[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
Saturday night, July 4th [Day 399]
Late night at the Tavern of Hell


I love Saturday nights at the Tavern and tonight's no different.  I'm drinking with a few of the regulars, laughing and toasting to everyone's good health and good crops when I get the first tickle of something unusual.  I offer everyone a second round, on me and the cheers sound to the rafters.  Liquor flows and someone's singing as I slip away, heading to my rooms.

Standing in front of the Tapestry, I examine it, looking for out-of-place pieces and patterns.  I can't see what everyone's doing in town but that's not what this is about and it's not what I'm trying to find out about anyway. 

I gently brush the material, fingers tracing over various threads until I come to those of my people.  Lannie's sleeping, Thomas is downstairs and Jarmyn's still at work.  That only leaves Iago, which could mean just about anything really.  Mischief should be his middle name.

There.

Three lines converge and then turn into two.  Someone's died and there's another tickle, leaving only one line now.  Only Iago.  Hmm... 

I patiently wait and watch.  Will that one thread fall away too?  ...no, and it changes again, brightening and fading as the tickle changes into sharp slivers.  Iago's dying but it's too soon, even for him.  I should do something about it.  He's earned that, at least.

I smile as I touch his fading thread.  Gently, I stretch it out, untangling and smoothing the other two threads wrapped around it.  One of them's familiar but the other one could be anyone.  I shrug, unconcerned as I encourage renewal.  I can't do this all the time but he's special, to me anyway and besides, it's not his time to go yet.  Not for the other two either and I laugh as I make all three threads flare at once.

I'm happy, happier than I've been in a while and that follows me all the way back downstairs as I call for another round of drinks on the house.

[Closed]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
Saturday night, July 4th [Day 399]
Late night at the Tavern of Hell


I love Saturday nights at the Tavern and tonight's no different.  I'm drinking with a few of the regulars, laughing and toasting to everyone's good health and good crops when I get the first tickle of something unusual.  I offer everyone a second round, on me and the cheers sound to the rafters.  Liquor flows and someone's singing as I slip away, heading to my rooms.

Standing in front of the Tapestry, I examine it, looking for out-of-place pieces and patterns.  I can't see what everyone's doing in town but that's not what this is about and it's not what I'm trying to find out about anyway. 

I gently brush the material, fingers tracing over various threads until I come to those of my people.  Lannie's sleeping, Thomas is downstairs and Jarmyn's still at work.  That only leaves Iago, which could mean just about anything really.  Mischief should be his middle name.

There.

Three lines converge and then turn into two.  Someone's died and there's another tickle, leaving only one line now.  Only Iago.  Hmm... 

I patiently wait and watch.  Will that one thread fall away too?  ...no, and it changes again, brightening and fading as the tickle changes into sharp slivers.  Iago's dying but it's too soon, even for him.  I should do something about it.  He's earned that, at least.

I smile as I touch his fading thread.  Gently, I stretch it out, untangling and smoothing the other two threads wrapped around it.  One of them's familiar but the other one could be anyone.  I shrug, unconcerned as I encourage renewal.  I can't do this all the time but he's special, to me anyway and besides, it's not his time to go yet.  Not for the other two either and I laugh as I make all three threads flare at once.

I'm happy, happier than I've been in a while and that follows me all the way back downstairs as I call for another round of drinks on the house.

[Closed]
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Late Monday afternoon
7th June, Day 372
Tavern of Hell, Verdandi’s apt.



Woke up this morning to snow, of all things, and after I finished swearing and putting on all my winter clothes, I went down to the kitchen. Of course everyone else at the ‘Boy thought the snow was very strange, but for Excolo, strange is pretty usual, I’m coming to realize. And there are worse things than snow, certainly, especially when you have somewhere warm to stay.

The best thing I can think of to do when it’s cold outside is find a kitchen and something hot to eat and not go anywhere, but thinking about Verdi got to bothering me again and it came to me that I should go see how Verite’s doing by herself in the cold. Felt like I shouldn’t go see either of them without bringing something, though, and so I asked Mrs. Danvers would she let me use her kitchen if I brought in my own things and cleaned up afterwards. After she sat me down and made me tell her what exactly I planned to do in her kitchen, she said I could bake as many pies as I wanted to, provided I left some for the people at the ‘Boy, which of course I was going to do anyway.

