[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
[Continued from here.]

Dorian and Kate have had one of their regular trips to the market, where they chat and annoy one another in a friendly manner. Dorian lets slip that he's in love with Kate, and Kate admits that maybe she has feelings for him too. Now he's asking her whether or not it would be alright to kiss her goodbye...

"I'm sure you kiss a lot of your friends without it being a date," I say automatically, because teasing him's the easy thing to do, but then I bite my lip and think about it properly. "I think... a goodbye kiss can be allowed. You can't call it a date until I let you pay for coffee," and I smile at him, though my face is pink.

[closed]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Outside the General Store, ready to go to market

I feel terribly lazy, sitting on the porch of the store as customers go in and out. But Amanda and Sarah are both working today, and Amanda's been with me long enough that she can manage the store entirely on her own if need be, even on the busiest days. Saturday is always a rush, with the market - if people are out to do their shopping, they may as well drop in on my store and pick up a ball of twine or a book of needles.

It's a beautiful day, and the market's bustling, and scenes like this always make me smile. Today, though, I'm feeling a little - raw, I suppose, because it was a year ago that Tess finally packed up her things and left. She's not even in town any more. Sometimes I lie awake at night and try to figure out exactly when things went wrong. There was no one problem, but I do think a lot of it went back to that terrible spell that turned the world upside down, made her break my heart and leave me for a man. It hurt us both, that spell, in different ways. Tess felt violated, and I could just... never get over thinking how it might really happen. It wasn't fair of me, but I didn't know how to let it go. And Tess was so angry so often after that. So we drifted apart until there was nothing left to say, and then she was gone.

Most days I'm alright with it, now. But today I feel sad. At least I'll soon have company to cheer me up. I'm sure Dorian will annoy me out of my mood; he's good at that. He was so very kind to me when Tess left, though he hates it when I say that. He always has to brush it off with some joke. But he is... very dear to me now. A very dear friend, yes.

[Open to Dorian]
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Wednesday, September 24th (day 486)]
[Out around the side of Sentinel House, in the darkness well before dawn]


Third time's the charm, it seems.

A wake for Lucien Constantine, and all else being equal I'd've gone, but the Tavern is far and away past all else been equal. Tell it true, 'd've dug in heels over going there even if it was to mind him, though like to think it'd only've been hesitation, in the end. The dead don't choose what's done to them nor where they're dragged.

But going there only to pass words with others on matter of him, now that his being dead finally took? No. Sit back and pull my coat collar up against the filming rain, and a light a cigarette. She's inside sleeping, and the door's open a little behind me, and call that good enough.

Never did get to that salon meeting he spoke of.

A year and a season since I met him. I've known others longer and better, I suppose; trusted others longer, and trusted a few more, though least one case that trust was poorly given. Oh, dyn gwag... Heart enough in you, at the end, and glad I was to know you.

It's been some long time since I mourned a friend. Can't say I particular care for needing to do it.

[Open]
[Closed]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Wednesday, September 17th (day 479)]
[The Sacred Whore, morning]


It takes too long to realize I'm not dreaming and I'm upright in the bed, sweaty sheet clinging to my legs and breath coming in ragged gasps, before the forest finally fades away. It's daytime now, I can see the light coming from under the door to the shop, I can feel the change in the air from when I fell asleep, and I'm home.

It was just a dream. I was just--

The floor shakes. I'm opening the back door, for the air and the light and some feeling other than being trapped in a tiny box filled with useless things and shadows on the wall, when the bricks start crumbling. The basement wall is crumbling. I can't see it, no, but I feel it just fine. I feel it coming...

No. No. I'm dreaming. Or I was. Or--

It's dark outside. The clock on the wall has it just after twelve and it's dark outside, and not a star in the sky. I slam the door closed, against the night and the trees that weren't there yesterday. The lock clicks into place and I'm not alone.

