[identity profile] chester-excolo.livejournal.com
Continued from here: http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/344656.html Thursday January 7th,[ Day 221]
Karina and Maryk's Porch
Mid morning

Chester shows up at Karina and Maryk's house with the intent to interview Karina and find a starting place for his investigation into Reeves death. However, the presence of a  golem servant and a spirit called Erzebet riding Karina ,along with the protectiveness of Maryk., have complicated things.

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Nobody here takes what I said well at all.  Karina's face changes, her smile goin' all feral an nasty. From the energy pattern that ain't her at all. That's Erezbet. Interestingly 'nough though she's got the face, Karina's got the body. I can feel Our would be mayor holdin' the spirit back. At the same time Maryk comes unglued from the his wall, driftin' over to the couch. He puts his hands on the back of it an' leans so he can loom protectively over both his women. Strange little family you got there mate. It's starting to make me feel like a bit of a bully.  He ain't lookin' directly at me but I bet if I twitch wrong he'll attack.

At first his words are to Karina, an maybe Erezbet as well. <i>Maybe there's a reason for her being in you.</i> Then he finally looks my way. <i>Maybe we're talking about something that no one has any real fucking understanding of."</i>

I dip my head in a nod at this.
Yeah, maybe. and then something click in my memory. Erzebet.. Miss Bathory. BATHORY...Could it be there's a family connection? Some spirits of the dead like to hang around their descendants...

I look up at them all. "Hey, no need to get your knickers in a twist.  If everyone stays nice and calm  then there's no need for things to get unpleasant. Looks like you guys have already worked things out among yourselves, n' i don't see a need to mess with that arrangement. All i want is to ask Erzebet a couple questions and then we can move on."

{OPEN to Karina And Maryk}
[identity profile] chester-excolo.livejournal.com
Continued from here: http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/344656.html Thursday January 7th,[ Day 221]
Karina and Maryk's Porch
Mid morning

Chester shows up at Karina and Maryk's house with the intent to interview Karina and find a starting place for his investigation into Reeves death. However, the presence of a  golem servant and a spirit called Erzebet riding Karina ,along with the protectiveness of Maryk., have complicated things.

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Nobody here takes what I said well at all.  Karina's face changes, her smile goin' all feral an nasty. From the energy pattern that ain't her at all. That's Erezbet. Interestingly 'nough though she's got the face, Karina's got the body. I can feel Our would be mayor holdin' the spirit back. At the same time Maryk comes unglued from the his wall, driftin' over to the couch. He puts his hands on the back of it an' leans so he can loom protectively over both his women. Strange little family you got there mate. It's starting to make me feel like a bit of a bully.  He ain't lookin' directly at me but I bet if I twitch wrong he'll attack.

At first his words are to Karina, an maybe Erezbet as well. <i>Maybe there's a reason for her being in you.</i> Then he finally looks my way. <i>Maybe we're talking about something that no one has any real fucking understanding of."</i>

I dip my head in a nod at this.
Yeah, maybe. and then something click in my memory. Erzebet.. Miss Bathory. BATHORY...Could it be there's a family connection? Some spirits of the dead like to hang around their descendants...

I look up at them all. "Hey, no need to get your knickers in a twist.  If everyone stays nice and calm  then there's no need for things to get unpleasant. Looks like you guys have already worked things out among yourselves, n' i don't see a need to mess with that arrangement. All i want is to ask Erzebet a couple questions and then we can move on."

{OPEN to Karina And Maryk}
[identity profile] chester-excolo.livejournal.com
Thursday January 7th,[ Day 221]
Karina and Maryk's Porch
Mid morning



It's past time i got back to work. i got an investigation that ain't gonna get any easier the longer it sits.  I tried to see that O'Leary  broad again and this time didn't go no better than the last.. I open my mouth and she screeches and throws a pot at me.

So I try a different tack and start hangin' round the Reeves house to see if I can spot something. Not much happening there. An no one is conveniently saying nothing 'bout Reeves himself.  I do notice that the son is tryin;'real hard to be the man a  the house which to him means orderin' the women around. Says lots bout what kinda man Reeves was. An the widow Reeves is real quiet.  An real watchful. Specially of her son.  But this ain't enough for me to go the Mab n' say I think his wife did it. i'd need somethin' much more solid. N' 'sides, I don't think she did. couldn;t say why 'zackly but I don't think it was her.

