Mar. 10th, 2011

[identity profile] syl-thorn.livejournal.com
[Early evening, Monday, March 29th, day 302]
[The woods]



This is when you realize, Nanshe said t'me in m'dream, watchin' m'dream-self sittin' an' holdin' onna Genny's paint tubes. Annat wuz true...I jes' di'n't understand what't wuz't I wuz gonna be re'lizin'. I sat't m'worktable after Tez came t'me, I sat wit' somma Genny's paints fer days on end, turnin'em over'n m'hands. Thinkin'. An'I re'lized, 'n th'end, 'at'ere wuzn't no other way.

Came back out'ere, t'th'clearin' where I put th'charm on m'knife. Silence 'n me raised a lotta power'ere, an' sommovit's still hangin' over th'damp grass. No fire t'night. Don't want no light but th'moon. Jes' me, th'moon, an' th'blade.

Night's dark, annit's cold, wit' th'wind pickin' up hard. I said'd do anythin' t'bring Genny back, anni will....I jes' di'n't think't wuz gonna hafta be'is.

Run th'ball'a m'thumb down th'edge'a m'knifeblade, bringin' blood. I hear thunder'n th'distance. God. M'stomach's'n knots. M'throat hurts. But'll do't. Goddamn th'bastard, 'e knows'm th'only one't would.


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[identity profile] syl-thorn.livejournal.com
[Early evening, Monday, March 29th, day 302]
[The woods]



This is when you realize, Nanshe said t'me in m'dream, watchin' m'dream-self sittin' an' holdin' onna Genny's paint tubes. Annat wuz true...I jes' di'n't understand what't wuz't I wuz gonna be re'lizin'. I sat't m'worktable after Tez came t'me, I sat wit' somma Genny's paints fer days on end, turnin'em over'n m'hands. Thinkin'. An'I re'lized, 'n th'end, 'at'ere wuzn't no other way.

Came back out'ere, t'th'clearin' where I put th'charm on m'knife. Silence 'n me raised a lotta power'ere, an' sommovit's still hangin' over th'damp grass. No fire t'night. Don't want no light but th'moon. Jes' me, th'moon, an' th'blade.

Night's dark, annit's cold, wit' th'wind pickin' up hard. I said'd do anythin' t'bring Genny back, anni will....I jes' di'n't think't wuz gonna hafta be'is.

Run th'ball'a m'thumb down th'edge'a m'knifeblade, bringin' blood. I hear thunder'n th'distance. God. M'stomach's'n knots. M'throat hurts. But'll do't. Goddamn th'bastard, 'e knows'm th'only one't would.


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[identity profile] docconstantine.livejournal.com
Monday afternoon, March 29th
The Sheriff's office

The wind whips about, tugging stray hairs from my ponytail to dance about my face.  Look up at the sky, wondering if the heavens will open up before my errands are done.

Just came from Wanda's.  Since the shoppe is closed Mondays, figured I'd find her in bed.  Rather surprised to see her in the kitchen, rolling out dough for scones.  She looked tired, but not in a bad way.  That normal tired that comes from being up three times a night.   Rose is... I don't know what I was expecting, but it was not a lovely little girl who has her mother's eyes.  I felt a pang, a fleeting regret as I held her, recalling the twins mentioning a girl with red hair and blue eyes... but Rose smiled... she smiled and wrapped her tiny fingers around mine, almost as if to comfort me.  Oh yes, her mother's daughter.  Stayed for a little bit and tried to get details about the birth itself, but Wanda was evasive.  Which can't be good, but she's still here, and none the worse for wear that I could see.  When she's ready, she'll tell me.

With that surprsingly pleasant task done, I go back to my office, collect my ledgers and head back down Main to Silk.  I have to get this done, the longer I wait, the easier it will be to forget details and dates. 

Reach the porch of the sheriff's office and push open the door.

"Mab?  You around?"  I call out as I edge my way into the office.  At least I am not here to stitch anyone up today.

(Open to Mab)

[identity profile] docconstantine.livejournal.com
Monday afternoon, March 29th
The Sheriff's office

The wind whips about, tugging stray hairs from my ponytail to dance about my face.  Look up at the sky, wondering if the heavens will open up before my errands are done.

Just came from Wanda's.  Since the shoppe is closed Mondays, figured I'd find her in bed.  Rather surprised to see her in the kitchen, rolling out dough for scones.  She looked tired, but not in a bad way.  That normal tired that comes from being up three times a night.   Rose is... I don't know what I was expecting, but it was not a lovely little girl who has her mother's eyes.  I felt a pang, a fleeting regret as I held her, recalling the twins mentioning a girl with red hair and blue eyes... but Rose smiled... she smiled and wrapped her tiny fingers around mine, almost as if to comfort me.  Oh yes, her mother's daughter.  Stayed for a little bit and tried to get details about the birth itself, but Wanda was evasive.  Which can't be good, but she's still here, and none the worse for wear that I could see.  When she's ready, she'll tell me.

With that surprsingly pleasant task done, I go back to my office, collect my ledgers and head back down Main to Silk.  I have to get this done, the longer I wait, the easier it will be to forget details and dates. 

Reach the porch of the sheriff's office and push open the door.

"Mab?  You around?"  I call out as I edge my way into the office.  At least I am not here to stitch anyone up today.

(Open to Mab)

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