[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
Somewhere between here and nowhere, between now and never
Night, Monday 21 December



Shadow draws me away from the warm bed, away from long toned legs, gentle roaming hands, and soft warm lips. Draws me through the darkness and the light and I look out upon the field I know so well. The place the soul goes before it goes on.

I know the presence here. I know it so well. It's one of mine. I wait wait wait just to watch the essence grow fuller, stronger. Not just a dream visit, not just a momentary step between the living and the dead. She is dead. Dead. Dead and here. A dark shadow smile creeps across my face.

It's sad when they die for they leave behind so much so much pain and sadness and people. They all move on, though. What else would they do? All kill themselves in grief? Ha! No. Man is stronger than that.

Something is wrong, though, as I watch this soul. The field is transformed for her to reflect what is comforting, what is familiar to her, so that this shadow land of Death won't shock the soul into an attempt to retreat back to the body that can no longer house it. That's not what is wrong. There. It shimmers. Once, twice. Three times, a shimmer and gone.

"Shadow?"

I could give chase. I could return to where I know her body is. But I don't. Not without knowing what is happening. That body was dead dead dead. No normal revival would have torn her soul from here. No human could have done that. Not human. I need to know.

"Don't assssk, Old Friend. Sssssheee isss not yourssss any longer. Never can sssssheeee be again," it says, standing beside me, an ever-changing shape of a creature. My eyes narrow as I look across the field, which begins transforming again for the new soul that is arriving already. One I don't know.

"Whose is she?" I ask and it hesitates before drawing a raspy breath.

"Lusssssifer."

A deep breath, though they aren't necessary in this place, and I turn away.

"Ssssshould I watch her ssssstill?"

I pause and shake my head. "No, Friend. She's not my concern anymore."

She never should have been to begin with. That is a mistake I will live with for the rest of my existence. Wanda why did-- I don't finish the question. There's no one to answer it anyway. Leaving the place of Death behind me, I return to where I was before.

"Forgive me, Girl. I thought it was someone important."


[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
Somewhere between here and nowhere, between now and never
Night, Monday 21 December



Shadow draws me away from the warm bed, away from long toned legs, gentle roaming hands, and soft warm lips. Draws me through the darkness and the light and I look out upon the field I know so well. The place the soul goes before it goes on.

I know the presence here. I know it so well. It's one of mine. I wait wait wait just to watch the essence grow fuller, stronger. Not just a dream visit, not just a momentary step between the living and the dead. She is dead. Dead. Dead and here. A dark shadow smile creeps across my face.

It's sad when they die for they leave behind so much so much pain and sadness and people. They all move on, though. What else would they do? All kill themselves in grief? Ha! No. Man is stronger than that.

Something is wrong, though, as I watch this soul. The field is transformed for her to reflect what is comforting, what is familiar to her, so that this shadow land of Death won't shock the soul into an attempt to retreat back to the body that can no longer house it. That's not what is wrong. There. It shimmers. Once, twice. Three times, a shimmer and gone.

"Shadow?"

I could give chase. I could return to where I know her body is. But I don't. Not without knowing what is happening. That body was dead dead dead. No normal revival would have torn her soul from here. No human could have done that. Not human. I need to know.

"Don't assssk, Old Friend. Sssssheee isss not yourssss any longer. Never can sssssheeee be again," it says, standing beside me, an ever-changing shape of a creature. My eyes narrow as I look across the field, which begins transforming again for the new soul that is arriving already. One I don't know.

"Whose is she?" I ask and it hesitates before drawing a raspy breath.

"Lusssssifer."

A deep breath, though they aren't necessary in this place, and I turn away.

"Ssssshould I watch her ssssstill?"

I pause and shake my head. "No, Friend. She's not my concern anymore."

She never should have been to begin with. That is a mistake I will live with for the rest of my existence. Wanda why did-- I don't finish the question. There's no one to answer it anyway. Leaving the place of Death behind me, I return to where I was before.

"Forgive me, Girl. I thought it was someone important."


[CLOSED]
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
Thursday, November 5th
Nighttime


Today.

I have been both desperate for this, and living in dread of it.  

Today.

Lugh appeared in my kitchen as I bustled about.  He didn't even have to say it was time.  His look said it all.

And if we only had a little more time, and this time, is all there is.

Today.  Tonight.  Now.

No more doubts or fears.  We cannot afford them.  It will serve no purpose to allow the dread in my heart to overtake me.  We will succeed.  We will rid Lucien of this.  We will all survive.  It is as simple as that.  