It's past time I I admitted that  maybe I could use a hand. Attached to a human bein'.  That's why I'm here crouched in the shadows of the porch studyin' the other occupant.  Big solid  guy he is, leaning casually on the porch railing smokin' something very much like a cigarette except it smells of cloves as much as tobacco. Hope he takes my appearance on his doorstep a little easier than he did my presence at Hermia 'n Valmont's table.

That and I really oughta find out what He an Karina gotta say bout the frame that the murderer tried to put them in. From what Mab said she never took it the least bit serious that Karina or Maryk did it. Maybe that's why she ain't really bothered to takea proper statement from them. An' that's as  good a place to start as i'm gonna get. 

Take a couple steps outta my shadow, clear my throat.  "How's it goin', Pal?"

[Open to Maryk and Karina]
[identity profile] chester-excolo.livejournal.com
Thursday January 7th,[ Day 221]
Karina and Maryk's Porch
Mid morning



It's past time i got back to work. i got an investigation that ain't gonna get any easier the longer it sits.  I tried to see that O'Leary  broad again and this time didn't go no better than the last.. I open my mouth and she screeches and throws a pot at me.

So I try a different tack and start hangin' round the Reeves house to see if I can spot something. Not much happening there. An no one is conveniently saying nothing 'bout Reeves himself.  I do notice that the son is tryin;'real hard to be the man a  the house which to him means orderin' the women around. Says lots bout what kinda man Reeves was. An the widow Reeves is real quiet.  An real watchful. Specially of her son.  But this ain't enough for me to go the Mab n' say I think his wife did it. i'd need somethin' much more solid. N' 'sides, I don't think she did. couldn;t say why 'zackly but I don't think it was her.

It's past time I I admitted that  maybe I could use a hand. Attached to a human bein'.  That's why I'm here crouched in the shadows of the porch studyin' the other occupant.  Big solid  guy he is, leaning casually on the porch railing smokin' something very much like a cigarette except it smells of cloves as much as tobacco. Hope he takes my appearance on his doorstep a little easier than he did my presence at Hermia 'n Valmont's table.

That and I really oughta find out what He an Karina gotta say bout the frame that the murderer tried to put them in. From what Mab said she never took it the least bit serious that Karina or Maryk did it. Maybe that's why she ain't really bothered to takea proper statement from them. An' that's as  good a place to start as i'm gonna get. 

Take a couple steps outta my shadow, clear my throat.  "How's it goin', Pal?"

[Open to Maryk and Karina]
[identity profile] maryk-graeb.livejournal.com
Home
Late Evening, Thursday 24 December



"'Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost. Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a publick example, was minded to put her away privily. But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins.

"'Now all this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us. Then Joseph being raised from sleep did as the angel of the Lord had bidden him, and took unto him his wife: And knew her not till she had brought forth her firstborn son: and he called his name JESUS.'"



I finish reading and shut the book. Karina is curled against me on one side and Leah sits close on the other. It's the first time I've ever read the story of Jesus' birth. I've been reading parts of the Bible here and there, having had to find an English version of it since Karina's is in Spanish.

There's not really much for me to say after reading something like that. So, I wrap my arm around Karina's shoulder and smile at Leah.


[OPEN to Karina and Leah]
[identity profile] maryk-graeb.livejournal.com
Home
Late Evening, Thursday 24 December



"'Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost. Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a publick example, was minded to put her away privily. But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins.

"'Now all this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us. Then Joseph being raised from sleep did as the angel of the Lord had bidden him, and took unto him his wife: And knew her not till she had brought forth her firstborn son: and he called his name JESUS.'"



I finish reading and shut the book. Karina is curled against me on one side and Leah sits close on the other. It's the first time I've ever read the story of Jesus' birth. I've been reading parts of the Bible here and there, having had to find an English version of it since Karina's is in Spanish.

There's not really much for me to say after reading something like that. So, I wrap my arm around Karina's shoulder and smile at Leah.


[OPEN to Karina and Leah]
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be,
and you don’t trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.

-Richard Siken

Monday, December 21st, the Winter Solstice
The Dormouse, just before 7pm


As Kent promised, my wedding gown is absolutely stunning.

It was hanging on my closet door when we came back from the signing the papers at Town Hall. The papers that recognized us a legally married couple in Excolo, the papers that changed my name from Wanda von SacherMosch to Wanda Whitman. We both know that this morning was just a formality, and we both know that the ceremony about to take place is just a performance for the good people of Excolo.
What matters comes later, after everyone leaves and we are alone. When the evening ends and the night begins.

