[identity profile] nansekam.livejournal.com
Early morning, Friday, the road back to Excolo

Noonday sun in my eyes on Wednesday and not a fucking clue what I was doing. Felt lightheaded, like I'd stood up too fast. Reckoned I must be on my way home, cos I recognised the road, though I swear, I swear it wasn't fucking winter. Last thing I remembered was having a raging fight with Concetta - about the abbey, mostly. Must have gone on a blinder cos I didn't remember what I'd done that morning. Anyway, so I went on home, still feeling lightheaded, and -

Almost didn't recognise Rashida when I got back. She'd aged about ten years, and I felt dizzy again, like I had a drink last night and I woke up today like - what's that bloke? Dick van Dyke? Rip van Winkle? Something like that. Like I've slept half my fucking life away. But I didn't have time to worry about that, cos Mum - She wasn't doing well. Not doing well at all. She was just...lying in bed, and she kept making this fucking gurgling sound like a baby. Just like a baby. Rashida said she'd been like that for an hour, one minute fine and the next like she'd had her brain wiped clean. And Dad... Looked fucking ancient for one thing, never seen him so frail, but I could cope with that, except then he managed to slip down the front steps worrying about Mum, and he sprained his ankle pretty badly and roughed his face up.

Pulled myself together as best I could, got him sorted out, and me and Rashida have been sitting up with Mum. Been a long day and a bit, and Rashida's barely talked to me. Said I haven't been to the house in weeks, and I don't know what she's talking about and I'm afraid to really ask. It's bad enough seeing Mum like this.

This morning I get up early and start walking out in the rain, cos I need to get to town and see if someone can come in who can help us. Times like this I wish we had a fucking doctor. Maybe someone at the abbey can help.

[OPEN]
[identity profile] nansekam.livejournal.com
Early morning, Friday, the road back to Excolo

Noonday sun in my eyes on Wednesday and not a fucking clue what I was doing. Felt lightheaded, like I'd stood up too fast. Reckoned I must be on my way home, cos I recognised the road, though I swear, I swear it wasn't fucking winter. Last thing I remembered was having a raging fight with Concetta - about the abbey, mostly. Must have gone on a blinder cos I didn't remember what I'd done that morning. Anyway, so I went on home, still feeling lightheaded, and -

Almost didn't recognise Rashida when I got back. She'd aged about ten years, and I felt dizzy again, like I had a drink last night and I woke up today like - what's that bloke? Dick van Dyke? Rip van Winkle? Something like that. Like I've slept half my fucking life away. But I didn't have time to worry about that, cos Mum - She wasn't doing well. Not doing well at all. She was just...lying in bed, and she kept making this fucking gurgling sound like a baby. Just like a baby. Rashida said she'd been like that for an hour, one minute fine and the next like she'd had her brain wiped clean. And Dad... Looked fucking ancient for one thing, never seen him so frail, but I could cope with that, except then he managed to slip down the front steps worrying about Mum, and he sprained his ankle pretty badly and roughed his face up.

Pulled myself together as best I could, got him sorted out, and me and Rashida have been sitting up with Mum. Been a long day and a bit, and Rashida's barely talked to me. Said I haven't been to the house in weeks, and I don't know what she's talking about and I'm afraid to really ask. It's bad enough seeing Mum like this.

This morning I get up early and start walking out in the rain, cos I need to get to town and see if someone can come in who can help us. Times like this I wish we had a fucking doctor. Maybe someone at the abbey can help.

[OPEN]
[identity profile] maryk-graeb.livejournal.com
By the Pontarlier
Morning, Thursday 14 January


The wind blows the corner of my overcoat aside and wraps the other tight to my legs. I squint slightly from the light reflecting off the river. The Pontarlier. I can still smell breakfast from the house behind me when the wind shifts direction slightly. It's the house I live in. With Lena and Leah and Karina. Lena's quiet. Really quiet. Maybe even a mute though I don't remember if she is or not.

Things got confusing yesterday. Things I don't seem to remember. Like the specifics about Lena. Who she is or where she's from or why she doesn't talk.