Now, I set off for the office, my part in this the easiest, yet the worst.  I can do this.  For him.  For us.  For the chance that we can have our life back, that we could be happy again.  I can do this.  After all, I was one of the best actresses on the continent.  

I stride down Main Street with a purpose, head high, eyes hard.  My heels click on the porch as I step up to the door.  I try the door, but it is locked.  Feigning annonyance, I rap on the door loudly and call out;  "Lucien Constantine, you get down here now!  We need to talk!"

I can do this.  I can do this.

(Closed)
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
Thursday, November 5th
Nighttime


Today.

I have been both desperate for this, and living in dread of it.  

Today.

Lugh appeared in my kitchen as I bustled about.  He didn't even have to say it was time.  His look said it all.

And if we only had a little more time, and this time, is all there is.

Today.  Tonight.  Now.

No more doubts or fears.  We cannot afford them.  It will serve no purpose to allow the dread in my heart to overtake me.  We will succeed.  We will rid Lucien of this.  We will all survive.  It is as simple as that.  

Now, I set off for the office, my part in this the easiest, yet the worst.  I can do this.  For him.  For us.  For the chance that we can have our life back, that we could be happy again.  I can do this.  After all, I was one of the best actresses on the continent.  

I stride down Main Street with a purpose, head high, eyes hard.  My heels click on the porch as I step up to the door.  I try the door, but it is locked.  Feigning annonyance, I rap on the door loudly and call out;  "Lucien Constantine, you get down here now!  We need to talk!"

I can do this.  I can do this.

(Closed)
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
The Marks Ranch
Dawn, Thursday 5 November


Today has come.

I knew it would.

Like the sand knows the surf will come.

It always does.

The house is silent. It has been since he left. There's no joy here any more. Her smiles all are tinged with sadness. Her anger is tinged with sadness. How long will it go on and on and on like this?

I watch her from the doorway as she lays on the chaise in the courtyard, eyes staring blankly at the yellow and orange and blue tinted clouds passing overhead lazily. Might be more rain soon.


[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
The Marks Ranch
Dawn, Thursday 5 November


Today has come.

I knew it would.

Like the sand knows the surf will come.

It always does.

The house is silent. It has been since he left. There's no joy here any more. Her smiles all are tinged with sadness. Her anger is tinged with sadness. How long will it go on and on and on like this?

I watch her from the doorway as she lays on the chaise in the courtyard, eyes staring blankly at the yellow and orange and blue tinted clouds passing overhead lazily. Might be more rain soon.


[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Sunday, 25th October - late morning

It's another bright day, the sun very hot for late October. I've just spent the last hour in the coolness of church, first the abbey and then St Willigis. I'm still trying to work out how I can best pay my devotions at both. I'm not sure it will be practical to try to go to both each week. Perhaps I can alternate...

I smile and exchange greetings with a few people after the service, though my mind is elsewhere. Tess came to St Willigis with me, and the whole time she was sitting next to me I was thinking about my conversation with Parras. It made it difficult to concentrate on Laurence's sermon, but I think he spoke well. He seems so different now; so much more confident and at ease. I feel a little pang, wondering if he'd been more like this when we first met if things would have been different for us somehow. But there is no point thinking of that.

I wait outside the church for everyone to leave, and then I step back inside.

"Laurence," I say. "Thank you for another lovely service. I - I need to talk to you about... the thing we are planning to do for the doctor."

[Open to Laurence & Lugh]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Sunday, 25th October - late morning

It's another bright day, the sun very hot for late October. I've just spent the last hour in the coolness of church, first the abbey and then St Willigis. I'm still trying to work out how I can best pay my devotions at both. I'm not sure it will be practical to try to go to both each week. Perhaps I can alternate...

I smile and exchange greetings with a few people after the service, though my mind is elsewhere. Tess came to St Willigis with me, and the whole time she was sitting next to me I was thinking about my conversation with Parras. It made it difficult to concentrate on Laurence's sermon, but I think he spoke well. He seems so different now; so much more confident and at ease. I feel a little pang, wondering if he'd been more like this when we first met if things would have been different for us somehow. But there is no point thinking of that.

I wait outside the church for everyone to leave, and then I step back inside.

"Laurence," I say. "Thank you for another lovely service. I - I need to talk to you about... the thing we are planning to do for the doctor."

[Open to Laurence & Lugh]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
1Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the desert, 2where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.