Once we arrived home and I thanked him most gratefully for my dress and all the accessories, we oversaw the deliveries from the cafe', from the Tavern, candles from the Kincaids, and most importantly, from the bakery. The cake is red velvet with a cream cheese filling, the only change I made was to replace the sugar berries with roses from the back yard. There are also tarts, cookies, and because it tickled me to do so, an angel food cake. It earned me a laugh when he saw that. I was pleased that such a little thing amused him. After moving my CD player upstairs I had started the task of setting everything out and tackling all those little details...
but Kent ushered me upstairs with a kiss and a cup of chamomile tea, bidding me to rest before my hair appointment with Verite. "It has already been a long day, and I promise you it will be a evening unlike any you have dreamed about..." Oh, the look he gave me then! Caused me to shiver in both delight and fear. "... you should get some rest." So I did as he bade, and slept part of the afternoon away as he set up everything, (or waved his hand and made everything just happen, I have no idea) waking in time to bathe and head to I Died for Beauty to have Verite pin my hear up and affix small black roses in it.

Everything is ready. The guest will be arriving soon. I slip into the lingerie Kent left for me, my gown, and lying on my dressing table was a necklace to match my ring. I will have to tell everyone it is paste, although I do believe it to be real.

I sit and finish the last touches to my makeup, humming to myself as I dust a fine, subtle powder that glistens over my face, shoulders and cleavage. I shimmer like the snow against the faerie lights... Like the Snow Queen, or as Tammy said, Rose Red.... iridescent skin, red the colour of blood spilled out over the snow.....
You belong to me, my snow white queen.
There's no where to run, so let's get it over with...
Soon my love you'll see, you're just like me
Don't scream any more my love
because all I want is you....


I stop in mid verse, the brush I use for lip colour hovering at the corner of my mouth, then sigh and push the dark melody away as I complete making myself up. Now is not the time for that. Darkness will fall later.

I stand, finished with my preparations and survey myself in the mirror... "Oh, I hope he finds me beautiful..." I breathe, smoothing my hand over my gown.

(Open to anyone attending the wedding ceremony)
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be,
and you don’t trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.

-Richard Siken

Monday, December 21st, the Winter Solstice
The Dormouse, just before 7pm


As Kent promised, my wedding gown is absolutely stunning.

It was hanging on my closet door when we came back from the signing the papers at Town Hall. The papers that recognized us a legally married couple in Excolo, the papers that changed my name from Wanda von SacherMosch to Wanda Whitman. We both know that this morning was just a formality, and we both know that the ceremony about to take place is just a performance for the good people of Excolo.
What matters comes later, after everyone leaves and we are alone. When the evening ends and the night begins.

Once we arrived home and I thanked him most gratefully for my dress and all the accessories, we oversaw the deliveries from the cafe', from the Tavern, candles from the Kincaids, and most importantly, from the bakery. The cake is red velvet with a cream cheese filling, the only change I made was to replace the sugar berries with roses from the back yard. There are also tarts, cookies, and because it tickled me to do so, an angel food cake. It earned me a laugh when he saw that. I was pleased that such a little thing amused him. After moving my CD player upstairs I had started the task of setting everything out and tackling all those little details...
but Kent ushered me upstairs with a kiss and a cup of chamomile tea, bidding me to rest before my hair appointment with Verite. "It has already been a long day, and I promise you it will be a evening unlike any you have dreamed about..." Oh, the look he gave me then! Caused me to shiver in both delight and fear. "... you should get some rest." So I did as he bade, and slept part of the afternoon away as he set up everything, (or waved his hand and made everything just happen, I have no idea) waking in time to bathe and head to I Died for Beauty to have Verite pin my hear up and affix small black roses in it.

Everything is ready. The guest will be arriving soon. I slip into the lingerie Kent left for me, my gown, and lying on my dressing table was a necklace to match my ring. I will have to tell everyone it is paste, although I do believe it to be real.

I sit and finish the last touches to my makeup, humming to myself as I dust a fine, subtle powder that glistens over my face, shoulders and cleavage. I shimmer like the snow against the faerie lights... Like the Snow Queen, or as Tammy said, Rose Red.... iridescent skin, red the colour of blood spilled out over the snow.....
You belong to me, my snow white queen.
There's no where to run, so let's get it over with...
Soon my love you'll see, you're just like me
Don't scream any more my love
because all I want is you....


