't been able to think on stuff, cause I'm too busy not thinking of other stuff. Reckon I could do with stopping that, now, but I don't know how no more.

And I got the run tomorrow, and I'll be glad to chat with Miss Glass 'bout the charm Boku got me when I seen it work for myself, I reckon. Ain't exactly looking forward to the run, not like usual. And Samuel's been asking me weird questions. Do they got post in the orient, do they got horses? Course they got bloody horses, they got horses everywhere. Then, do they got the Bible? Bloody hell, Samuel. He kept going on about worshipping snakes, and I had to tell him it weren't that Orient Boku's from, only he scowled soon as I said his name and went off in a huff to the back room.

Still shaking my head over that when I meet up with Boku at the back of the stacks and we head up to his attic. I'm sorta blushing a bit when we get up there cause I ain't been here since- well, since I started seeing him properly, and I still got them books from Miss Hermia and I realise I'm holding 'em pretty tight, and that makes me grin at him. "What d'you reckon 'bout that stuff 'bout magic, then?" I ask him, cause I ain't too sure 'bout that stuff at all.

[Open to Boku]

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