3The devil said to him, "If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread."

4Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone.'"

5The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7So if you worship me, it will all be yours."

8Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'"

9The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, "throw yourself down from here. 10For it is written:
" 'He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully;
11they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"


12Jesus answered, "It says: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"

13When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time. (Luke 4:1-13 NIV)



There is a good amount of people here. The room does not overflow, but every seat is filled. I do not know that the topic of my sermon has converted anyone, but I have hope that it will at least give some second thoughts about dealing with the Thing in the Tower and the others who walk among us.

I finish with a prayer that I lead us all in, giving thanks and asking for protection and leadership. I also pray for the Reaves family, and the Marks family as well. When I am done and I lift my head, I give everyone a smile.

"Thank you all again for coming. You are more than welcome to stay and partake in a meal with us." I motion to the table that Cain and Kaeli helped me set up. Then I step from the pulpit and move into the crowd, shaking hands and giving smiles to those who reach out to me in congratulations or something. But this is not about me. I hope that they realize that. The Wilsons are here, I notice and give them a smile. They begin to make a beeline for me and I brace myself, hoping I can find someone else to talk to before Amanda is thrust upon me again.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
1Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the desert, 2where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.

3The devil said to him, "If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread."

4Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone.'"

5The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7So if you worship me, it will all be yours."

8Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'"

9The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, "throw yourself down from here. 10For it is written:
" 'He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully;
11they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"


12Jesus answered, "It says: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"

13When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time. (Luke 4:1-13 NIV)



There is a good amount of people here. The room does not overflow, but every seat is filled. I do not know that the topic of my sermon has converted anyone, but I have hope that it will at least give some second thoughts about dealing with the Thing in the Tower and the others who walk among us.

I finish with a prayer that I lead us all in, giving thanks and asking for protection and leadership. I also pray for the Reaves family, and the Marks family as well. When I am done and I lift my head, I give everyone a smile.

"Thank you all again for coming. You are more than welcome to stay and partake in a meal with us." I motion to the table that Cain and Kaeli helped me set up. Then I step from the pulpit and move into the crowd, shaking hands and giving smiles to those who reach out to me in congratulations or something. But this is not about me. I hope that they realize that. The Wilsons are here, I notice and give them a smile. They begin to make a beeline for me and I brace myself, hoping I can find someone else to talk to before Amanda is thrust upon me again.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
Lady's Stable
Morning, Thursday 15 October


I hate this town.

I've avoided people since talking to Laurence. I've avoided the town since I left his Church. I'm no more clear-headed than I was before talking to him. No more certain of my path ahead after whispering prayers to the cross hung on the wall. Didn't think I would. That god has been dead and gone for years years years. Maybe like Ares. Waiting waiting waiting for the End to shower down his wrathful justice while his creations go on about their lives. Fucking and killing and fucking again. How useless. How pitiful. Almost makes me sick.

I hate this vow.

Leave the ranch. Eris still won't speak. Still hasn't moved. My brother died and I have lost my wife. Part of me pines for home. I should leave and go home. With Eris in tow.

Yet here I am, standing at the stable entrance of Miss Kate O'Hara on an errand to end the suffering of a mortal's soul, of a man that will, in all likelihood, continue to despise me after it is done and he is whole. For a man and a woman who will most likely go crazy or fall out of love or die before they truly understand what they have.

I hate this.

But I like you, Lady. I reach up and touch her mane softly. I've always liked animals. They're so much simpler. Like me. Like us. Animals are like gods are like animals.


[OPEN to Kate]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
Lady's Stable
Morning, Thursday 15 October


I hate this town.

I've avoided people since talking to Laurence. I've avoided the town since I left his Church. I'm no more clear-headed than I was before talking to him. No more certain of my path ahead after whispering prayers to the cross hung on the wall. Didn't think I would. That god has been dead and gone for years years years. Maybe like Ares. Waiting waiting waiting for the End to shower down his wrathful justice while his creations go on about their lives. Fucking and killing and fucking again. How useless. How pitiful. Almost makes me sick.

I hate this vow.

Leave the ranch. Eris still won't speak. Still hasn't moved. My brother died and I have lost my wife. Part of me pines for home. I should leave and go home. With Eris in tow.

Yet here I am, standing at the stable entrance of Miss Kate O'Hara on an errand to end the suffering of a mortal's soul, of a man that will, in all likelihood, continue to despise me after it is done and he is whole. For a man and a woman who will most likely go crazy or fall out of love or die before they truly understand what they have.