On the stairs. The first step and I can feel the wood under my own hands for a moment, before I grab hold of the door frame and shake my head and -- please, I'm dreaming -- push it away. There's nothing in the basement, I tell myself. (The second step.) Nothing, nothing at all, just bolts of cloth and boxes of things I should have gotten rid of ages ago and-- And--

The third step. The fourth step. The floor is shaking again, the floor or me and I can't really tell. It's behind the wall, I put it there myself, rolled tight in a thin metal tube, behind the wall and bricked up and forgotten like Fortunato's bones. A whiff of brick dust in the air and I'm dizzy.

The fifth step. The sixth. I run back to the door (the seventh and the eighth, closer now) but it's locked. I locked it. My fingers slip against the metal and the bolt doesn't budge. Splinters in my hands, streaks of blood against the wood. Crawling, slithering on the landing and it leaves a trail too, I know, but it's black in the dark and the paint on the wall blisters, cracks.

I turn to the door to the shop -- I can't -- and it's too late. Sink to the floor, eyes closed as the door opens and the silence pours in. But I won't, no, I won't look, silence and darkness and then hot breath on my neck as the shadow falls over me, I won't, please don't make me, I can't, you're not me!

Time passes. The door opens and closes again. I don't hear it. I'm alone and I don't hear anything at all.

[Closed]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Friday, August 22nd (Day 453)]
[Late Afternoon, The General Store]

I've mulled this over as long as possible. There was talking, there was compromising, there was some happy note there at the end: and still, still, I have no idea where we stand. It shouldn't bother me -- it doesn't bother me, i won't let it -- but it does. She slept just fine, I made sure of that, with nothing else to worry after. It's not as though I can't cook, I've learned to tend to the baby, and there's room enough for all three of us here, more than enough if she'd think to step foot in the damn house I bought--

To be fair, I'm probably wrong. And to be fair, I doubt if it even matters. But, to be fair, I am drunk.

So I run a comb through my hair, find a mint hiding in the nightstand drawer, and head over to the General Store.

[Open to Kate]


[Closed]

[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
['Round lunchtime of Wednesday, August 20 (day 451)]
[The Sacred Whore]


Had some mind for what was coming by the smell.

As we're on speaking terms again, and that's actually speaking rather'n yelling through a closet door--think Winnie's starting to wonder--fine, yes, came over for dinner. The day's not making up a mind for rain nor shine, and I take sidestreets rather than Silk. Easier to slip on cobbles, I find, and anyways there're still those who've not yet taken it into their heads to leave off bloody cooing. And she's not even close to sleeping even half the night through yet. My temper's rather short.

Come 'round and open the door, and the air tastes of measured salt and meat and some sweet cooked fruit and thyme and... cinnamon, I think. Cinnamon or else newspice, and you don't get newspice in Excolo, 's only the way of things.

[Open to Dorian]
[Closed]
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
Saturday, July 31st
Late-afternoon, The Miskatonic


Screw cooking it's too damn hot. Most of the customer's wanted iced tea's today, and kept to scones and salads and sandwhiches. Can't say I blamed them, good idea to have someone else do the cooking, actually.

Rose sits propped up in a little booster type chair Tulz found, and is delighting in little, round, crunchy grain bits and tiny pieces of pears. Not to mention the attention being a pretty little girl in a peach dress brings.

I am not quite sure where Tulz found it, but I am in heaven over the plate of chicken pineapple skewers she brought out. Coming out to dinner was the best idea I've had all week!

Rose giggles as she picks up another grain "O" and stuffs it in her mouth. "Good stuff, huh little Miss?" A happy shriek follows, and I can't help but laugh too.

(open)
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Early afternoon of 24th June, Kate and Tess's apartment

I feel so wretched. On Monday night I started feeling tired and achey, and so I went to bed early. I didn't mind it, because the evenings seem strangely quiet at the moment - on Friday Tess went to see her family, and she's not back yet. She promised to be back within the week, and Johnny has promised me that if she's not back he would go to fetch her, to make sure her family aren't causing trouble. I know she wants to patch things up with them, even though she's furious with them because of their wish. I can't help worrying about her. I also feel guilty, because in some ways it's been a relief to have time to myself; things still aren't quite right since the wishes were granted. I still have these sharp moments of remembering how it felt to see her married to someone else. And Tess isn't over the - violation of having been married off to a man that in the real world she barely knows.