I learned to bake from a man who knew his business, though I wouldn’t try to compete with the bakery here or the girl who sells pies at the Saturday market. The half dozen apple pies turned out pretty well, I think, so I wrapped up three of them, put on my coat, and went out into the snow and falling light feeling better than I have in a long time.

The first pie I leave with Alice at the Inn, with instructions to save some for Valmont and Hermia and not to give any at all to Micah. The second I take over to the Salon and leave with Ri, promising that I’ll come over tomorrow to help her make dinner for her family. And with the third pie still steaming in my hands I turn toward the Tavern, scared and happy and relieved all together.

Nod to Thomas as I go in and straight up the stairs. It’s been more than a month, I realize, and I have missed her so badly. To hell with Iago Beddau and his stories. You can’t murder someone who’s bringing you apple pie.




[OPEN to Verdi]
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Late Monday afternoon
7th June, Day 372
Tavern of Hell, Verdandi’s apt.



Woke up this morning to snow, of all things, and after I finished swearing and putting on all my winter clothes, I went down to the kitchen. Of course everyone else at the ‘Boy thought the snow was very strange, but for Excolo, strange is pretty usual, I’m coming to realize. And there are worse things than snow, certainly, especially when you have somewhere warm to stay.

The best thing I can think of to do when it’s cold outside is find a kitchen and something hot to eat and not go anywhere, but thinking about Verdi got to bothering me again and it came to me that I should go see how Verite’s doing by herself in the cold. Felt like I shouldn’t go see either of them without bringing something, though, and so I asked Mrs. Danvers would she let me use her kitchen if I brought in my own things and cleaned up afterwards. After she sat me down and made me tell her what exactly I planned to do in her kitchen, she said I could bake as many pies as I wanted to, provided I left some for the people at the ‘Boy, which of course I was going to do anyway.

I learned to bake from a man who knew his business, though I wouldn’t try to compete with the bakery here or the girl who sells pies at the Saturday market. The half dozen apple pies turned out pretty well, I think, so I wrapped up three of them, put on my coat, and went out into the snow and falling light feeling better than I have in a long time.

The first pie I leave with Alice at the Inn, with instructions to save some for Valmont and Hermia and not to give any at all to Micah. The second I take over to the Salon and leave with Ri, promising that I’ll come over tomorrow to help her make dinner for her family. And with the third pie still steaming in my hands I turn toward the Tavern, scared and happy and relieved all together.

Nod to Thomas as I go in and straight up the stairs. It’s been more than a month, I realize, and I have missed her so badly. To hell with Iago Beddau and his stories. You can’t murder someone who’s bringing you apple pie.




[OPEN to Verdi]
[CLOSED]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Monday, April 26 (Day330)]
[Evening, Tavern of Hell, Verdi’s apartment]

[continued from here]

I talk about conquerors and their ages and I'm not surprised that he wasn't one of those.  It's not something that happens a lot anymore, not that I know of anyway and he seems too gentle to be a conquering would-be jarl.  He talks about the places he's been to, saying, "Just started out going south, because I figured it’d be warmer. West, too, sometimes. Don’t like to stay too long in one place, though. Excolo’s good for now."

I smile at him. "I didn't want to stay too long either but this town keeps you.  The people, the electricity and there's something in the air too.  It's dangerous some nights but I think those are the nights when I like it best.  All the excitement makes the quiet nights worth it."  We talk about what he does for fun and I laugh and say, "I like all those things, and we have a carnival too. Have you been out there yet?"

Virginity is a bubble in the froth of life - one prick and it's gone )

[Open to Jarmyn]
[Closed]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Monday, April 26 (Day330)]
[Evening, Tavern of Hell, Verdi’s apartment]

[continued from here]

I talk about conquerors and their ages and I'm not surprised that he wasn't one of those.  It's not something that happens a lot anymore, not that I know of anyway and he seems too gentle to be a conquering would-be jarl.  He talks about the places he's been to, saying, "Just started out going south, because I figured it’d be warmer. West, too, sometimes. Don’t like to stay too long in one place, though. Excolo’s good for now."

I smile at him. "I didn't want to stay too long either but this town keeps you.  The people, the electricity and there's something in the air too.  It's dangerous some nights but I think those are the nights when I like it best.  All the excitement makes the quiet nights worth it."  We talk about what he does for fun and I laugh and say, "I like all those things, and we have a carnival too. Have you been out there yet?"