I pull my hand from my coat pocket and hold up the picture that's confused me since I found it yesterday. The blond woman isn't even familiar looking. My eyes drift up off the picture to the water again and I inhale deeply. One of three things I don't remember. I slide my hand back into my coat. Releasing the photo, I roll the gold band between my forefinger and my thumb. That's the second one. The ring and the picture were together and Karina doesn't wear a wedding band. Besides, I remember so much about Karina-- and about us-- that I don't think I'd forget being married to her.

The last one and, oddly enough, least confusing of the three, hangs heavy under my coat against my chest. What do I do for a living that requires a gun?

[OPEN to Leah]
[identity profile] maryk-graeb.livejournal.com
By the Pontarlier
Morning, Thursday 14 January


The wind blows the corner of my overcoat aside and wraps the other tight to my legs. I squint slightly from the light reflecting off the river. The Pontarlier. I can still smell breakfast from the house behind me when the wind shifts direction slightly. It's the house I live in. With Lena and Leah and Karina. Lena's quiet. Really quiet. Maybe even a mute though I don't remember if she is or not.

Things got confusing yesterday. Things I don't seem to remember. Like the specifics about Lena. Who she is or where she's from or why she doesn't talk.

I pull my hand from my coat pocket and hold up the picture that's confused me since I found it yesterday. The blond woman isn't even familiar looking. My eyes drift up off the picture to the water again and I inhale deeply. One of three things I don't remember. I slide my hand back into my coat. Releasing the photo, I roll the gold band between my forefinger and my thumb. That's the second one. The ring and the picture were together and Karina doesn't wear a wedding band. Besides, I remember so much about Karina-- and about us-- that I don't think I'd forget being married to her.

The last one and, oddly enough, least confusing of the three, hangs heavy under my coat against my chest. What do I do for a living that requires a gun?

[OPEN to Leah]
[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.

_ _                                      _ _

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.

_ _                                      _ _

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] 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] maryk-graeb.livejournal.com
The Marks Ranch
Early Morning, Sunday 8 November


Dead.

I didn't believe it. Not that I didn't think it possible, since Ares' death. Didn't want to believe it, is all. Felt it, though. I woke up Friday in a cold sweat and knew.

Dead.

I've been out here three times since. Stayed back a way the first time, when the people were still here, making sure the fire died out. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Didn't want to hear any of them speculate about what happened to her. I had my own theory.

Dead.

I kick a large piece of charcoal and it falls apart against my boot. Lúgh's death was all I needed for confirmation. He wouldn't leave her here. Not alone. Cain and I might be here for her but that's different. We're mortal. We're finite. Eris isn't finite. She might be in some way, some day, but to me, she's eternal and I know she's out there somewhere.

My eyes close slowly as I think of our last conversation. As I think of her looking like Eileen for me. As I think of her wanting Tempest drawn on her.

I pull the gun from her holster and turn off the safety.

This town, this fucking god-forsaken town. If it weren't for Leah...

I raise Tempest, both hands holding her, and fire round after round into the sky at a steady rate until the gun clicks.

"Might not be a twenty-one gun salute, Eris, but it's something."

I reload Tempest, holster her, and light a clove. Now I need to figure out where the fuck her remains are.


[OPEN]
[identity profile] maryk-graeb.livejournal.com
The Marks Ranch
Early Morning, Sunday 8 November


Dead.

I didn't believe it. Not that I didn't think it possible, since Ares' death. Didn't want to believe it, is all. Felt it, though. I woke up Friday in a cold sweat and knew.

Dead.

I've been out here three times since. Stayed back a way the first time, when the people were still here, making sure the fire died out. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Didn't want to hear any of them speculate about what happened to her. I had my own theory.

Dead.

I kick a large piece of charcoal and it falls apart against my boot. Lúgh's death was all I needed for confirmation. He wouldn't leave her here. Not alone. Cain and I might be here for her but that's different. We're mortal. We're finite. Eris isn't finite. She might be in some way, some day, but to me, she's eternal and I know she's out there somewhere.

My eyes close slowly as I think of our last conversation. As I think of her looking like Eileen for me. As I think of her wanting Tempest drawn on her.

I pull the gun from her holster and turn off the safety.

This town, this fucking god-forsaken town. If it weren't for Leah...

I raise Tempest, both hands holding her, and fire round after round into the sky at a steady rate until the gun clicks.

"Might not be a twenty-one gun salute, Eris, but it's something."

I reload Tempest, holster her, and light a clove. Now I need to figure out where the fuck her remains are.


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