Anyway, I went to bed early on Monday, assuming I would feel perfectly well in the morning. I hardly ever get ill. But instead I had a terrible headache, and the start of a fever. I tried to work, but I soon abandoned the store to Amanda, feeling rather foolish but very glad to find my bed. I gave her strict instructions not to let Glass come and see me, because I know she would want to and I also know that I don't want to risk making Glass ill in her condition. Since then I've had a miserable couple of days. Yesterday was awful. At last my fever seems to have broken, thanks to some medicine Jenna ran over from the apothecary, but I'm so worn out, and it seems to have made my mood quite low so that I wish Tess were here.

I'm sick of my bedroom, so I take a blanket onto the couch and sit there in a fresh nightgown - it's not quite getting dressed, but at least I'm not wearing the same thing I've worn for two days! - and sip tea. And now I'm almost well enough to be bored, but I can't concentrate to read. Maybe I should try knitting...

[Open to Dorian]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Early afternoon of 24th June, Kate and Tess's apartment

I feel so wretched. On Monday night I started feeling tired and achey, and so I went to bed early. I didn't mind it, because the evenings seem strangely quiet at the moment - on Friday Tess went to see her family, and she's not back yet. She promised to be back within the week, and Johnny has promised me that if she's not back he would go to fetch her, to make sure her family aren't causing trouble. I know she wants to patch things up with them, even though she's furious with them because of their wish. I can't help worrying about her. I also feel guilty, because in some ways it's been a relief to have time to myself; things still aren't quite right since the wishes were granted. I still have these sharp moments of remembering how it felt to see her married to someone else. And Tess isn't over the - violation of having been married off to a man that in the real world she barely knows.

Anyway, I went to bed early on Monday, assuming I would feel perfectly well in the morning. I hardly ever get ill. But instead I had a terrible headache, and the start of a fever. I tried to work, but I soon abandoned the store to Amanda, feeling rather foolish but very glad to find my bed. I gave her strict instructions not to let Glass come and see me, because I know she would want to and I also know that I don't want to risk making Glass ill in her condition. Since then I've had a miserable couple of days. Yesterday was awful. At last my fever seems to have broken, thanks to some medicine Jenna ran over from the apothecary, but I'm so worn out, and it seems to have made my mood quite low so that I wish Tess were here.

I'm sick of my bedroom, so I take a blanket onto the couch and sit there in a fresh nightgown - it's not quite getting dressed, but at least I'm not wearing the same thing I've worn for two days! - and sip tea. And now I'm almost well enough to be bored, but I can't concentrate to read. Maybe I should try knitting...

[Open to Dorian]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Saturday, June 19th (Day 384)]
[Early Evening, The Dormouse]

And the day started so well.  

We'd been busy enough to keep the boredom at bay, so that when I took my break for lunch it felt like a proper break, which is always fun.  I made a sandwich, smoked a bit, put aside a few books for Jane to borrow, and things were looking up.  

But then it rained not long after - I moved to the front porch, still just high enough to want to appreciate the cool breeze finally coming through - and things took a turn towards melancholy.

It seems like no time at all, doesn't it?

I manage to occupy myself the rest of the afternoon, nitpicking little things that just make matters worse, before I finally just close the shop and take a shower.  I wash my hair, I dab on a bit of cologne, I take care in choosing my clothes; still, it's not until I'm actually out the door that I let myself realize where I'm going.  And what I'm after.

A man can only put up with this sort of thing for so long.  

I knock on her door.

[Open to Wanda]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Saturday, June 19th (Day 384)]
[Early Evening, The Dormouse]

And the day started so well.  

We'd been busy enough to keep the boredom at bay, so that when I took my break for lunch it felt like a proper break, which is always fun.  I made a sandwich, smoked a bit, put aside a few books for Jane to borrow, and things were looking up.  