I hate this.

But I like you, Lady. I reach up and touch her mane softly. I've always liked animals. They're so much simpler. Like me. Like us. Animals are like gods are like animals.


[OPEN to Kate]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
Silk Road
Late Afternoon, Wednesday 14 October


He left today.

Eris has spent all day in the courtyard. I tried talking to her. I tried moving her. Nothing works. I can't imagine the pain she's in. Can't imagine how personally she takes his leaving, even when she shouldn't. I know she feels like we always leave her.

Ares may have. I will not.

Left the ranch earlier this afternoon. Needed to vent my own anger, my own pain. Ares shouldn't have left her. Left us.

I know where he is. Shadow has seen him.

Hera better not have lied to me...

So, here I am. Alone. On Silk Road. The rage boils barely under my surface. I snarl at some kids and they rush off to the other side of the street. An old woman shakes her head at me disapprovingly. I make her think I look like a wolfman.

I hate this fucking town.

[OPEN]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
Silk Road
Late Afternoon, Wednesday 14 October


He left today.

Eris has spent all day in the courtyard. I tried talking to her. I tried moving her. Nothing works. I can't imagine the pain she's in. Can't imagine how personally she takes his leaving, even when she shouldn't. I know she feels like we always leave her.

Ares may have. I will not.

Left the ranch earlier this afternoon. Needed to vent my own anger, my own pain. Ares shouldn't have left her. Left us.

I know where he is. Shadow has seen him.

Hera better not have lied to me...

So, here I am. Alone. On Silk Road. The rage boils barely under my surface. I snarl at some kids and they rush off to the other side of the street. An old woman shakes her head at me disapprovingly. I make her think I look like a wolfman.

I hate this fucking town.

[OPEN]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] ares-thracian.livejournal.com
Tuesday, October 13th
Day 135
Morning


I have not slept. The bitch has deviled me for the past two days; everywhere I look she is there. She was there last night, where I went to get far away from here. Away from this town, away from the fire that seems to plague this body, away from it all. As far and as fast as I rode, the moment I stopped, she was there and her laughter made the flames inside me rise higher. That was the last thing I heard, before the blood and the pain and the clash of swords in battle. When I could hear again, there was nothing but silence as the town burned around me, the ground littered with bodies and soaked in blood. There was nothing left but me and my laughter roared over the flames.

The pen pauses in my hand as I think on these things and my resolve is firmer than it ever was. I need to get far the fuck away from this town and fast, before it happens again and there’s nothing left but blood and ash. As much as it made my blood sing, the core of what I am stretch to free itself from its confines, and I am losing control. I will not allow it to happen here.

All of the books, records and other various items will be moved tomorrow and weapons sent to their designated places. The papers for Simon have been signed, and all I have left to finish is this wretched paper in front of me. If I can fucking finish it. Who would have thought something as simple as this would prove to be such a cunt. As for the rest in this house, I care not. I have clung to it all for far longer than I should, it is time to leave it behind. Save the things that have always belonged to me and are part of what I am, and one more thing beyond that. As I think of it, my fingers run down the near smooth edges of the bit of stone that still hangs from a leather thong around my neck. My lips pull into a small grin as I bend my head and pen the words that would not come before.

My grin grows wider as the others in the house stir and I fold the last letter and place it in an envelope with the other documents and the bit of metal that will accompany it. Everything is set. As I leave, I close the door to my room and head for the main one. I was mistaken, there is one more thing I must do. Now let’s see if she’ll let me go. Not that she has a choice.

[OPEN TO LÚGH AND ERIS]   [CLOSED]
[identity profile] ares-thracian.livejournal.com
Tuesday, October 13th
Day 135
Morning


I have not slept. The bitch has deviled me for the past two days; everywhere I look she is there. She was there last night, where I went to get far away from here. Away from this town, away from the fire that seems to plague this body, away from it all. As far and as fast as I rode, the moment I stopped, she was there and her laughter made the flames inside me rise higher. That was the last thing I heard, before the blood and the pain and the clash of swords in battle. When I could hear again, there was nothing but silence as the town burned around me, the ground littered with bodies and soaked in blood. There was nothing left but me and my laughter roared over the flames.

The pen pauses in my hand as I think on these things and my resolve is firmer than it ever was. I need to get far the fuck away from this town and fast, before it happens again and there’s nothing left but blood and ash. As much as it made my blood sing, the core of what I am stretch to free itself from its confines, and I am losing control. I will not allow it to happen here.