Virginity is a bubble in the froth of life - one prick and it's gone )

[Open to Jarmyn]
[Closed]
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
[Monday, 26 April, early evening]
[Day 330]
[Tavern of Hell, Verdi’s apartment]


Forgot Sunday was the day Ri took off, or I’d have made more plans to be scarce yesterday. As it was we sort of danced around each other. I cooked, and she went out to shop but didn’t come back with anything,and it was just awkward as hell. Ended up going over to the ‘Boy early and fiddling the alarm system and the hinges and anything else I could find until Miao made me sit down and have some tea with her. Didn’t exactly tell her what was wrong, but I think she guessed something was up.

Woke up this morning dreading my own night off, which I don’t think has ever happened before. Managed to doze on the couch until noon, and then Verite decided that she needed to do things in her room. Couldn’t think of anything left to cook, either, and though the day’s nice enough I’m sick of taking walks. For once I found myself wishing for some work to do outside, splitting rails or hauling brush. Something hard. Because anything’s easier than being in a space with someone just barely tolerating you.

Get thinking on hard things, then, and Arkady, and Iago, and Verdi. One I’ve not seen lately and one wouldn’t have me and one…one is lovely and lithe and strong enough to move me where she wants and hold me there, and smile all while she’s doing it. There’s a twist of something in me that eases when I think of that, and I gather up my courage and go ask Ri if she’d mind.

She says no, why would she, and I think she means it, so I make myself ask she minds if I spend the night at the Tavern, if Verdi wants me. She says I can stay if I want to, and then she goes out in the shop, though I know she’s nothing to do out there. So I have my shower, scalding hot and short, and find my nice jeans and a clean shirt and walk down to the Tavern with my hair still a bit wet.

Thomas is at the bar when I go in, and he pours me a shot of brandy for my nerves, and we flirt a little, quietly, though I think he’s doing it more for the game of it than anything else. He doesn’t seem surprised when I ask after Verdi, and tells me she’s in her apartment and I should go on up. I don’t want the man, but I do like him, and so I tip him and climb the stairs, my hands shaking a little because the liquor hasn’t quite kicked in. I steady myself to knock, and then I lean against the wall just outside, wishing I’d let her know I was coming, or brought something for a gift.

[OPEN to Verdandi]
CLOSED
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
[Monday, 26 April, early evening]
[Day 330]
[Tavern of Hell, Verdi’s apartment]


Forgot Sunday was the day Ri took off, or I’d have made more plans to be scarce yesterday. As it was we sort of danced around each other. I cooked, and she went out to shop but didn’t come back with anything,and it was just awkward as hell. Ended up going over to the ‘Boy early and fiddling the alarm system and the hinges and anything else I could find until Miao made me sit down and have some tea with her. Didn’t exactly tell her what was wrong, but I think she guessed something was up.

Woke up this morning dreading my own night off, which I don’t think has ever happened before. Managed to doze on the couch until noon, and then Verite decided that she needed to do things in her room. Couldn’t think of anything left to cook, either, and though the day’s nice enough I’m sick of taking walks. For once I found myself wishing for some work to do outside, splitting rails or hauling brush. Something hard. Because anything’s easier than being in a space with someone just barely tolerating you.

Get thinking on hard things, then, and Arkady, and Iago, and Verdi. One I’ve not seen lately and one wouldn’t have me and one…one is lovely and lithe and strong enough to move me where she wants and hold me there, and smile all while she’s doing it. There’s a twist of something in me that eases when I think of that, and I gather up my courage and go ask Ri if she’d mind.

She says no, why would she, and I think she means it, so I make myself ask she minds if I spend the night at the Tavern, if Verdi wants me. She says I can stay if I want to, and then she goes out in the shop, though I know she’s nothing to do out there. So I have my shower, scalding hot and short, and find my nice jeans and a clean shirt and walk down to the Tavern with my hair still a bit wet.

Thomas is at the bar when I go in, and he pours me a shot of brandy for my nerves, and we flirt a little, quietly, though I think he’s doing it more for the game of it than anything else. He doesn’t seem surprised when I ask after Verdi, and tells me she’s in her apartment and I should go on up. I don’t want the man, but I do like him, and so I tip him and climb the stairs, my hands shaking a little because the liquor hasn’t quite kicked in. I steady myself to knock, and then I lean against the wall just outside, wishing I’d let her know I was coming, or brought something for a gift.

