If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting...

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[Midmorning, Monday October 26th, day 148]
[The Dormouse]


Lucien and I spent a most enjoyable day after our discussion was done...but it did not shake my resolve in the slightest. It has been far too long since I last saw my dearest friend, and if Lucien is correct then it sounds as though she could very much use someone to talk to. And I am eager to learn of this new man of hers, of course, and see just why Lucien is so uneasy about him...and why Wanda is so enamoured.

At my request, Lucien picks me up just after breakfast and drives me to the Dormouse. He asks if I would like him to come in as well, but I kiss him and tell him to go to work. I think that it is time for some girl talk, particularly if she is indeed so worried about Lucien's reactions. No, no, it is most definitely best if I go in to speak with her alone. I kiss Lucien goodbye and gently shoo him on his way before walking up to the door.

At this hour the Dormouse is closed, but I know Wanda...she will have been up and baking for at least an hour. Leaning on my cane, I rap on the door, "Wanda? Wanda, it is Miao. Are you awake?"


[OPEN to Wanda]
[CLOSED]

If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting...

[lei-miao-shan.livejournal.com]

[Midmorning, Monday October 26th, day 148]
[The Dormouse]


Lucien and I spent a most enjoyable day after our discussion was done...but it did not shake my resolve in the slightest. It has been far too long since I last saw my dearest friend, and if Lucien is correct then it sounds as though she could very much use someone to talk to. And I am eager to learn of this new man of hers, of course, and see just why Lucien is so uneasy about him...and why Wanda is so enamoured.

At my request, Lucien picks me up just after breakfast and drives me to the Dormouse. He asks if I would like him to come in as well, but I kiss him and tell him to go to work. I think that it is time for some girl talk, particularly if she is indeed so worried about Lucien's reactions. No, no, it is most definitely best if I go in to speak with her alone. I kiss Lucien goodbye and gently shoo him on his way before walking up to the door.

At this hour the Dormouse is closed, but I know Wanda...she will have been up and baking for at least an hour. Leaning on my cane, I rap on the door, "Wanda? Wanda, it is Miao. Are you awake?"


[OPEN to Wanda]
[CLOSED]

“One kiss breaches the distance between friendship and love”

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Day 148, Monday, October 26
A little after dinner
Kate's apartment

By Monday I'm still feelin' good from that afternoon with Syl. I weren't kiddin' when I told her it were just what I needed. I bin feelin' easier 'round Kate, without that tension 'a lust pushin' at me when I'm 'round her. Now that she knows, I find it hard at times not t'see where it could go. But she ain't ready fer much yet, if ever, and I know it. And now it ain't so hard t'deal with.

She's invited some 'a her friends over tonight. I dunt think I'm keen t'see Mrs. Beddau again, but I'm lookin' forward t'have that talk with Hermia. I got the journal bits I wanted t'share set out, waitin' fer them. I hope there's somethin' useful there. Hermia might be able t'use some 'v it, and maybe I should show her some 'a the more formal stuff. She dint seem much like Syl, and I'm findin' now that you can work the craft in different ways. Learned lots since I came t'town.

Mostly I'm smilin' over Kate. She's gettin' stuff ready fer her friends, tidyin' the place 'n settin' out drinks 'n food while I wash up from dinner. I watch her as I dry the dishes, just grinnin' at how much care she puts into stuff. I - I'm pretty sure I more than like her. I hope she wants t'be more 'n friends, I really do. But I'll take what she's willin' t'give me.

[Open to Kate, Glass, Hermia]
[Closed]

“One kiss breaches the distance between friendship and love”

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Day 148, Monday, October 26
A little after dinner
Kate's apartment

By Monday I'm still feelin' good from that afternoon with Syl. I weren't kiddin' when I told her it were just what I needed. I bin feelin' easier 'round Kate, without that tension 'a lust pushin' at me when I'm 'round her. Now that she knows, I find it hard at times not t'see where it could go. But she ain't ready fer much yet, if ever, and I know it. And now it ain't so hard t'deal with.

She's invited some 'a her friends over tonight. I dunt think I'm keen t'see Mrs. Beddau again, but I'm lookin' forward t'have that talk with Hermia. I got the journal bits I wanted t'share set out, waitin' fer them. I hope there's somethin' useful there. Hermia might be able t'use some 'v it, and maybe I should show her some 'a the more formal stuff. She dint seem much like Syl, and I'm findin' now that you can work the craft in different ways. Learned lots since I came t'town.