I stop in mid verse, the brush I use for lip colour hovering at the corner of my mouth, then sigh and push the dark melody away as I complete making myself up. Now is not the time for that. Darkness will fall later.

I stand, finished with my preparations and survey myself in the mirror... "Oh, I hope he finds me beautiful..." I breathe, smoothing my hand over my gown.

(Open to anyone attending the wedding ceremony)
[identity profile] karina-vb.livejournal.com
[continued from here.] Liam apologizes for cursing (like a good boy) but is punished for it when he, Karina, and Maryk have to try to explain to poor Leah why he apologized. Maybe they should just make him explain it!


Late Afternoon of Day 184
The home of Karina, Maryk, and Leah.


"Because women are delicate flowers that can't handle hearing profanity," I say with a wry smile and glance at Maryk. "It is really something that is hard to explain, especially since the words are taboo in polite conversation, Darling."
[identity profile] karina-vb.livejournal.com
[continued from here.] Liam apologizes for cursing (like a good boy) but is punished for it when he, Karina, and Maryk have to try to explain to poor Leah why he apologized. Maybe they should just make him explain it!


Late Afternoon of Day 184
The home of Karina, Maryk, and Leah.


"Because women are delicate flowers that can't handle hearing profanity," I say with a wry smile and glance at Maryk. "It is really something that is hard to explain, especially since the words are taboo in polite conversation, Darling."
[identity profile] ravenous-liam.livejournal.com
Silk Road on Tuesday, December 1st
Late Afternoon



'Come to like rounds, lately. Stayin' 'way from the office is a good thing lately. 'Can't just sit 'round anymore. Always gotta be doin' somethin'. No more chicks either. No chance a that, not with Jack around again. I squeeze the fire outta my cig (damn Sheriff's rules stickin' like br'rs) and blow out the last a the smoke from my chest as I pocket the trash. Shruggin' my coat on tighter and pullin' my hat down t' keep me warm, I do my job.

Walk down Main, down Silk, 'cross the bridge, then start back up again. Too fuckin' cold out an' everybody's just behavin' like they should. Things ain't quiet, but it's like everybody wised up and decided t' start doin' their crap in private, which makes our job harder.

I frown a little an' shrug m' shoulders. Nod at a chick whose name I can't remember. The look she gives me says she knows it, too. Not enough chicks in this town. They all talk.


[OPEN to Leah, Karina, and Maryk.]
[identity profile] ravenous-liam.livejournal.com
Silk Road on Tuesday, December 1st
Late Afternoon



'Come to like rounds, lately. Stayin' 'way from the office is a good thing lately. 'Can't just sit 'round anymore. Always gotta be doin' somethin'. No more chicks either. No chance a that, not with Jack around again. I squeeze the fire outta my cig (damn Sheriff's rules stickin' like br'rs) and blow out the last a the smoke from my chest as I pocket the trash. Shruggin' my coat on tighter and pullin' my hat down t' keep me warm, I do my job.

Walk down Main, down Silk, 'cross the bridge, then start back up again. Too fuckin' cold out an' everybody's just behavin' like they should. Things ain't quiet, but it's like everybody wised up and decided t' start doin' their crap in private, which makes our job harder.

I frown a little an' shrug m' shoulders. Nod at a chick whose name I can't remember. The look she gives me says she knows it, too. Not enough chicks in this town. They all talk.


[OPEN to Leah, Karina, and Maryk.]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Tuesday, November 24th (Day 177)]
[Early Afternoon- Karina Bathory's home]



Leaving Toby's house, I have a bounce to my step as I make my way onto my horse, Clover.  Toby and I had a pleasant lunch and we talked and laughed as we caught up.  He's been my pal for years now and I wanted him to be the first one I spoke to officially.  I had to register with him anyway so it made good sense.

As I ride along, I'm thinking back to recently and a smile blooms on my face as I begin to hum.  Lily's visited me a few times, four in total these last three weeks and I get the feeling that she's got a lot to do with my good mood.  She's appeared exactly when I was thinking of her and when I told her my idea, she clapped her hands and giggled as she encouraged me to do it.  Molly, too and between them, I let myself get swept up in their enthusiasm.  I'm still not sure I can handle it all but with Molly on one side and Lily on the other, I don't think I have a choice. 