[OPEN to Verdandi]
CLOSED
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Thursday evening, April 8 (Day 312)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]



I've been looking forward to this more than anything and it's a nice change feeling upbeat.  I cleaned the whole apartment, laid a pretty tablecloth on the dining table and changed my sheets to the softest ones I have.  Cookie's food is in the oven, staying warm and a tasty dessert from the bakery is waiting in the icebox.

Two crates of bottles were brought up from the basement, filled with everything from my old favorites to the new beers that Cookie and I sampled a while ago.  I spin around, light on my feet as my dress caresses my thighs and I raise my hands when I spin around a second time.  I have a good feeling about tonight and if I have my way, they will too.

I remember one last thing and place a pretty bowl on the table, filled with oranges, apples and a peach or two from downstairs.  Everything looks ready for company and I smile brightly in my excitement.  Now all I need are my guests and as if they knew my thoughts, there's a knock at the door.  I check my dress and hair one more time and smile sweetly as I open the front door and say, "Hi!  Come in.  I'm so glad you could make it."


[Open to Jarmyn and Verite]
[Warning - Sexual and violent content (S&M themes)]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Thursday evening, April 8 (Day 312)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]



I've been looking forward to this more than anything and it's a nice change feeling upbeat.  I cleaned the whole apartment, laid a pretty tablecloth on the dining table and changed my sheets to the softest ones I have.  Cookie's food is in the oven, staying warm and a tasty dessert from the bakery is waiting in the icebox.

Two crates of bottles were brought up from the basement, filled with everything from my old favorites to the new beers that Cookie and I sampled a while ago.  I spin around, light on my feet as my dress caresses my thighs and I raise my hands when I spin around a second time.  I have a good feeling about tonight and if I have my way, they will too.

I remember one last thing and place a pretty bowl on the table, filled with oranges, apples and a peach or two from downstairs.  Everything looks ready for company and I smile brightly in my excitement.  Now all I need are my guests and as if they knew my thoughts, there's a knock at the door.  I check my dress and hair one more time and smile sweetly as I open the front door and say, "Hi!  Come in.  I'm so glad you could make it."


[Open to Jarmyn and Verite]
[Warning - Sexual and violent content (S&M themes)]
[identity profile] silence-excolo.livejournal.com
 [Tuesday, April 6th(Day 310)]
[Tavern of Hell]
[Early morning]


I might have been the only person in the whole of the Carnivale that still needed sleep after last week. My body was worn, exhausted; He kept me awake, afraid he would, I dunno, lose me. So when I- he finally let me sleep, I slept hard. And I dreamt; no vast landscapes, no strange quests or missing, heh, hands. I dreamt, strangely enough, of apples.

Of golden threads stretching back deep into the night, & where they ended dripping red. Of knives & teeth, freshly turned earth. There is a gate- was a gate. We stood before it, he & I, holding the scales. But no one came.

And there were so many stars.

It didn't make sense before, scattered amongst the rest of my thoughts. But something has changed. I know it. Fate shifted, left a small hole, then filled it again. I feel it in my gut & it makes me ache but I don't know why. I think- there's somewhere I need to be. Needed. So I get up & dressed & walk out of my trailer. It's early yet, slight chill in the morning air, the sky a pale yellow-grey behind the drizzle. I open up, listening, feeling & start walking. I don't know yet where I'm going, but it seems to be in to town. I can smell something sweet in the air, so I follow it. Apples again, but more cooked? No, not quite. Fermented, I think.

The walk isn't long, but it leads me to a large tree, possibly the largest tree I've ever seen, with leaves that glitter gold in the morning sun (but it's raining, how-). The trunk is massive, it's bark the texture of old silver, & the roots deep. It seems to be growing out of a building.

No. It is a building. Why did I think it was a tree? It's a building, a tavern by the looks of it. It's quiet- well, it's a bit early, I suppose, to be visiting a bar. The sweet smell pulls at me & I approach the door-

"I was supposed to meet you," I say suddenly, softly, "but I was late." The leaves (no, not leaves...?) rustle in response, but I can't understand the Patterns just yet. Almost, but not yet. I'm supposed to meet someone here? Huh. Guess I'll find out who, then, & I push the door open.

