[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] 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] kateohara.livejournal.com
Saturday, the General Store

It's a beautiful bright day, and the market has brought a lot of people to town and through the store, so Amanda and I have been run off our feet. It's close to closing time now, though, and as I start cashing up the register I find myself in a thoughtful mood.

Things fall apart, I said to Glass, and they have for her, like wood rotting and splitting after a long rain. I'm so sorry that it came to this, and we sat at my kitchen table, Tess finding an excuse to step out on an errand, and drank tea and touched hands, and the baby snuffled and sighed but didn't cry, not for all the time she was here. I feel so very bad for her. I don't know if she's talked to Dorian; things have been strange with them, and I'm not sure she'd have patience for his fussing at the moment. I walked her home, and persuaded her to rest her eyes while I kept my own eyes half on the baby and half on my knitting. It's too hot for wool, but in a few months that baby will need winter clothes, so let's make a start on them now.

[Open to last minute shoppers and friends!]
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Afternoon of Thursday, July 15 (day 410)]
[Out 'round the corner of Sentinel House]


I've managed through worse sleep, though I suppose not for as long as this is like to last; can't count on the first two days t'end with the third. Yesterday's and today's rain are running loose into each other; had a moment of taking it still for Wednesday, one of the times I woke.

Not counting it as there being no work to be done, now, but glad at least to have the birthing behind me.

Open the door and set her down inside and swaddled and dry, then settle sitting in the doorway with my back against the doorjamb and listen to the rain. The air alone's warm; the fall of water takes it down to something like the cool side of a pillow on a hot night, and it aches to draw my knees towards my chest and wrap my arms 'round them, but for a change it's possible. And leastways it's quiet of the moment.

[Open]
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Afternoon of Thursday, July 15 (day 410)]
[Out 'round the corner of Sentinel House]


I've managed through worse sleep, though I suppose not for as long as this is like to last; can't count on the first two days t'end with the third. Yesterday's and today's rain are running loose into each other; had a moment of taking it still for Wednesday, one of the times I woke.

Not counting it as there being no work to be done, now, but glad at least to have the birthing behind me.

Open the door and set her down inside and swaddled and dry, then settle sitting in the doorway with my back against the doorjamb and listen to the rain. The air alone's warm; the fall of water takes it down to something like the cool side of a pillow on a hot night, and it aches to draw my knees towards my chest and wrap my arms 'round them, but for a change it's possible. And leastways it's quiet of the moment.

[Open]
[identity profile] docconstantine.livejournal.com
Wednesday, July 7th
The General Store, late morning


Oh course the rain decided to come down just as I was leaving the school-house.  I was hoping it would hold off till I finished checking on Kaeli, but I should have known better with the wind kicking up and the rumbles of thunder following me down Main.  At least Kaeli was looking much better, and was more animated than yesterday.  She's been improving a little bit every day, which is no small relief.  I would hate to have been the cause of...

I would never forgive myself if Kaeli had ended up like Lúgh. 

I start jogging back towards town as the rain starts to splatter around me, but within seconds I am sprinting as the downpour starts and the lightning flashes.  Probably not the best idea to remain outside, and I veer for the closest shoppe door.

The closest shoppe door turns out to be the General store.  Well, there are worst ports in a storm, and I am sure there's something I need here.  With a good natureed sigh, I set down my bag at the front door and shake the rain from my hair.

(Open)
[identity profile] docconstantine.livejournal.com
Wednesday, July 7th
The General Store, late morning


Oh course the rain decided to come down just as I was leaving the school-house.  I was hoping it would hold off till I finished checking on Kaeli, but I should have known better with the wind kicking up and the rumbles of thunder following me down Main.  At least Kaeli was looking much better, and was more animated than yesterday.  She's been improving a little bit every day, which is no small relief.  I would hate to have been the cause of...

I would never forgive myself if Kaeli had ended up like Lúgh. 

I start jogging back towards town as the rain starts to splatter around me, but within seconds I am sprinting as the downpour starts and the lightning flashes.  Probably not the best idea to remain outside, and I veer for the closest shoppe door.

The closest shoppe door turns out to be the General store.  Well, there are worst ports in a storm, and I am sure there's something I need here.  With a good natureed sigh, I set down my bag at the front door and shake the rain from my hair.

(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] 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] tess-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 358, Monday May 24th
Kate's apartment
Evening, before dinner


I've spent four days now bein' sick with anger. It's burnt a hole in my belly, and it makes me flinch every time I touch Kate, 'r even look at her. There shouldn't be any shame in it, not when you dunt have a choice, any more 'f I was forced. And that's what it was. I can guess well 'nough who it was as wished me a husband and a child on the way. But it was no different than bein' held down by someone 'n forced.

It ain't the first this sort 'a thing has happened here. Each time I get angrier, but there's nothin' I can find t'do. I've shoved as much 'v it as I can into that knife I used at the riot, but there's so much there I worry I'll start t'bleed as soon as I pick it up. I'm wonderin' how much longer we can stay here, 'f this keeps up. But we can't leave neither, so far as I can tell. I feel trapped.

And then there's Kate. At least I ain't pregnant. There ain't a baby on the way from some man I never loved 'n never married. Some man I never left Kate for. It stings, bad, that it was me as left her and got married 'n all the rest. I already messed up once, and the world won't let me forget.

Can she? Hell. I bite my lip as I slice up the spring onions fer the pot, and glance over where Kate's fixin' the rest.