But then it rained not long after - I moved to the front porch, still just high enough to want to appreciate the cool breeze finally coming through - and things took a turn towards melancholy.

It seems like no time at all, doesn't it?

I manage to occupy myself the rest of the afternoon, nitpicking little things that just make matters worse, before I finally just close the shop and take a shower.  I wash my hair, I dab on a bit of cologne, I take care in choosing my clothes; still, it's not until I'm actually out the door that I let myself realize where I'm going.  And what I'm after.

A man can only put up with this sort of thing for so long.  

I knock on her door.

[Open to Wanda]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/445951.html]

Looking for a pick-me-up after the wish debacle, Jane stops by the Sacred Whore for a new dress which, along with the customary snark, Dorian is happy to provide.  There's some back and forth, as part of the dress-making process apparently involves insults and pie-puns.  Jane then decides that the best way to forget about this Jamie business is a little dressing room sexy time, which just so happens to be one of the services provided at the Sacred Whore.  Dorian starts to have misgivings, though, when Jane becomes unsure of where to go next, and the two of them retire to the back bedroom.

I've annoyed her again, I can tell, and I'm wondering if she has it in her to walk out now when she starts to undress.  "You made me feel wonderful,"​ she says, a rather obvious statement, before kicking off her shoes.  I can see the hesitation, at the end, as she contemplates how far to take it, and I just leave her to it, leaning against the headboard.  That seems to be the best policy, today; stand back and see what happens.  
Jane comes to the bed, in just her underthings, and sits down beside me.  "I'd like to return the favor, too."  She touches my face, not so unsure about that at least.  "I will need some advice about the best way to do that, though."  Oh, well this will be fun.

I turn into her hand, kissing its palm, before pulling away to grab my glass and the ashtray.  "I'm notoriously hard to please, I'm afraid," I say, looking at her and then taking a long drag from my cigarette.  "But that's not really why you're asking, is it?"  My mind goes, again, to what she said in the dressing room.  Ex-husbands and looking to impress someone...  We'll get there, eventually.  But for now- "How many lovers have you had?"

[Open to Jane]
[CLOSED]

[Sexy Time... Round Two!]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/445951.html]

Looking for a pick-me-up after the wish debacle, Jane stops by the Sacred Whore for a new dress which, along with the customary snark, Dorian is happy to provide.  There's some back and forth, as part of the dress-making process apparently involves insults and pie-puns.  Jane then decides that the best way to forget about this Jamie business is a little dressing room sexy time, which just so happens to be one of the services provided at the Sacred Whore.  Dorian starts to have misgivings, though, when Jane becomes unsure of where to go next, and the two of them retire to the back bedroom.

I've annoyed her again, I can tell, and I'm wondering if she has it in her to walk out now when she starts to undress.  "You made me feel wonderful,"​ she says, a rather obvious statement, before kicking off her shoes.  I can see the hesitation, at the end, as she contemplates how far to take it, and I just leave her to it, leaning against the headboard.  That seems to be the best policy, today; stand back and see what happens.  
Jane comes to the bed, in just her underthings, and sits down beside me.  "I'd like to return the favor, too."  She touches my face, not so unsure about that at least.  "I will need some advice about the best way to do that, though."  Oh, well this will be fun.

I turn into her hand, kissing its palm, before pulling away to grab my glass and the ashtray.  "I'm notoriously hard to please, I'm afraid," I say, looking at her and then taking a long drag from my cigarette.  "But that's not really why you're asking, is it?"  My mind goes, again, to what she said in the dressing room.  Ex-husbands and looking to impress someone...  We'll get there, eventually.  But for now- "How many lovers have you had?"

[Open to Jane]
[CLOSED]

[Sexy Time... Round Two!]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Sunday, June 13th (Day 378)]
[Noon, The Sacred Whore]

Ah, boredom.  My old friend.