[Open to Verdandi]
[identity profile] silence-excolo.livejournal.com
 [Tuesday, April 6th(Day 310)]
[Tavern of Hell]
[Early morning]


I might have been the only person in the whole of the Carnivale that still needed sleep after last week. My body was worn, exhausted; He kept me awake, afraid he would, I dunno, lose me. So when I- he finally let me sleep, I slept hard. And I dreamt; no vast landscapes, no strange quests or missing, heh, hands. I dreamt, strangely enough, of apples.

Of golden threads stretching back deep into the night, & where they ended dripping red. Of knives & teeth, freshly turned earth. There is a gate- was a gate. We stood before it, he & I, holding the scales. But no one came.

And there were so many stars.

It didn't make sense before, scattered amongst the rest of my thoughts. But something has changed. I know it. Fate shifted, left a small hole, then filled it again. I feel it in my gut & it makes me ache but I don't know why. I think- there's somewhere I need to be. Needed. So I get up & dressed & walk out of my trailer. It's early yet, slight chill in the morning air, the sky a pale yellow-grey behind the drizzle. I open up, listening, feeling & start walking. I don't know yet where I'm going, but it seems to be in to town. I can smell something sweet in the air, so I follow it. Apples again, but more cooked? No, not quite. Fermented, I think.

The walk isn't long, but it leads me to a large tree, possibly the largest tree I've ever seen, with leaves that glitter gold in the morning sun (but it's raining, how-). The trunk is massive, it's bark the texture of old silver, & the roots deep. It seems to be growing out of a building.

No. It is a building. Why did I think it was a tree? It's a building, a tavern by the looks of it. It's quiet- well, it's a bit early, I suppose, to be visiting a bar. The sweet smell pulls at me & I approach the door-

"I was supposed to meet you," I say suddenly, softly, "but I was late." The leaves (no, not leaves...?) rustle in response, but I can't understand the Patterns just yet. Almost, but not yet. I'm supposed to meet someone here? Huh. Guess I'll find out who, then, & I push the door open.

[Open to Verdandi]
[identity profile] hermia-sophia.livejournal.com
Sunday, April 4
The garden behind the Whitechapel Inn

We awoke in each other's arms, both terrified. Valmont, because he feared that I was being attacked; I because I felt something wrong in the world, something beyond the long sleep and painful thirst and weakness. Some ripple of Power that was twisted and wrong. But under it all I could sense Nanshe's presence helping to set the dream-world right again. And Valmont and I had each other, and we were safe, and despite everything, that makes the waking world right.

And neither of us wanted to postpone the ceremony. We wanted - no, needed to continue. Needed to make some new beginning, needed to make life go on as it was supposed to.

And so, still shaky, we went to the abbey this morning at dawn.

Valmont said that I was the one guiding this part of our wedding solemnities, for I was the one closer to the gods. So I arranged the offerings for us to burn on Nanshe's altar: two little bundles, both the same. Not hair. Not incense. Not anything that would be in an Athenian wedding offering to the gods. We are making our own way, here.

So there are herbs from the garden that I planted and he cooks from. The first lilacs that Valmont gave me, and the lilies I gave him, both now dried into fragrant shadows of themselves. Splinters of wood from an empty keg for his profession; scraps of paper from an old book for mine. (Lydia offered me a book that was falling apart anyway; I would never have taken a page from a book otherwise! She gave us a gift, too: a lovely leather-bound and gilt-edged volume of Yeats.) And cotton candy - even though it made everything terribly sticky and I feared it would melt, I had to put cotton candy in there, for the memory of that first night that we soared above Excolo on the ferris wheel and felt as if we were flying. And because it made both of us laugh when I put it in, and we should begin our life together with laughter.

We smile as we light our offerings, and as we smell the fragrance as it floats up to the heavens.

Now, back in the garden behind the inn, I smile again as I wait to take my place next to Valmont and in front of Mab. I've found more lilacs for the bouquet, white and purple both, standing out against the shimmering deep blue fabric of my gown.

I have no parents to bring me to the altar, and neither does Valmont. We just have ourselves, and are giving ourselves to each other.

There they all are. Our friends - all of the people who have grown dear to us in the last year. Our Alice, looking lovely and more grown-up than ever. Mab, tall and serious. And Valmont, who looks so magnificent that my heart leaps at the sight.