[Open to Kate]
[identity profile] tess-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 358, Monday May 24th
Kate's apartment
Evening, before dinner


I've spent four days now bein' sick with anger. It's burnt a hole in my belly, and it makes me flinch every time I touch Kate, 'r even look at her. There shouldn't be any shame in it, not when you dunt have a choice, any more 'f I was forced. And that's what it was. I can guess well 'nough who it was as wished me a husband and a child on the way. But it was no different than bein' held down by someone 'n forced.

It ain't the first this sort 'a thing has happened here. Each time I get angrier, but there's nothin' I can find t'do. I've shoved as much 'v it as I can into that knife I used at the riot, but there's so much there I worry I'll start t'bleed as soon as I pick it up. I'm wonderin' how much longer we can stay here, 'f this keeps up. But we can't leave neither, so far as I can tell. I feel trapped.

And then there's Kate. At least I ain't pregnant. There ain't a baby on the way from some man I never loved 'n never married. Some man I never left Kate for. It stings, bad, that it was me as left her and got married 'n all the rest. I already messed up once, and the world won't let me forget.

Can she? Hell. I bite my lip as I slice up the spring onions fer the pot, and glance over where Kate's fixin' the rest.

[Open to Kate]
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Afternoon of Friday, May 21 (day 355)]
[Out at the Carnivale]


I'm so damn tired. Keep thinking of the time Dorian cracked my skull when I was dosed and then Lucien mended me, and I came back to a clear head and no bruise or wound and none of it seemed real. Knew it happened, sure, but couldn't lay hand to aught that proved it.

Wondering... well, not what'd've happened if I'd been wanting something else, know that well enough. Daydreaming, I suppose. Not that it'd make much difference, with everything that was and wasn't coming around in pieces. Stop and think and I can make out well enough the truth of things, but otherwise...

Marie seemed sensible. And'm damn well going to be asking Maryk if he got a name off that man afore playing Shuck with him.

Mind, neither of it'll be making any difference to me in a fortnight if something can't be done. Oh, sure, grant that Lucien could probably have my arm off, but way things are going of the moment I'm not thinking that'd do aught but chase infection closer to the heart. Shrug closer into my coat and keep walking, careful and slow and wishin I had anything to say. The rain's a thin fine shower of grey in the cool air, wet as any spring, and my hand feels like old embers under its bandage, cracking with sullen heat.

[Open to Syl and Kate]
[Closed]
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Afternoon of Friday, May 21 (day 355)]
[Out at the Carnivale]


I'm so damn tired. Keep thinking of the time Dorian cracked my skull when I was dosed and then Lucien mended me, and I came back to a clear head and no bruise or wound and none of it seemed real. Knew it happened, sure, but couldn't lay hand to aught that proved it.

Wondering... well, not what'd've happened if I'd been wanting something else, know that well enough. Daydreaming, I suppose. Not that it'd make much difference, with everything that was and wasn't coming around in pieces. Stop and think and I can make out well enough the truth of things, but otherwise...

Marie seemed sensible. And'm damn well going to be asking Maryk if he got a name off that man afore playing Shuck with him.

Mind, neither of it'll be making any difference to me in a fortnight if something can't be done. Oh, sure, grant that Lucien could probably have my arm off, but way things are going of the moment I'm not thinking that'd do aught but chase infection closer to the heart. Shrug closer into my coat and keep walking, careful and slow and wishin I had anything to say. The rain's a thin fine shower of grey in the cool air, wet as any spring, and my hand feels like old embers under its bandage, cracking with sullen heat.

[Open to Syl and Kate]
[Closed]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Wednesday, May 19th - afternoon
The Miskatonic


There are days I think I'm alright, and some days I even feel quite happy. All these months on, I hardly ever cry about it, and sometimes a whole afternoon can pass without me thinking about it. Nearly all the time I manage. But. Yesterday Tess waved when she saw me sweeping the porch, like she always does, and I thought about the few feet between the apothecary and my store and how's she still so far away from me now, and she always will be.

I think about how in November we went to the carnival, and then we went to bed together for the first time. I think about when I found her at Syl Thorn's and she said "'Afore we decided we was courtin' there was somethin' goin' on with Syl 'n me," and how I forgave her anyway, and then after Christmas she drew away from me, little by little, and then in January said she'd met a man.

I was thinking of asking her to move in with me.

I put on a brave face when I found out she was getting married. I even told her I was happy for her. If it's what she really wants, really and truly, then I am, even if it hurts me. Because that's love, isn't it? Wanting the best for the person you love.

But oh, Tess.

I leave Amanda to close up the store, and I go to the Miskatonic for coffee. There's always something comforting about that.

[open to Dorian]
[closed]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Wednesday, May 19th - afternoon
The Miskatonic


There are days I think I'm alright, and some days I even feel quite happy. All these months on, I hardly ever cry about it, and sometimes a whole afternoon can pass without me thinking about it. Nearly all the time I manage. But. Yesterday Tess waved when she saw me sweeping the porch, like she always does, and I thought about the few feet between the apothecary and my store and how's she still so far away from me now, and she always will be.

I think about how in November we went to the carnival, and then we went to bed together for the first time. I think about when I found her at Syl Thorn's and she said "'Afore we decided we was courtin' there was somethin' goin' on with Syl 'n me," and how I forgave her anyway, and then after Christmas she drew away from me, little by little, and then in January said she'd met a man.

I was thinking of asking her to move in with me.

I put on a brave face when I found out she was getting married. I even told her I was happy for her. If it's what she really wants, really and truly, then I am, even if it hurts me. Because that's love, isn't it? Wanting the best for the person you love.

But oh, Tess.

I leave Amanda to close up the store, and I go to the Miskatonic for coffee. There's always something comforting about that.

[open to Dorian]
[closed]

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