And for some reason, I don't mind.  Some men don't like being fussed over but I can honestly say that I've become a quiet fan.  Maybe Molly's coddled me all these years but now with Lily's added attention, life is finally moving in a direction I like.  I know it's not like that for everyone though and I think that's a big reason why I made my decision.

Spotting my destination, I dismount and tie Clover's reins up before retrieving a bag and walking up the front steps. Knocking on the door, I know that she doesn't expect me but I think it'll be fine.  I can't remember a single time she's ever turned me away and I smile wide as the door opens.


[Open to Karina]
[Closed]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Tuesday, November 24th (Day 177)]
[Early Afternoon- Karina Bathory's home]



Leaving Toby's house, I have a bounce to my step as I make my way onto my horse, Clover.  Toby and I had a pleasant lunch and we talked and laughed as we caught up.  He's been my pal for years now and I wanted him to be the first one I spoke to officially.  I had to register with him anyway so it made good sense.

As I ride along, I'm thinking back to recently and a smile blooms on my face as I begin to hum.  Lily's visited me a few times, four in total these last three weeks and I get the feeling that she's got a lot to do with my good mood.  She's appeared exactly when I was thinking of her and when I told her my idea, she clapped her hands and giggled as she encouraged me to do it.  Molly, too and between them, I let myself get swept up in their enthusiasm.  I'm still not sure I can handle it all but with Molly on one side and Lily on the other, I don't think I have a choice. 

And for some reason, I don't mind.  Some men don't like being fussed over but I can honestly say that I've become a quiet fan.  Maybe Molly's coddled me all these years but now with Lily's added attention, life is finally moving in a direction I like.  I know it's not like that for everyone though and I think that's a big reason why I made my decision.

Spotting my destination, I dismount and tie Clover's reins up before retrieving a bag and walking up the front steps. Knocking on the door, I know that she doesn't expect me but I think it'll be fine.  I can't remember a single time she's ever turned me away and I smile wide as the door opens.


[Open to Karina]
[Closed]
[identity profile] karina-vb.livejournal.com
Home,
Morning of Day 166



I didn't sleep well last night. We had the wake, Wanda, Kaeli and I. I don't think we wanted to share him with anyone else. He was our god, not theirs. Why bring them along to gawk? The abbey sent his body to us in a pine box. We three loaded up quietly a carriage and took him to his own place for burning. His brother and wife had their own; why shouldn't he?

I never saw him after he died. Even now I haven't. I don't want to have his hollow shell immortalized in my mind. I shall remember him as he was when I saw him last. I think even Erzebet was upset by his loss, though I don't know why--she hated him.

We all brought alcohol and stories. I brought flores de muerto that Lena had gathered for me. Wanda, she sang, her voice ringing out in the darkness. We probably should have been a little afraid of animals or people, but we weren't. With his pyre lit before us, Wanda sang songs I don't know and we all held each other for a moment before drinking and sinking to the ground, stories on our lips and his love on our minds.

Wanda blames herself. I...I can't help blaming her a little, too. I kept that shoved down deep last night and just focused on our loss.

Even though he is not lost at all.

Only we are. Gods help us, we are lost without him.



[CLOSED.]
[identity profile] karina-vb.livejournal.com
Home,
Morning of Day 166



I didn't sleep well last night. We had the wake, Wanda, Kaeli and I. I don't think we wanted to share him with anyone else. He was our god, not theirs. Why bring them along to gawk? The abbey sent his body to us in a pine box. We three loaded up quietly a carriage and took him to his own place for burning. His brother and wife had their own; why shouldn't he?

I never saw him after he died. Even now I haven't. I don't want to have his hollow shell immortalized in my mind. I shall remember him as he was when I saw him last. I think even Erzebet was upset by his loss, though I don't know why--she hated him.

We all brought alcohol and stories. I brought flores de muerto that Lena had gathered for me. Wanda, she sang, her voice ringing out in the darkness. We probably should have been a little afraid of animals or people, but we weren't. With his pyre lit before us, Wanda sang songs I don't know and we all held each other for a moment before drinking and sinking to the ground, stories on our lips and his love on our minds.

Wanda blames herself. I...I can't help blaming her a little, too. I kept that shoved down deep last night and just focused on our loss.

Even though he is not lost at all.