I feel a nervous thrill run through me as I step out. Dear gods, I'm getting married! For an instant, I'm terrified, as I stare down that long aisle. But then I realize, why should I be afraid? At the end of the aisle is Valmont. I have nothing to fear as long as he is there.

At the end of my long journey, he was here waiting for me.

So I take a deep breath and step forward, towards my new life.

[Open to wedding guests!]
[identity profile] hermia-sophia.livejournal.com
Sunday, April 4
The garden behind the Whitechapel Inn

We awoke in each other's arms, both terrified. Valmont, because he feared that I was being attacked; I because I felt something wrong in the world, something beyond the long sleep and painful thirst and weakness. Some ripple of Power that was twisted and wrong. But under it all I could sense Nanshe's presence helping to set the dream-world right again. And Valmont and I had each other, and we were safe, and despite everything, that makes the waking world right.

And neither of us wanted to postpone the ceremony. We wanted - no, needed to continue. Needed to make some new beginning, needed to make life go on as it was supposed to.

And so, still shaky, we went to the abbey this morning at dawn.

Valmont said that I was the one guiding this part of our wedding solemnities, for I was the one closer to the gods. So I arranged the offerings for us to burn on Nanshe's altar: two little bundles, both the same. Not hair. Not incense. Not anything that would be in an Athenian wedding offering to the gods. We are making our own way, here.

So there are herbs from the garden that I planted and he cooks from. The first lilacs that Valmont gave me, and the lilies I gave him, both now dried into fragrant shadows of themselves. Splinters of wood from an empty keg for his profession; scraps of paper from an old book for mine. (Lydia offered me a book that was falling apart anyway; I would never have taken a page from a book otherwise! She gave us a gift, too: a lovely leather-bound and gilt-edged volume of Yeats.) And cotton candy - even though it made everything terribly sticky and I feared it would melt, I had to put cotton candy in there, for the memory of that first night that we soared above Excolo on the ferris wheel and felt as if we were flying. And because it made both of us laugh when I put it in, and we should begin our life together with laughter.

We smile as we light our offerings, and as we smell the fragrance as it floats up to the heavens.

Now, back in the garden behind the inn, I smile again as I wait to take my place next to Valmont and in front of Mab. I've found more lilacs for the bouquet, white and purple both, standing out against the shimmering deep blue fabric of my gown.

I have no parents to bring me to the altar, and neither does Valmont. We just have ourselves, and are giving ourselves to each other.

There they all are. Our friends - all of the people who have grown dear to us in the last year. Our Alice, looking lovely and more grown-up than ever. Mab, tall and serious. And Valmont, who looks so magnificent that my heart leaps at the sight.

I feel a nervous thrill run through me as I step out. Dear gods, I'm getting married! For an instant, I'm terrified, as I stare down that long aisle. But then I realize, why should I be afraid? At the end of the aisle is Valmont. I have nothing to fear as long as he is there.

At the end of my long journey, he was here waiting for me.

So I take a deep breath and step forward, towards my new life.

[Open to wedding guests!]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Friday, March 26th (Day 299)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]


Days and days have gone by since I re-awakened and the memories I didn't gain back immediately have finally returned.  I understand again what needs to happen and what I need to do to help that along.  Iago and Thomas have been informed as well and will pass it to Lannie later.  Hopefully she'll understand it too, and if not, I really hopes she asks.

I look down again at the list of names, some crossed off and others added on, before placing a question mark next to Miao's name.  Iago's information was surprising and I asked a bunch of questions just to make sure he'd heard it all right but he assured me it was true.  Wanda's name was added that day too. 

I review the list again, crossing off Glass and Gaueko's name.  The Walking Night's failed his task and I know now that I shouldn't have expected anything other than sex and empty promises from him.  What a disappointment and here I was hoping that he'd show another side of himself, not more of the same.  And Glass... another disappointment but she's not my friend anymore so there's nothing left to concern myself with and I move to the next name.

Verite

The clock tells me it's almost time for her to arrive and I smile.  She promised to bring her supplies and I'm really looking forward to getting a tattoo today, especially from her.  She's sweet and chatty and I know I'll feel like a new person when she's done. There's a knock at the door and before I rise, I stash the list in a kitchen drawer.  No need leaving that out, and as I move to open the door, I wonder what color her hair will be today.


