(no subject)

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

Tuesday, 10 November, not long after 5pm

It's been a bright, cool day today, the air crisp and the sunlight that thin white-yellow that's a reminder winter is coming. The store has been quite busy today, and there's something pleasant in working briskly in a warm store when outside it's chilly. I wrap up Mr Stamp's purchases, the last of the day, and then turn over the CLOSED sign. As I cash up the register I think about what I need to do this evening, which dims my mood a little. I'm not sure if talking to Glass will go well. I have a feeling it won't. It's been over a week since the party, and I'm not sure she'll want to speak to me. I have a horrid feeling that if it were left up to Glass, she'd let things lie the way they are now and we might not speak again. So I will have to be the one to do something.

I go upstairs and fold some laundry, which I suppose is just a delaying tactic. I fold the shirt I was wearing on Sunday, which makes me smile - She had a dark a roving eye, and her hair hung over her shoulder - and I realise I'm humming to myself. Whatever Glass says tonight, I know Tess loves me, and that's - well, that's like carrying a sword and a shield, isn't it?

I pick up an apple pie I baked yesterday. I'm not trying to bribe Glass into forgiving me, but I don't like to see her empty-handed. This pie is more tart than sweet, which seems appropriate.

I walk down the street and turn onto Silk Road. I go into the tavern, and I really hope Iago isn't there. I don't think I have anything to say to him. Thomas the barman says I can go up to her apartment, so I climb the stairs and knock on the door, taking a steadying breath.

[OPEN to Glass]

(no subject)

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

Tuesday, 10 November, not long after 5pm

It's been a bright, cool day today, the air crisp and the sunlight that thin white-yellow that's a reminder winter is coming. The store has been quite busy today, and there's something pleasant in working briskly in a warm store when outside it's chilly. I wrap up Mr Stamp's purchases, the last of the day, and then turn over the CLOSED sign. As I cash up the register I think about what I need to do this evening, which dims my mood a little. I'm not sure if talking to Glass will go well. I have a feeling it won't. It's been over a week since the party, and I'm not sure she'll want to speak to me. I have a horrid feeling that if it were left up to Glass, she'd let things lie the way they are now and we might not speak again. So I will have to be the one to do something.

I go upstairs and fold some laundry, which I suppose is just a delaying tactic. I fold the shirt I was wearing on Sunday, which makes me smile - She had a dark a roving eye, and her hair hung over her shoulder - and I realise I'm humming to myself. Whatever Glass says tonight, I know Tess loves me, and that's - well, that's like carrying a sword and a shield, isn't it?

I pick up an apple pie I baked yesterday. I'm not trying to bribe Glass into forgiving me, but I don't like to see her empty-handed. This pie is more tart than sweet, which seems appropriate.

I walk down the street and turn onto Silk Road. I go into the tavern, and I really hope Iago isn't there. I don't think I have anything to say to him. Thomas the barman says I can go up to her apartment, so I climb the stairs and knock on the door, taking a steadying breath.

[OPEN to Glass]

Devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest, Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

(Tuesday, November 10th)
(Just past sunset, The woods outside of town)

Excolo. 

Truly, I may never had come back if it were not for My Lady Lilith.  Perhaps I could have called her to me, but I told her I would come find her as soon as I was freed.  I am sure she will be cross with me for not coming right to her, but I was weak in her eyes once.
Never again. 

I am strong now.  I am Marbas, commander of legions, Prince of Hell.   I will never forget that again.  I will never wonder or lament on the  regrets or 'what if's'.  I may have been a Master of Light once...
but it was eon's ago.  No turning back, only looking forward.

I open a massive clawed hand, and the Creator's light shimmers in my palm.  Soon it will be gone.  Soon I will expend it all, in one vain attempt to show Ahura Mazda exactly what I think of his Divine word and laugh in his face.  
I will undo what he wrought.....

With a feline's grin, I circle the town, then descend on massive wings of fire, landing in a clearing in the woods.    I throw back my head and roar, sending my energy rolling out through the woods.  Animals flee in the shock-wave of my call, and those in the houses at the edges of the forest huddle in their beds in fear. 

I trumpet my call again, and wait.
She will come.

(Closed)
(Caution!  Sex and probably violence ahead)

Devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest, Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

(Tuesday, November 10th)
(Just past sunset, The woods outside of town)

Excolo. 

Truly, I may never had come back if it were not for My Lady Lilith.  Perhaps I could have called her to me, but I told her I would come find her as soon as I was freed.  I am sure she will be cross with me for not coming right to her, but I was weak in her eyes once.
Never again. 

I am strong now.  I am Marbas, commander of legions, Prince of Hell.   I will never forget that again.  I will never wonder or lament on the  regrets or 'what if's'.  I may have been a Master of Light once...
but it was eon's ago.  No turning back, only looking forward.

I open a massive clawed hand, and the Creator's light shimmers in my palm.  Soon it will be gone.  Soon I will expend it all, in one vain attempt to show Ahura Mazda exactly what I think of his Divine word and laugh in his face.  
I will undo what he wrought.....

With a feline's grin, I circle the town, then descend on massive wings of fire, landing in a clearing in the woods.    I throw back my head and roar, sending my energy rolling out through the woods.  Animals flee in the shock-wave of my call, and those in the houses at the edges of the forest huddle in their beds in fear. 

I trumpet my call again, and wait.
She will come.

(Closed)
(Caution!  Sex and probably violence ahead)