Only we are. Gods help us, we are lost without him.



[CLOSED.]
[identity profile] karina-vb.livejournal.com
Home,
Morning of Day 163


I believe it. I never doubted that he'd died. I felt a loss, a chasm in my chest when it happened, and Erzebet put words to it before anyone could tell me.

Your god is dead.

I didn't doubt for a moment.

It's been five days. I've barely slept but for a new reason. Maryk has his own trouble. Eris is dead, too. Of course. Why would they not go together? But why would they leave us? They left and now what protection do we have? Does Leah have?

Poor Leah. I've neglected her since it happened. I've neglected the house. At least Lena has had all her faculties--or mine. Today I will remedy this. I rise in the morning with purpose and prepare breakfast; letting Lena only set the table.

The funeral hasn't happened yet, but I cannot wallow forever.

It doesn't make me less bitter, though. Another wound for my collection.


[OPEN to Leah and Maryk.]
[identity profile] karina-vb.livejournal.com
Home,
Morning of Day 163


I believe it. I never doubted that he'd died. I felt a loss, a chasm in my chest when it happened, and Erzebet put words to it before anyone could tell me.

Your god is dead.

I didn't doubt for a moment.

It's been five days. I've barely slept but for a new reason. Maryk has his own trouble. Eris is dead, too. Of course. Why would they not go together? But why would they leave us? They left and now what protection do we have? Does Leah have?

Poor Leah. I've neglected her since it happened. I've neglected the house. At least Lena has had all her faculties--or mine. Today I will remedy this. I rise in the morning with purpose and prepare breakfast; letting Lena only set the table.

The funeral hasn't happened yet, but I cannot wallow forever.

It doesn't make me less bitter, though. Another wound for my collection.


[OPEN to Leah and Maryk.]
[identity profile] hermia-sophia.livejournal.com
Friday, October 16, early evening
Valmont and Hermia's apartment


It is not a party. Of that I was absolutely adamant.

Valmont teased me about it, but only a very little and only very gently, for he understood, even if it's an absurd superstition on my part. I haven't had a party in Excolo that's gone well. So I won't call this a party. It's a dinner.

And it will be a lovely dinner - Valmont's really outdone himself with the food. I just stood back and let him work, while I took care of arranging the rest of the room. There are candles on the table, and clusters of asters and chrysanthemums in little vases, with more flowers on the tables in the living room where we'll talk before dinner. Which will be just talking; not a party.

I've finally let the kitten, Nestor, back into the room - he yowled a bit when I shut him up, but I was not about to let him get into the flowers before they were all set! I hope that he'll be good company for Chester, although I imagine that Chester will, as usual, be more interested in human conversation than animal.

I twist the ring around on my finger - it still feels strange to be wearing a ring on that finger again, and oddly heavy for such a delicate little band. But it feels right, too. It felt right when I put it on at the jewelry stall at the market, even if it still needed to be adjusted so that it fit my finger. And part of me can't help smiling every time one of the sparkling jewels catches the light.

[Open to Not A Party guests - if you think you'd be invited, you probably were :)]
[identity profile] hermia-sophia.livejournal.com
Friday, October 16, early evening
Valmont and Hermia's apartment


It is not a party. Of that I was absolutely adamant.

Valmont teased me about it, but only a very little and only very gently, for he understood, even if it's an absurd superstition on my part. I haven't had a party in Excolo that's gone well. So I won't call this a party. It's a dinner.

And it will be a lovely dinner - Valmont's really outdone himself with the food. I just stood back and let him work, while I took care of arranging the rest of the room. There are candles on the table, and clusters of asters and chrysanthemums in little vases, with more flowers on the tables in the living room where we'll talk before dinner. Which will be just talking; not a party.

I've finally let the kitten, Nestor, back into the room - he yowled a bit when I shut him up, but I was not about to let him get into the flowers before they were all set! I hope that he'll be good company for Chester, although I imagine that Chester will, as usual, be more interested in human conversation than animal.

I twist the ring around on my finger - it still feels strange to be wearing a ring on that finger again, and oddly heavy for such a delicate little band. But it feels right, too. It felt right when I put it on at the jewelry stall at the market, even if it still needed to be adjusted so that it fit my finger. And part of me can't help smiling every time one of the sparkling jewels catches the light.

[Open to Not A Party guests - if you think you'd be invited, you probably were :)]

January 2014

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