It takes a lot to wound a woman without illusions.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Dinnertime, Sunday, December 13 (day 196)]
[Dorian's apartment]

Friday was not the best of days, after I saw Lucien. Lannie caught me aside after lunch, and spoke with me a little. None of it was to the good. Well... what she's been able to do of late, that was, and a kindness as well. But the rest of it, the Grindhouse and the closing up...

Spoke t'Allesandra yesterday--think Walter actually woke her for me, though she didn't begrudge--and then went down t'market and saw Kate. Asked her t'come by and said she was welcome t'bring Tess, and meant it. Still find myself thinking of shaking Tess, but I've forgiven folk enough and Kate's forgiven me, and I trust her judgement, so let that go as best I can. Went down to the Sheriff's and spoke to Mab a little afterwards, and then got into I'm not sure what with Hollow. Don't think you'd call it an argument, given how courteous he was, but bloody hell none of it soothed my temper. Send a god sniffing around my home when I've already got bloody well enough t'deal with, oh my thanks.

Tonight's a little better. Thought I'd make a stew, and thought of setting out three bowls and nothing else, and found myself pulling on a coat and going down to the Organ Grinder. Pork chops, I think, and butternut squash with sage, and it's a relief to feel I'm setting my hand t'something that'll do another good.

Somewhere in the midst of it the bulb of the kitchen lamp broke, and while it's hardly a wonder--think that's been left burning for weeks, now, and may be it was a month--I've no mind for where Dorian might've kept--might keep--

Find my hands shaking, then, and sit down a moment. And there's no sound in the apartment but my own breathing, and nothing moves, and outside the snow's coming down like a shroud.

And because there's nothing else to do, in a while I get back to my feet, and carry on. Move the bedside table and its lamp on it to the foot of the bed, and guessing that's not enough light, so add candles for the window and table. Ought go digging up a proper lantern later... Shake it off and I'm looking 'round the kitchen, wondering if I can find aught else to do, and 'round the time I hear them at the door the chops are done and the ginger cake's out of the oven and cooling.

[Open to the dinner party]
[Closed - continues here]

It takes a lot to wound a woman without illusions.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Dinnertime, Sunday, December 13 (day 196)]
[Dorian's apartment]

Friday was not the best of days, after I saw Lucien. Lannie caught me aside after lunch, and spoke with me a little. None of it was to the good. Well... what she's been able to do of late, that was, and a kindness as well. But the rest of it, the Grindhouse and the closing up...

Spoke t'Allesandra yesterday--think Walter actually woke her for me, though she didn't begrudge--and then went down t'market and saw Kate. Asked her t'come by and said she was welcome t'bring Tess, and meant it. Still find myself thinking of shaking Tess, but I've forgiven folk enough and Kate's forgiven me, and I trust her judgement, so let that go as best I can. Went down to the Sheriff's and spoke to Mab a little afterwards, and then got into I'm not sure what with Hollow. Don't think you'd call it an argument, given how courteous he was, but bloody hell none of it soothed my temper. Send a god sniffing around my home when I've already got bloody well enough t'deal with, oh my thanks.

Tonight's a little better. Thought I'd make a stew, and thought of setting out three bowls and nothing else, and found myself pulling on a coat and going down to the Organ Grinder. Pork chops, I think, and butternut squash with sage, and it's a relief to feel I'm setting my hand t'something that'll do another good.

Somewhere in the midst of it the bulb of the kitchen lamp broke, and while it's hardly a wonder--think that's been left burning for weeks, now, and may be it was a month--I've no mind for where Dorian might've kept--might keep--

Find my hands shaking, then, and sit down a moment. And there's no sound in the apartment but my own breathing, and nothing moves, and outside the snow's coming down like a shroud.

And because there's nothing else to do, in a while I get back to my feet, and carry on. Move the bedside table and its lamp on it to the foot of the bed, and guessing that's not enough light, so add candles for the window and table. Ought go digging up a proper lantern later... Shake it off and I'm looking 'round the kitchen, wondering if I can find aught else to do, and 'round the time I hear them at the door the chops are done and the ginger cake's out of the oven and cooling.

[Open to the dinner party]
[Closed - continues here]

"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.”

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Sunday, December 13th)
(The Dormouse, mid afternoon)
(eight days and counting....)

So far, it's been a good weekend.

Woke way too early Saturday to the most delicious feeling of being touched and stroked in a most intimate fashion.  Came to my full senses as I shuddered in pleasure, realizing that I may have gone to bed alone... but I certainly did not wake up that way.   After a languid, pleasant interlude, I fell back into a contented sleep, happily curled up next to a very warm and familiar body.

