"A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies."

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Evening - Follow Me Boy]

This past week or so has been almost unbearable, as though everything has decided to conspire against me since that dreadful Wednesday evening with Glass in shambles and Iago near to yelling.  Everything worked out, as it always does, but I think there's still a part of me left on edge, especially when we're apart.  Excolo can be quite the dangerous place at times.  It bothers me to think along those lines, bothers me that it should even bother me, actually, and I worry after them both.

It certainly doesn't help that the shop has been so busy as of late.  Any other time and I believe I would have welcomed the distraction, the chance to lose myself in a bit of tedium.  But, no.  Most in town are simply after cold weather clothes and, as the racks are full and I have no custom orders slated, there's nothing for me to do beyond watch Damien and Winnie bustle about the shop, idly wondering what to make for dinner when the day is finally done.

Today I made beef stew with potatoes.  It was nice enough, though I'll have to say something to Simon next I visit as the shoulder roast was a little tough and I'd planned on cooking steak.  Nothing a slow stewing and a bit of beer marinade couldn't fix, of course.  

After dinner, I find it strangely difficult to summon the proper motivation to get up.  I'd decided, days ago really, that I should drop by Follow Me Boy on Saturday.  Yet, here it is, Saturday evening and I can't bring myself to do anything other than lounge on the couch with Glass at the other end, a good book in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and Iago's usual prattle playing as background music.

Time trickles past until the clock chimes begin to gather in far larger numbers than I'd intended.  I glance up, make myself take note of the time, and do everything in my power to make excuses before the resolve leaves me.  From there I have to shower, dress, grab a bit of money from the lock box.  It's all very taxing when my heart isn't in it.  Funny that.

Once I make it outside, of course, it's a fair bit easier and by the time I make it to the front steps of Follow Me Boy I can't imagine being anywhere else.  It really has been too long, my mind really is far too cluttered as of late, and I need the break.  Hell, I'm even willing to admit I need the company, a friendly and familiar face that doesn't set my stomach to churning every few moments the way Glass and Iago can.  A return to routine - blessed, blessed routine - if nothing else.

I wait to be buzzed in, immediately heading to the front desk as soon as I hear the mechanism click, smile on my face.  I can't imagine that it's a secret as to who I'm here to see anymore, so there's no reason to bring up that fact.  Instead, I lean against the desk with a grin that's all for the woman behind it, feeling more comfortable by the moment.  "That recipe was divine, Mrs Danvers, I must say."

[Open to all at Follow Me Boy]

[Caution: Possibly disturbing discussion of rape/violence]

"A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies."

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Evening - Follow Me Boy]

This past week or so has been almost unbearable, as though everything has decided to conspire against me since that dreadful Wednesday evening with Glass in shambles and Iago near to yelling.  Everything worked out, as it always does, but I think there's still a part of me left on edge, especially when we're apart.  Excolo can be quite the dangerous place at times.  It bothers me to think along those lines, bothers me that it should even bother me, actually, and I worry after them both.

It certainly doesn't help that the shop has been so busy as of late.  Any other time and I believe I would have welcomed the distraction, the chance to lose myself in a bit of tedium.  But, no.  Most in town are simply after cold weather clothes and, as the racks are full and I have no custom orders slated, there's nothing for me to do beyond watch Damien and Winnie bustle about the shop, idly wondering what to make for dinner when the day is finally done.

Today I made beef stew with potatoes.  It was nice enough, though I'll have to say something to Simon next I visit as the shoulder roast was a little tough and I'd planned on cooking steak.  Nothing a slow stewing and a bit of beer marinade couldn't fix, of course.  

After dinner, I find it strangely difficult to summon the proper motivation to get up.  I'd decided, days ago really, that I should drop by Follow Me Boy on Saturday.  Yet, here it is, Saturday evening and I can't bring myself to do anything other than lounge on the couch with Glass at the other end, a good book in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and Iago's usual prattle playing as background music.

Time trickles past until the clock chimes begin to gather in far larger numbers than I'd intended.  I glance up, make myself take note of the time, and do everything in my power to make excuses before the resolve leaves me.  From there I have to shower, dress, grab a bit of money from the lock box.  It's all very taxing when my heart isn't in it.  Funny that.

Once I make it outside, of course, it's a fair bit easier and by the time I make it to the front steps of Follow Me Boy I can't imagine being anywhere else.  It really has been too long, my mind really is far too cluttered as of late, and I need the break.  Hell, I'm even willing to admit I need the company, a friendly and familiar face that doesn't set my stomach to churning every few moments the way Glass and Iago can.  A return to routine - blessed, blessed routine - if nothing else.

