"Oh let me guess, well dressed spoiled brat that gets fixated on something and doesn't let it go until he's satisfied?"
"Or bored," I say, shrugging. "He's been dosed each time he spoke of it. I've not seen him sober in weeks." Smile a little. "Thing from the tower came to see him and he told it to go back to hell." Just... spit and staunchweed, if he'd only leave off his current whim.
"I like you, I really do, but better you than me Glass. If it's a help, he was over one day last week and all but clinging to Wanda, so maybe he's wising up?"
"Pleasant thought," I say. "Truly, Lucien, I'd count him getting bored as more likely than aught else. Glad he was over to see her, then."
"Heard about it from Wanda. Oh, there's something you don't know. Wanda and Kaeli stumbled across one of the girls from the carnival getting beaten up. Zann? Kaeli fixed her up while Wanda.... well.... was Wanda. Zann clued Wanda in about Fiona. She's a sweet kid, and terrified of me. As she should be..." That last softer, and I sniff a little.
"Indeed. What're you like to do, warn her off the tower or keep her alive? Terrifying," I say dryly. "And Zann's mad. She--" Angefil. I press my lips together and shake my head. "Did you hear she ran over the Shuck with a popcorn cart?" I say more lightly. "She was running 'round tossing out his name casual as anything. Kate pointed her in my direction, think she'll leave off that at least."
"Picked a fight with Tez? Probably not a safe thing to do....."
"Caught that," I say grimly. "Verdi gave a halt to it, called him outside and cut--him to--ribbons." And that odd nagging thought at the back of my mind, the bodies the Shuck left out back of the Apothecary that night and the clean clean sweeps that left them dead, fine as anything I'd ever seen, slick as ice polished sweeping under sun, that I spent so long over as I was piercing flesh small and neat to pull it together.
Oh mother's bones. No. Not Verdi, dammit, please-- And who else would the Shuck have hunt with him, who carries a blade so fine?
"You know," I say calmly, wrapping both hands around the coffee cup, "every time I talk t'you soulless folk, I put things together. Ought do it more often."
"Just wish I could walk away from the whole damn place for a few days. I hate being stuck here. Gods, monsters, talking cats ..." I shrug.
"Excolo's no stranger than aught else ever was, Lucien. Just a touch more open here, that's the whole of it. Bones of the world come through."
"And for the past two nights, Wanda's woken up screaming bloody murder. Won't tell me what she'd dreaming, but it's bad enough to render her sick and incoherent. For the last week I thought everything was going better, she's been almost happy, but now......"
Oh, no. "She seen the Shuck again?" I say quietly. "Why won't she tell you?"
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Date: 2009-01-05 04:05 am (UTC)"Or bored," I say, shrugging. "He's been dosed each time he spoke of it. I've not seen him sober in weeks." Smile a little. "Thing from the tower came to see him and he told it to go back to hell." Just... spit and staunchweed, if he'd only leave off his current whim.
"I like you, I really do, but better you than me Glass. If it's a help, he was over one day last week and all but clinging to Wanda, so maybe he's wising up?"
"Pleasant thought," I say. "Truly, Lucien, I'd count him getting bored as more likely than aught else. Glad he was over to see her, then."
"Heard about it from Wanda. Oh, there's something you don't know. Wanda and Kaeli stumbled across one of the girls from the carnival getting beaten up. Zann? Kaeli fixed her up while Wanda.... well.... was Wanda. Zann clued Wanda in about Fiona. She's a sweet kid, and terrified of me. As she should be..." That last softer, and I sniff a little.
"Indeed. What're you like to do, warn her off the tower or keep her alive? Terrifying," I say dryly. "And Zann's mad. She--" Angefil. I press my lips together and shake my head. "Did you hear she ran over the Shuck with a popcorn cart?" I say more lightly. "She was running 'round tossing out his name casual as anything. Kate pointed her in my direction, think she'll leave off that at least."
"Picked a fight with Tez? Probably not a safe thing to do....."
"Caught that," I say grimly. "Verdi gave a halt to it, called him outside and cut--him to--ribbons." And that odd nagging thought at the back of my mind, the bodies the Shuck left out back of the Apothecary that night and the clean clean sweeps that left them dead, fine as anything I'd ever seen, slick as ice polished sweeping under sun, that I spent so long over as I was piercing flesh small and neat to pull it together.
Oh mother's bones. No. Not Verdi, dammit, please-- And who else would the Shuck have hunt with him, who carries a blade so fine?
"You know," I say calmly, wrapping both hands around the coffee cup, "every time I talk t'you soulless folk, I put things together. Ought do it more often."
"Just wish I could walk away from the whole damn place for a few days. I hate being stuck here. Gods, monsters, talking cats ..." I shrug.
"Excolo's no stranger than aught else ever was, Lucien. Just a touch more open here, that's the whole of it. Bones of the world come through."
"And for the past two nights, Wanda's woken up screaming bloody murder. Won't tell me what she'd dreaming, but it's bad enough to render her sick and incoherent. For the last week I thought everything was going better, she's been almost happy, but now......"
Oh, no. "She seen the Shuck again?" I say quietly. "Why won't she tell you?"