It's slow, even for a Sunday, and by the time I've finished with all the little tasks that must be done - sweeping, dusting, reordering the clothing racks, and tidying the displays - only a few hours have passed.  And there's nothing left to do.  It's times like these that having the two assistants is more a burden than a boon, and I actually toss Winnie a look when she moves past.  

I throw some money at them and send them away.  Buy something, go take a nap, I don't care, just go.

I'm minded to flip the sign to closed after that, as everyone else has the good sense not to be open on a Sunday, but I don't.  Anything could happen, anyone could show, anyone at all...  I keep the bedroom door open, to listen for the bell, as I move back to change.  It's humid today and I'm not dressed for it, I've suddenly realized.  And my other shirt was a little dirty, from the cleaning.  Yes.

In a moment, though, I'm back to sitting on the counter, glancing around the shop and near-to-tears with nothing to do.  It's ridiculous I know, but with three of us here all the time, and two so hard-pressed to be busy little worker bees, there doesn't seem enough activity to go around.  That's it, that's the rub - they are just bothersome, underfoot and annoying.    If a customer came in they'd both be sure to just run over, before I even had the chance to give a go.  Start a conversation.  Maybe have some lunch.  Socialize. 

Hmph.

And you think they could have left me a bit of alteration to do in the meantime, something, to break up all this waiting.  All this god-awful wanting (nagging) to go do something foolish.  Like I even need any more supplies.  

Though I wonder if the General Store is even open on Sundays.

[Open to Jane]
[Continued http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/446918.html]
[And there is sexy time...]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Sunday, June 13th (Day 378)]
[Noon, The Sacred Whore]

Ah, boredom.  My old friend.

It's slow, even for a Sunday, and by the time I've finished with all the little tasks that must be done - sweeping, dusting, reordering the clothing racks, and tidying the displays - only a few hours have passed.  And there's nothing left to do.  It's times like these that having the two assistants is more a burden than a boon, and I actually toss Winnie a look when she moves past.  

I throw some money at them and send them away.  Buy something, go take a nap, I don't care, just go.

I'm minded to flip the sign to closed after that, as everyone else has the good sense not to be open on a Sunday, but I don't.  Anything could happen, anyone could show, anyone at all...  I keep the bedroom door open, to listen for the bell, as I move back to change.  It's humid today and I'm not dressed for it, I've suddenly realized.  And my other shirt was a little dirty, from the cleaning.  Yes.

In a moment, though, I'm back to sitting on the counter, glancing around the shop and near-to-tears with nothing to do.  It's ridiculous I know, but with three of us here all the time, and two so hard-pressed to be busy little worker bees, there doesn't seem enough activity to go around.  That's it, that's the rub - they are just bothersome, underfoot and annoying.    If a customer came in they'd both be sure to just run over, before I even had the chance to give a go.  Start a conversation.  Maybe have some lunch.  Socialize. 

Hmph.

And you think they could have left me a bit of alteration to do in the meantime, something, to break up all this waiting.  All this god-awful wanting (nagging) to go do something foolish.  Like I even need any more supplies.  

Though I wonder if the General Store is even open on Sundays.

[Open to Jane]
[Continued http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/446918.html]
[And there is sexy time...]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
[from here]

It's snowing, and Kate decides to do some baking. And Dorian swings by with a bag of treats to share with her, because that's what you do with your friends, right? They have some nice conversation in their pretty aprons before Glass shows up, and everything becomes slightly awkward.

Things are beginning to feel a bit more normal, thank goodness, and I start pouring Glass out a cup of cider, but Dorian comes over and interrupts.

"And no, you can't have any. You're pregnant."

"Those are two unrelated things, Dorian," I say, giving him a slightly irritated look. "What harm will a cup of cider do Glass?" I think suddenly of how he insisted on walking me home in case I twisted my ankle or something ridiculous, that day that never really happened in the Miskatonic Cafe, and I smile a bit to myself. Dorian spends so much time being supercilious, I think sometimes when he wants to be kind he overcompensates.

