Every saint has a bee in his halo.

[jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com]

[Friday, March 12th (Day 285)]
[The Apothecary]
[Past lunch, not yet dinner]


My favorite meal is cooking away at home and hopefully Molly remembered to include the sweetbread.  I wanted to be done and back before dinnertime and if I finish here quickly, I might make it.  I look at my list again and I can't imagine why Molly'd ask for so much.

Angelica, catnip, chamomile, dandelion, elecampane, fennel, ginger, lady's mantle, and willow bark.

I'm not sure what all of these herbs are for but the Apothecary's clerks have always been helpful.   And they know their business too so I won't have to worry about making heads or tails of this list.  Thank Nanshe.  Molly's lists are notoriously long and I try to remember when she got so demanding.  Oh yes, always.

Lavender buds too.  Can't forget that either and I walk in, humming a happy tune.  No Jenna today and no Glass behind the counter either, and I nod at the clerk, smiling a bit as I say, "Afternoon miss."  She's got big, sooty eyes, the kind my father would have called 'smokey pools', and she looks familiar but I'm not sure who she is. "Mind helping me with my list?  My sister expects me to come home with all of it, you see."


[Open to Tess]
[Closed]

Every saint has a bee in his halo.

[jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com]

[Friday, March 12th (Day 285)]
[The Apothecary]
[Past lunch, not yet dinner]


My favorite meal is cooking away at home and hopefully Molly remembered to include the sweetbread.  I wanted to be done and back before dinnertime and if I finish here quickly, I might make it.  I look at my list again and I can't imagine why Molly'd ask for so much.

Angelica, catnip, chamomile, dandelion, elecampane, fennel, ginger, lady's mantle, and willow bark.

I'm not sure what all of these herbs are for but the Apothecary's clerks have always been helpful.   And they know their business too so I won't have to worry about making heads or tails of this list.  Thank Nanshe.  Molly's lists are notoriously long and I try to remember when she got so demanding.  Oh yes, always.

Lavender buds too.  Can't forget that either and I walk in, humming a happy tune.  No Jenna today and no Glass behind the counter either, and I nod at the clerk, smiling a bit as I say, "Afternoon miss."  She's got big, sooty eyes, the kind my father would have called 'smokey pools', and she looks familiar but I'm not sure who she is. "Mind helping me with my list?  My sister expects me to come home with all of it, you see."


[Open to Tess]
[Closed]

It's only half past the point of oblivion, the hourglass on the table, the walk before the run.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Friday, March 12th, late afternoon
Wanda's bedroom

The position of the day seems to be as propped up as I can be, with two pillows under my knees.  I can't say it's comfortable, but it's bearable.  Today has been almost bearble.  Having slept for several solid hours probably has a lot to do with that though.  Dropped into that dead sleep in his arms, woke in the late morning with his scent on the pillows and in the blanket.  It was comforting.  I might have slept the afternoon away as well...

but the contraction was rather startling.  There were a few more, but now they have seem to have abated.  I stroke my stomach, and she rolls.  I can actually see her leg move underneath my strained skin.  I grasp a spot of flesh, and capture the tiny foot beneath it.  I chuckle, and I think she is amused as well.   "Soon sweetling, soon I'll be able to hold you."  I murmur, and she kicks in response.  I do hope I am not lying to her about that.

I re-adjust my nightgown and debate going downstairs for something to eat, or taking another hot bath to ease the ache in my back.  But I have found a comfortable position, so I decide to stay put as long as my body will let me. 

Staring out the window at the fading grey light, I idly stroke the swell of my stomach, and begin to sing softly: 
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care"?

It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

(Open to Chester)

It's only half past the point of oblivion, the hourglass on the table, the walk before the run.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Friday, March 12th, late afternoon
Wanda's bedroom

The position of the day seems to be as propped up as I can be, with two pillows under my knees.  I can't say it's comfortable, but it's bearable.  Today has been almost bearble.  Having slept for several solid hours probably has a lot to do with that though.  Dropped into that dead sleep in his arms, woke in the late morning with his scent on the pillows and in the blanket.  It was comforting.  I might have slept the afternoon away as well...

but the contraction was rather startling.  There were a few more, but now they have seem to have abated.  I stroke my stomach, and she rolls.  I can actually see her leg move underneath my strained skin.  I grasp a spot of flesh, and capture the tiny foot beneath it.  I chuckle, and I think she is amused as well.   "Soon sweetling, soon I'll be able to hold you."  I murmur, and she kicks in response.  I do hope I am not lying to her about that.

I re-adjust my nightgown and debate going downstairs for something to eat, or taking another hot bath to ease the ache in my back.  But I have found a comfortable position, so I decide to stay put as long as my body will let me. 

Staring out the window at the fading grey light, I idly stroke the swell of my stomach, and begin to sing softly: 
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care"?

It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

(Open to Chester)