Mostly I'm smilin' over Kate. She's gettin' stuff ready fer her friends, tidyin' the place 'n settin' out drinks 'n food while I wash up from dinner. I watch her as I dry the dishes, just grinnin' at how much care she puts into stuff. I - I'm pretty sure I more than like her. I hope she wants t'be more 'n friends, I really do. But I'll take what she's willin' t'give me.

[Open to Kate, Glass, Hermia]
[Closed]

"All the old knives that have rusted in my back, I drive in yours."

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Monday, October 26th (Day 148)
Mid-Morning
The Tavern of Hell

I get half way down Silk Road, arms already laden with swatches of fabric and stacks of paper, when I realize I left my keys in the apartment.  In my pants.  On the floor.  A low curse, as I've already had a late start as it is, before turning around and heading back to the Tavern.  This is becoming a problem, I believe, living between here and there.  If I were of a mind to contemplate it, of course.  Which I'm not.  Take it as an inconvenience, another in a long list since yesterday, and leave the matter there.

For the best, really. 

It's already business hours so I don't bother with the back entrance, instead hurrying through the front of the Tavern (quick grin and shake of my head to Iago on the way through) and up to the apartment.  Right where I thought, damn it all, and now safely in my pocket as I again make my way down the stairs.  Too many things to do, details to finalize, and that's well enough as it keeps me from stopping, from thinking about anything in particular and-

"Dorian?"

I stop dead, just arriving back in the main room, as the voice instantly hits home.  Luck or Iago's influence, I didn't bother to question it.  Either way, I'd somehow managed to stay clear of Verdandi during my time sleeping above her Tavern, taking the back way in and out, never going out front.  Until now.  I turn slowly, face gone cold and calm even as I move to the balls of my feet, ready to move.

She seems unsurprised by my silence - really, what else would be expected here? - and makes a small show in stepping out of my path, not pining me in the doorway.  Good intentions, though it does little to help the sudden flare of energy up my spine.  "Can I have a minute?"

A glance to Iago, who meets my eyes behind the bar with a shrug, and I know he's somehow behind this, no matter the confused look he tries to toss back.  Bastard.  But he's here, a few of the regulars as well, and though I have nothing to say to her, spit in her goddamn eye if given half the chance, I find myself moving towards a table.  Curiosity?  I don't know.  Perhaps I'm just looking for the simple joy in telling her to go to hell.

I sit down, still cautious.  "What do you want?"

[Open to Verdandi]

[CLOSED]

"All the old knives that have rusted in my back, I drive in yours."

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

Monday, October 26th (Day 148)
Mid-Morning
The Tavern of Hell

I get half way down Silk Road, arms already laden with swatches of fabric and stacks of paper, when I realize I left my keys in the apartment.  In my pants.  On the floor.  A low curse, as I've already had a late start as it is, before turning around and heading back to the Tavern.  This is becoming a problem, I believe, living between here and there.  If I were of a mind to contemplate it, of course.  Which I'm not.  Take it as an inconvenience, another in a long list since yesterday, and leave the matter there.

For the best, really. 

It's already business hours so I don't bother with the back entrance, instead hurrying through the front of the Tavern (quick grin and shake of my head to Iago on the way through) and up to the apartment.  Right where I thought, damn it all, and now safely in my pocket as I again make my way down the stairs.  Too many things to do, details to finalize, and that's well enough as it keeps me from stopping, from thinking about anything in particular and-

"Dorian?"

I stop dead, just arriving back in the main room, as the voice instantly hits home.  Luck or Iago's influence, I didn't bother to question it.  Either way, I'd somehow managed to stay clear of Verdandi during my time sleeping above her Tavern, taking the back way in and out, never going out front.  Until now.  I turn slowly, face gone cold and calm even as I move to the balls of my feet, ready to move.

She seems unsurprised by my silence - really, what else would be expected here? - and makes a small show in stepping out of my path, not pining me in the doorway.  Good intentions, though it does little to help the sudden flare of energy up my spine.  "Can I have a minute?"

A glance to Iago, who meets my eyes behind the bar with a shrug, and I know he's somehow behind this, no matter the confused look he tries to toss back.  Bastard.  But he's here, a few of the regulars as well, and though I have nothing to say to her, spit in her goddamn eye if given half the chance, I find myself moving towards a table.  Curiosity?  I don't know.  Perhaps I'm just looking for the simple joy in telling her to go to hell.

I sit down, still cautious.  "What do you want?"

[Open to Verdandi]

[CLOSED]