“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” Nietzsche

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Tuesday March 16th
Later evening, The Dormouse

.................
"No, love."

................
"I am not cold, really."

.................
"I want to be outside."  I sigh, pulling the comforter closer around me, shivering in my nightgown but enjoying the night air and the starry sky.   Needed a change after the last two days in bed.

...............
"No, sweetling."

.....................
"No.  I do not want your father here."  I say rather sternly, stroking my stomach and shifting; the steps quickly becoming uncomfortable. 

....................
"It doesn't matter if he did or did not actually hurt Derek, I am...."  I  realize I am having a argument with my unborn daughter.   "I am not talking about this." 

...............
"I... I don't hate him, but I hate the things he does."

A moment passes, and I watch a faint trail of light streak across the sky.  I smile, just a little, even though it makes my heart hurt.   "I am the Morning Star. I am fair and fallen..."

...................?
I sigh and nod, one single tear slipping from my eye.
"Yes, sweetling, yes... I still do."

Again, we're quiet, and I notice another pale streak of light across the heveans.

.....................
"Please little one, please do not call him.  I.. I.. ah.... really don't want... don't want...  to see him toni-ahhhh---"

My breath catches in my throat, an odd tension coiling through me.  I stand up, and take a few steps into the yard, eyes still skyward.  Suddenly. there is a bright flash racing across the sky, then another... and another... and it's beautiful and I can hear them sing, and the music .... 

And the sky is filled with light, can you see it?
All the black is really white... if you believe it...

I whisper, knowing the song, but not knowing from where or how I know it.  All I know if the heavens seem to be a fire and the world seems to be holding it's breath within me, and there are tears on my cheeks and there's so much beauty  ---- !

There's a rush of air into my lungs, and a rush of warmth and the tension releases suddenly.  Look down and  realize my water just broke.   I can only stand there for a moment, and let the pure, blind terror crash in on my head.  This is happening tonight, now... and please, please please let me live to hold my daughter, and name her, and show her how beautiful this world can be and---- 

..................................
I take a deep breath and nod my head.  "Yes dear, I know.  it will all work out fine.  I do trust you."  Look up to the sky again, and watch another star tumble from the heavens.

"Go ahead, call your father."  I sigh, turning and heading towards the front yard.  "Not even born yet, and already getting your way."  I grumble, but smiling as I pull the comforter tighter about me.  "Now, let's hope we can find someone passing by willing to go get Nu." 

It's going to be a long night.

(Open to Iblis and Nu)
(Closed)

“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” Nietzsche

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Tuesday March 16th
Later evening, The Dormouse

.................
"No, love."

................
"I am not cold, really."

.................
"I want to be outside."  I sigh, pulling the comforter closer around me, shivering in my nightgown but enjoying the night air and the starry sky.   Needed a change after the last two days in bed.

...............
"No, sweetling."

.....................
"No.  I do not want your father here."  I say rather sternly, stroking my stomach and shifting; the steps quickly becoming uncomfortable. 

....................
"It doesn't matter if he did or did not actually hurt Derek, I am...."  I  realize I am having a argument with my unborn daughter.   "I am not talking about this." 

...............
"I... I don't hate him, but I hate the things he does."

A moment passes, and I watch a faint trail of light streak across the sky.  I smile, just a little, even though it makes my heart hurt.   "I am the Morning Star. I am fair and fallen..."

...................?
I sigh and nod, one single tear slipping from my eye.
"Yes, sweetling, yes... I still do."

Again, we're quiet, and I notice another pale streak of light across the heveans.

.....................
"Please little one, please do not call him.  I.. I.. ah.... really don't want... don't want...  to see him toni-ahhhh---"

My breath catches in my throat, an odd tension coiling through me.  I stand up, and take a few steps into the yard, eyes still skyward.  Suddenly. there is a bright flash racing across the sky, then another... and another... and it's beautiful and I can hear them sing, and the music .... 

And the sky is filled with light, can you see it?
All the black is really white... if you believe it...

I whisper, knowing the song, but not knowing from where or how I know it.  All I know if the heavens seem to be a fire and the world seems to be holding it's breath within me, and there are tears on my cheeks and there's so much beauty  ---- !

There's a rush of air into my lungs, and a rush of warmth and the tension releases suddenly.  Look down and  realize my water just broke.   I can only stand there for a moment, and let the pure, blind terror crash in on my head.  This is happening tonight, now... and please, please please let me live to hold my daughter, and name her, and show her how beautiful this world can be and---- 

..................................
I take a deep breath and nod my head.  "Yes dear, I know.  it will all work out fine.  I do trust you."  Look up to the sky again, and watch another star tumble from the heavens.

"Go ahead, call your father."  I sigh, turning and heading towards the front yard.  "Not even born yet, and already getting your way."  I grumble, but smiling as I pull the comforter tighter about me.  "Now, let's hope we can find someone passing by willing to go get Nu." 

It's going to be a long night.

(Open to Iblis and Nu)
(Closed)

You put your faith in "Nothing is forever"; then what makes love the exception?

[lei-miao-shan.livejournal.com]

[Late afternoon, Tuesday, March 16th, day 289]
[The parlour of Follow Me Boy]


It has now been some weeks since I hired Jarmyn to replace Reed. As of yet, he has been nothing but satisfactory. Thankfully there have been no particular issues to test him, but he is still a diligent and willing employee. Though I must admit, deep in my heart, that I miss Reed. I miss Reed as she once was, the stolid, taciturn, yet warm-hearted woman who guarded this house so well. I trusted that woman with my life, and the lives of all those who serve under this roof. But the woman she became...

...well, I cannot dwell on that. Not now.

It has not been easy, these past few weeks. Vale's loss has brought a drop in our clientele...Parras and I cannot service all of the men and women who seek female company, and Vale's regular clients have been grieving deeply for her; many of them have ceased coming here altogether. It is just another reminder of her loss. But that is something else that I cannot dwell on.

We open today at our regular time, though I do not expect much custom on a weekday. It is enough that we are open, that we are returning to a routine. I sit at my desk with my embroidery and a cup of tea, and I try not to think of what Wanda might be doing.


[OPEN]

You put your faith in "Nothing is forever"; then what makes love the exception?

[lei-miao-shan.livejournal.com]

[Late afternoon, Tuesday, March 16th, day 289]
[The parlour of Follow Me Boy]


It has now been some weeks since I hired Jarmyn to replace Reed. As of yet, he has been nothing but satisfactory. Thankfully there have been no particular issues to test him, but he is still a diligent and willing employee. Though I must admit, deep in my heart, that I miss Reed. I miss Reed as she once was, the stolid, taciturn, yet warm-hearted woman who guarded this house so well. I trusted that woman with my life, and the lives of all those who serve under this roof. But the woman she became...

...well, I cannot dwell on that. Not now.

It has not been easy, these past few weeks. Vale's loss has brought a drop in our clientele...Parras and I cannot service all of the men and women who seek female company, and Vale's regular clients have been grieving deeply for her; many of them have ceased coming here altogether. It is just another reminder of her loss. But that is something else that I cannot dwell on.

We open today at our regular time, though I do not expect much custom on a weekday. It is enough that we are open, that we are returning to a routine. I sit at my desk with my embroidery and a cup of tea, and I try not to think of what Wanda might be doing.


[OPEN]