I wait to be buzzed in, immediately heading to the front desk as soon as I hear the mechanism click, smile on my face.  I can't imagine that it's a secret as to who I'm here to see anymore, so there's no reason to bring up that fact.  Instead, I lean against the desk with a grin that's all for the woman behind it, feeling more comfortable by the moment.  "That recipe was divine, Mrs Danvers, I must say."

[Open to all at Follow Me Boy]

[Caution: Possibly disturbing discussion of rape/violence]

If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?

[jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Barn near Kincaid Hive Five]


Holding Lily in my arms, I slowly catch my breath and smile wide as I look at her.  She's radiant and the heat between is more than enough to keep us warm on this cold day.  The air's filled with the scent of honey and Lily's usual perfume, roses and something dark and sweet, and I stare at her, amazed and thrilled by her sexual stamina.  We've tumbled three times already and she's barely winded. 

Rolling over, I lean on my hand as I say happily, "I'm glad you came by today. I was thinking about you and," I think I missed you.  "I was wondering how you were doing."  There are stray hairs around her face and I caress them from her glistening skin as I continue, "You always seem to show up when I'm thinking of you.  How do you do that?" I ask jokingly.

"I haven't told you my great news yet.  I'm going to run for Mayor," I say with a proud smile. "One of my friends, Karina Bathory, is running against me.  I think she'll win but I'm going to try anyway."


[Open to Lilith]
[caution! - Lilith made a brief mention of a baby in one tag.  Avoid reading her tag if you might be sensitive to that sort of thing.]

If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?

[jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Barn near Kincaid Hive Five]


Holding Lily in my arms, I slowly catch my breath and smile wide as I look at her.  She's radiant and the heat between is more than enough to keep us warm on this cold day.  The air's filled with the scent of honey and Lily's usual perfume, roses and something dark and sweet, and I stare at her, amazed and thrilled by her sexual stamina.  We've tumbled three times already and she's barely winded. 

Rolling over, I lean on my hand as I say happily, "I'm glad you came by today. I was thinking about you and," I think I missed you.  "I was wondering how you were doing."  There are stray hairs around her face and I caress them from her glistening skin as I continue, "You always seem to show up when I'm thinking of you.  How do you do that?" I ask jokingly.

"I haven't told you my great news yet.  I'm going to run for Mayor," I say with a proud smile. "One of my friends, Karina Bathory, is running against me.  I think she'll win but I'm going to try anyway."


[Open to Lilith]
[caution! - Lilith made a brief mention of a baby in one tag.  Avoid reading her tag if you might be sensitive to that sort of thing.]

Each betrayal begins with trust.

[norn-verdandi.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Ruins of Voronin Manor]


Two days.

It's been two days since I last saw my Mørk Ettall, no...... the Mørk Ettall and I glumly sit alone in the ruins of Anushka's home.  She was his first priestess but now she's gone.  He already has a new priestess, Alice, to replace her.  Will he replace me so easily too? 

I sigh heavily, fingers sifting through the debris.  I found a pair of shoes earlier, worn down by the weather and dirt and I gently traced the edges of them, smiling.  Someone besides me loved Anushka and left these for her.  Now, someone else dances barefoot in the woods in her place and that feels right, a balance restored and I wonder if the mystery dancer would dance with me in Anushka's honor.

His temple lies in ruins, his first priestess in Excolo is gone and he who was the Walking Night sleeps in a small room in a small town with a small girl.  When did my shadow dancer become so much smaller?  It was the moment he betrayed me and I sigh again.  My life is rich, with new and old friends and lovers, and the loss of one person, even one like him shouldn't make me sad, but it does.  I loved him.  I still do but I won't let him take advantage of me and since he hasn't come to see me yet, I guess it really is over between us.


[Open to Djinn]

Each betrayal begins with trust.

[norn-verdandi.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Ruins of Voronin Manor]


Two days.

It's been two days since I last saw my Mørk Ettall, no...... the Mørk Ettall and I glumly sit alone in the ruins of Anushka's home.  She was his first priestess but now she's gone.  He already has a new priestess, Alice, to replace her.  Will he replace me so easily too? 

I sigh heavily, fingers sifting through the debris.  I found a pair of shoes earlier, worn down by the weather and dirt and I gently traced the edges of them, smiling.  Someone besides me loved Anushka and left these for her.  Now, someone else dances barefoot in the woods in her place and that feels right, a balance restored and I wonder if the mystery dancer would dance with me in Anushka's honor.

His temple lies in ruins, his first priestess in Excolo is gone and he who was the Walking Night sleeps in a small room in a small town with a small girl.  When did my shadow dancer become so much smaller?  It was the moment he betrayed me and I sigh again.  My life is rich, with new and old friends and lovers, and the loss of one person, even one like him shouldn't make me sad, but it does.  I loved him.  I still do but I won't let him take advantage of me and since he hasn't come to see me yet, I guess it really is over between us.


[Open to Djinn]