All of the books, records and other various items will be moved tomorrow and weapons sent to their designated places. The papers for Simon have been signed, and all I have left to finish is this wretched paper in front of me. If I can fucking finish it. Who would have thought something as simple as this would prove to be such a cunt. As for the rest in this house, I care not. I have clung to it all for far longer than I should, it is time to leave it behind. Save the things that have always belonged to me and are part of what I am, and one more thing beyond that. As I think of it, my fingers run down the near smooth edges of the bit of stone that still hangs from a leather thong around my neck. My lips pull into a small grin as I bend my head and pen the words that would not come before.

My grin grows wider as the others in the house stir and I fold the last letter and place it in an envelope with the other documents and the bit of metal that will accompany it. Everything is set. As I leave, I close the door to my room and head for the main one. I was mistaken, there is one more thing I must do. Now let’s see if she’ll let me go. Not that she has a choice.

[OPEN TO LÚGH AND ERIS]   [CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
The New Church
Evening, Monday 12 October


Eris told me this morning that Brother Laurence has got a new church. He's been working on it for a while. So much for spending time at the office. This new church is right across the street.

I'm leaning in the doorway of the paper, watching Laurence moving around his new place. The laborers he hired have already left for the day as the shadows are starting to lengthen. I pull the fedora I'm wearing a little lower on one side and walk across the street.

Decided that today was a day worthy of wearing more clothing than I've deigned to wear lately. Blue jeans, motorcycle boots, a white button down shirt, and a blue leather jacket. Took me a while to do it, but I finally went through the wardrobe Ares has at the ranch.

I knock on the open front door. "Excuse me. Brother Tillerman?"

[OPEN to Laurence]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
The New Church
Evening, Monday 12 October


Eris told me this morning that Brother Laurence has got a new church. He's been working on it for a while. So much for spending time at the office. This new church is right across the street.

I'm leaning in the doorway of the paper, watching Laurence moving around his new place. The laborers he hired have already left for the day as the shadows are starting to lengthen. I pull the fedora I'm wearing a little lower on one side and walk across the street.

Decided that today was a day worthy of wearing more clothing than I've deigned to wear lately. Blue jeans, motorcycle boots, a white button down shirt, and a blue leather jacket. Took me a while to do it, but I finally went through the wardrobe Ares has at the ranch.

I knock on the open front door. "Excuse me. Brother Tillerman?"

[OPEN to Laurence]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
The Road to the Ranch
Late Afternoon, Monday 5 October


I returned home from Karina's and lost myself with Eris, hiding that cold stone weight settled inside me. All those "what ifs" and "maybes" drowned out by the way she smells and how she feels and the noises that I've only ever heard her make. Hours and hours we shared each other. Drained, I finally slept. She left the bed at some point. I can feel her somewhere here in the house, Chaos loosely wrapped round her like a robe. Probably the only thing wrapped round her, too.

Consider going to her, since that bloody feeling is already on the return. Something else tugs at me, though. Someone else. Wanda. I smile until I feel how ragged she feels. Both of them. My wards. My loves. Falling apart, it seems.

Shadow brings me to a tree along the road to the ranch. She's not that far, walking towards me. Determined. I set my hands on the tree limb I'm crouched on and drop my weight down, swinging my legs out and landing in the middle of the road. Slowly, I stand and smile at her.

"You don't look like you're in any shape for fighting Ares today."

[OPEN to Wanda]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com
The Road to the Ranch
Late Afternoon, Monday 5 October


I returned home from Karina's and lost myself with Eris, hiding that cold stone weight settled inside me. All those "what ifs" and "maybes" drowned out by the way she smells and how she feels and the noises that I've only ever heard her make. Hours and hours we shared each other. Drained, I finally slept. She left the bed at some point. I can feel her somewhere here in the house, Chaos loosely wrapped round her like a robe. Probably the only thing wrapped round her, too.

Consider going to her, since that bloody feeling is already on the return. Something else tugs at me, though. Someone else. Wanda. I smile until I feel how ragged she feels. Both of them. My wards. My loves. Falling apart, it seems.

Shadow brings me to a tree along the road to the ranch. She's not that far, walking towards me. Determined. I set my hands on the tree limb I'm crouched on and drop my weight down, swinging my legs out and landing in the middle of the road. Slowly, I stand and smile at her.

"You don't look like you're in any shape for fighting Ares today."

[OPEN to Wanda]

[CLOSED]

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