[Open to Verite]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Friday, March 26th (Day 299)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]


Days and days have gone by since I re-awakened and the memories I didn't gain back immediately have finally returned.  I understand again what needs to happen and what I need to do to help that along.  Iago and Thomas have been informed as well and will pass it to Lannie later.  Hopefully she'll understand it too, and if not, I really hopes she asks.

I look down again at the list of names, some crossed off and others added on, before placing a question mark next to Miao's name.  Iago's information was surprising and I asked a bunch of questions just to make sure he'd heard it all right but he assured me it was true.  Wanda's name was added that day too. 

I review the list again, crossing off Glass and Gaueko's name.  The Walking Night's failed his task and I know now that I shouldn't have expected anything other than sex and empty promises from him.  What a disappointment and here I was hoping that he'd show another side of himself, not more of the same.  And Glass... another disappointment but she's not my friend anymore so there's nothing left to concern myself with and I move to the next name.

Verite

The clock tells me it's almost time for her to arrive and I smile.  She promised to bring her supplies and I'm really looking forward to getting a tattoo today, especially from her.  She's sweet and chatty and I know I'll feel like a new person when she's done. There's a knock at the door and before I rise, I stash the list in a kitchen drawer.  No need leaving that out, and as I move to open the door, I wonder what color her hair will be today.


[Open to Verite]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Monday, March 8th (Day 281)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]
[continued from here]

After nearly a week in the basement, a starved and confused Lannie is discovered by Glass and Lucien.  Lannie's guarding Verdandi's corpse and after some discussion, Glass and Lucien both attempt to do their respective jobs but there's a snag.  Lannie refuses to leave and through some happenstance, Verdandi is raised from the dead.  Glass and Lannie are both furious while Lucien suddenly realizes he now has two patients instead of one.  Glass leaves immediately while a suspicious Lannie hangs around a little longer, watching over Lucien's safety.  Lucien carries Verdandi upstairs but Lannie doesn't follow, choosing to leave instead.  Lucien and a weakened Verdandi are discussing Lucien's youthful appearance, Lannie's accusations and Verdi's resurrection.

~~~

"One last question; did she know she was being trained? Did you explain it to her before you started surprising her in the cellar?"

Lucien looks uncomfortable and I grab a toss pillow, wrapping an arm around it to keep in front of my chest.  I nod. "Yes, she knew."  I suggest a theory and he tells me what he witnessed, laughing nervously at the end.  I reply, "Before I woke up, I heard the howling too.  I thought it was a Hel hound, not Lannie."

The grime on my arm itches and I scratch lightly before saying, "I don't know if she brought me back.  I just don't have another theory yet."  I'm thoughtful as I say, "Although, if she did do it, why didn't she do it sooner?  Why wait six days?"  I shake my head, "When I feel better, I'll go downstairs and take a closer look at the bottles in the basement.  Maybe I can figure out what she poured on me."

He offers food and suggests a shower.  Smiling, I say, "Good idea, doctor.  I'll try to be quick but if I'm not out in twenty minutes, come get me." I stand up, still a little unsteady before heading for the bathroom.  Nineteen minutes later, I'm sitting down at the dining table, tired but clean and dressed as I ask, "What'd you make?"

[Open to Lucien]
[Closed]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Monday, March 8th (Day 281)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]
[continued from here]

After nearly a week in the basement, a starved and confused Lannie is discovered by Glass and Lucien.  Lannie's guarding Verdandi's corpse and after some discussion, Glass and Lucien both attempt to do their respective jobs but there's a snag.  Lannie refuses to leave and through some happenstance, Verdandi is raised from the dead.  Glass and Lannie are both furious while Lucien suddenly realizes he now has two patients instead of one.  Glass leaves immediately while a suspicious Lannie hangs around a little longer, watching over Lucien's safety.  Lucien carries Verdandi upstairs but Lannie doesn't follow, choosing to leave instead.  Lucien and a weakened Verdandi are discussing Lucien's youthful appearance, Lannie's accusations and Verdi's resurrection.

~~~

"One last question; did she know she was being trained? Did you explain it to her before you started surprising her in the cellar?"