[open to Glass and Dorian]
[closed]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
[from here]

It's snowing, and Kate decides to do some baking. And Dorian swings by with a bag of treats to share with her, because that's what you do with your friends, right? They have some nice conversation in their pretty aprons before Glass shows up, and everything becomes slightly awkward.

Things are beginning to feel a bit more normal, thank goodness, and I start pouring Glass out a cup of cider, but Dorian comes over and interrupts.

"And no, you can't have any. You're pregnant."

"Those are two unrelated things, Dorian," I say, giving him a slightly irritated look. "What harm will a cup of cider do Glass?" I think suddenly of how he insisted on walking me home in case I twisted my ankle or something ridiculous, that day that never really happened in the Miskatonic Cafe, and I smile a bit to myself. Dorian spends so much time being supercilious, I think sometimes when he wants to be kind he overcompensates.

[open to Glass and Dorian]
[closed]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Mid-morning, the 7th of June

The General Store


We woke up this morning to a blanket of snow, and for a moment I just stood blinking at the window. It's never been this cold in June, I'm sure of it. But it is very beautiful. And when I go out to check on Lady it turns out that the wood pile is full of fresh logs, which I certainly don't remember having delivered, but I suppose I must have done... I take them upstairs so I can get the fire lit, and soon the whole apartment is warm.

Tess gets bundled up and goes to work. I wish she didn't have to; things have been a little awkward between us since people's wishes came true. I find myself wondering if this is someone's wish for Christmas to come early, but if it is it seems a nicer wish than some, and I can't seem to find it in me to worry too much.

I put all my winter clothes in storage, but when I open my wardrobe I find my red wool dress hanging there. Well, that seems appropriate enough, and I find myself humming as I get dressed.

I'm not working in the store today, but I have an impulse to bake, so I go down to get some supplies. I chat a little with Amanda, who is excited as can be about the snow, and I tell her we can shut the store early so she can go out. Why not? That decided, I start weighing out flour and powdered sugar.

[open to Dorian]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Mid-morning, the 7th of June

The General Store


We woke up this morning to a blanket of snow, and for a moment I just stood blinking at the window. It's never been this cold in June, I'm sure of it. But it is very beautiful. And when I go out to check on Lady it turns out that the wood pile is full of fresh logs, which I certainly don't remember having delivered, but I suppose I must have done... I take them upstairs so I can get the fire lit, and soon the whole apartment is warm.

Tess gets bundled up and goes to work. I wish she didn't have to; things have been a little awkward between us since people's wishes came true. I find myself wondering if this is someone's wish for Christmas to come early, but if it is it seems a nicer wish than some, and I can't seem to find it in me to worry too much.

I put all my winter clothes in storage, but when I open my wardrobe I find my red wool dress hanging there. Well, that seems appropriate enough, and I find myself humming as I get dressed.

I'm not working in the store today, but I have an impulse to bake, so I go down to get some supplies. I chat a little with Amanda, who is excited as can be about the snow, and I tell her we can shut the store early so she can go out. Why not? That decided, I start weighing out flour and powdered sugar.

[continues here]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Thursday, May 27th (Day 361)]
[Late afternoon, out and about in town]

The power went out a few minutes ago. It's one of the downsides of living in Excolo, though I can't complain over much. I've lived in much more primitive places, especially just after the downfall of everything pleasant and civilized.

It'll come back on soon enough and it's still light outside, but I decide to go out anyway. Things are getting a bit cramped in the shop, I haven't been out much since the little fiasco with Glass and Kate, and boredom has started to set in.

Boredom. The absolute bane of my existence.

There are a fair number of people out and about. I imagine they have places to go; far too many people spend so much of their lives between one place and the next. It's as though they've forgotten how to do a bit of nothing, now and again. Pity.

I opted for a light jacket, in red, more for the pop of color than the warmth. It's a nice day out, honestly, though a little overcast.

Of course, as soon as I've wandered about for a few minutes I realize there's absolutely nothing going on. Just my luck. It won't stop me from my stroll, though. I'll make a bit of excitement in this little town, if it comes to it.

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