Woke alone a few hours later, but the smell of breakfast coming from downstairs told me I had not been abandoned.  The rest of the day went by quickly, almost too quickly.  We made a good show of being the happy couple for the regulars.  I even went as far as to scold him in from of the customers for going to the market without a scarf, and wound a knitted black one  around his neck, then sending him off with a kiss and a quiet murmured thank you for the roses against his lips.  When he returned, we had dinner at the cafe', a few drinks at the Whitechapel, then...

I think I should just give up trying to wash the bloodstains out of that comforter in the basement.  They will NEVER come out.

This morning I did wake alone, with the scent of his skin on mine, his blood on the sheets... and a small, just barely opened, black rosebud on the pillow next to me.  I smiled and tucked it behind my ear as I headed out to the library to look for books on poetry.

Now I am sitting in the shoppe, looking out the window from my favorite seat at the snow softly falling as I scan the books for something to use as a wedding vow and sipping my peppermint tea.  It is pretty, and if it stays light, it may just make next Monday picture perfect if it does not accumulate too much...

(Open to Miao)
(Closed)

"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.”

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Sunday, December 13th)
(The Dormouse, mid afternoon)
(eight days and counting....)

So far, it's been a good weekend.

Woke way too early Saturday to the most delicious feeling of being touched and stroked in a most intimate fashion.  Came to my full senses as I shuddered in pleasure, realizing that I may have gone to bed alone... but I certainly did not wake up that way.   After a languid, pleasant interlude, I fell back into a contented sleep, happily curled up next to a very warm and familiar body.

Woke alone a few hours later, but the smell of breakfast coming from downstairs told me I had not been abandoned.  The rest of the day went by quickly, almost too quickly.  We made a good show of being the happy couple for the regulars.  I even went as far as to scold him in from of the customers for going to the market without a scarf, and wound a knitted black one  around his neck, then sending him off with a kiss and a quiet murmured thank you for the roses against his lips.  When he returned, we had dinner at the cafe', a few drinks at the Whitechapel, then...

I think I should just give up trying to wash the bloodstains out of that comforter in the basement.  They will NEVER come out.

This morning I did wake alone, with the scent of his skin on mine, his blood on the sheets... and a small, just barely opened, black rosebud on the pillow next to me.  I smiled and tucked it behind my ear as I headed out to the library to look for books on poetry.

Now I am sitting in the shoppe, looking out the window from my favorite seat at the snow softly falling as I scan the books for something to use as a wedding vow and sipping my peppermint tea.  It is pretty, and if it stays light, it may just make next Monday picture perfect if it does not accumulate too much...

(Open to Miao)
(Closed)

Talking to one another is loving one another. Pt 2

[damien-dw.livejournal.com]

Saturday the 12th December(day 195)
Evening, Johnny's Apt
Continuation of This:
community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/322673.html

Damien arranges to have dinner with Johnny and it starts with a wonderful pot pie and some beer. Then after wards they start to talk and several things happen including Johnny revealing his wolf form to Damien. Who dealt with this revelation reasonably well. And now it's their turn for a little show and tell...


John slides over a little closer to me and gives me a hug. I think we both sigh in relief. <i>Thanks.</i> Then his hands move down to the front of my shirt and he starts undoing buttons. <i>I guess so,</i> is his reply to my observation that it is now my turn to show him my most closely guarded  secret.  I hope he's okay with it. Really okay with it.  My shirt falls open  and he pulls it back over my shoulders.   I pull my arms free of the sleeves. My breath catches a bit as he starts kissing a line down my neck to my shoulder bone.

I can't resist running my hands over the bare skin of his chest and back.  "Mmm..."


[Open to Johnny] [Closed]

Talking to one another is loving one another. Pt 2

[damien-dw.livejournal.com]

Saturday the 12th December(day 195)
Evening, Johnny's Apt
Continuation of This:
community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/322673.html

Damien arranges to have dinner with Johnny and it starts with a wonderful pot pie and some beer. Then after wards they start to talk and several things happen including Johnny revealing his wolf form to Damien. Who dealt with this revelation reasonably well. And now it's their turn for a little show and tell...


John slides over a little closer to me and gives me a hug. I think we both sigh in relief. <i>Thanks.</i> Then his hands move down to the front of my shirt and he starts undoing buttons. <i>I guess so,</i> is his reply to my observation that it is now my turn to show him my most closely guarded  secret.  I hope he's okay with it. Really okay with it.  My shirt falls open  and he pulls it back over my shoulders.   I pull my arms free of the sleeves. My breath catches a bit as he starts kissing a line down my neck to my shoulder bone.

I can't resist running my hands over the bare skin of his chest and back.  "Mmm..."


[Open to Johnny] [Closed]