Lucien looks uncomfortable and I grab a toss pillow, wrapping an arm around it to keep in front of my chest.  I nod. "Yes, she knew."  I suggest a theory and he tells me what he witnessed, laughing nervously at the end.  I reply, "Before I woke up, I heard the howling too.  I thought it was a Hel hound, not Lannie."

The grime on my arm itches and I scratch lightly before saying, "I don't know if she brought me back.  I just don't have another theory yet."  I'm thoughtful as I say, "Although, if she did do it, why didn't she do it sooner?  Why wait six days?"  I shake my head, "When I feel better, I'll go downstairs and take a closer look at the bottles in the basement.  Maybe I can figure out what she poured on me."

He offers food and suggests a shower.  Smiling, I say, "Good idea, doctor.  I'll try to be quick but if I'm not out in twenty minutes, come get me." I stand up, still a little unsteady before heading for the bathroom.  Nineteen minutes later, I'm sitting down at the dining table, tired but clean and dressed as I ask, "What'd you make?"

[Open to Lucien]
[Closed]
[identity profile] melania-lowell.livejournal.com
Monday, March 8th
Day 281

Basement of The Tavern

Candles, I think she'd like them. Fire seemed like a good idea at the time. So I set them around the once filled hole. It seems like I just did it all, but the candles are burned down to the stubs stuck in the ground and I'm a wolf again. Laying down at the edge of her grave, I notice she's smiling. I didn't notice that when I closed her eyes, or uncovered her and wiped the dirt from her pale face.

There's a twisting emptiness in my stomach like I'm hungry but I just ate. Now isn't the time for eating anyway. We haven't been down here long. Aside from the dirt, she looks just like she did ten minutes ago when she was alive. The blood has dried but I can till taste it on my tongue. I shiver and my skin twitches as I lick my paws. The fur is gone from them now, it must've been from the fight. Whatever was in that last bottle I drank was sweet and cool and better than anything I've tried before.

My stomach twists again and I growl in response. Maybe that's what she's smiling at. The thought makes me lower my head to look down at here again. Verdi, my friend, crazy goddess of apples, wonderful drinks, and lover of a good fight. We haven't been here long, but she'll wake up, I couldn't kill her, she said so, and I'm gonna be here when she wakes up. There are some things I know I should do for her, but I'm afraid if I shift back I'll see her smile, and I'll laugh until I cry.

That's not what I want to do so I lift my muzzle into the air and sing her a song. Not one of sadness, I don't think she'd like that, one of running and playing in warm fields with apple trees. A song of a place I hope I'll see her in again. I hope she can hear it in the hall of her fathers, wherever that is.

[OPEN TO GLASS AND LUCIEN AND ... VERDANDI]
[CLOSED]
[identity profile] melania-lowell.livejournal.com
Monday, March 8th
Day 281

Basement of The Tavern

Candles, I think she'd like them. Fire seemed like a good idea at the time. So I set them around the once filled hole. It seems like I just did it all, but the candles are burned down to the stubs stuck in the ground and I'm a wolf again. Laying down at the edge of her grave, I notice she's smiling. I didn't notice that when I closed her eyes, or uncovered her and wiped the dirt from her pale face.

There's a twisting emptiness in my stomach like I'm hungry but I just ate. Now isn't the time for eating anyway. We haven't been down here long. Aside from the dirt, she looks just like she did ten minutes ago when she was alive. The blood has dried but I can till taste it on my tongue. I shiver and my skin twitches as I lick my paws. The fur is gone from them now, it must've been from the fight. Whatever was in that last bottle I drank was sweet and cool and better than anything I've tried before.

My stomach twists again and I growl in response. Maybe that's what she's smiling at. The thought makes me lower my head to look down at here again. Verdi, my friend, crazy goddess of apples, wonderful drinks, and lover of a good fight. We haven't been here long, but she'll wake up, I couldn't kill her, she said so, and I'm gonna be here when she wakes up. There are some things I know I should do for her, but I'm afraid if I shift back I'll see her smile, and I'll laugh until I cry.

That's not what I want to do so I lift my muzzle into the air and sing her a song. Not one of sadness, I don't think she'd like that, one of running and playing in warm fields with apple trees. A song of a place I hope I'll see her in again. I hope she can hear it in the hall of her fathers, wherever that is.

[OPEN TO GLASS AND LUCIEN AND ... VERDANDI]
[CLOSED]

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