Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Monday April 26th, late morning
The Porch of the Dormouse

"And soon the flowers will be out, and will make everything so colorful and pretty, and the roses in the backyard---"  My daughter's little head turns to look at me, hearing her name.  I laugh and bounce her on my knee a little.  "No sweetling, there is a flower called 'rose', you were named after them.  You'll see them soon."  I assure her, and she turns her attention back to the street.  A child her age should not be able to hold her head upright, but she does.  So far, to all outward apperances, that is the only strange thing.  And people without children close to them in their lives probably would not know that, so I don't worry about it over much.

It's a lovely Spring day.  The sun is out, the slight breeze is sweet and green; truly life renewing itself.  So why stay inside?  Rose has been fed and cleaned up, and seems to enjoy observing so we have been sitting here for the past half hour.  I'm quite comfortable in jeans and a light weight, v-necked sage coloured sweater; my shoes kicked off so I can wiggle my toes in the warm sunlight creeping up the steps, and my rose cameo at my neck.  Rose curls and uncurls her toes as well, fascinated by them.  For all her understanding, there is still a newborns curisoity there as well.  I chuckle and tickle them lightly, and she squirms in delight and coo's again.  "Yes, they belong to you and they are adorable little toes at that."  I laugh, and lift her off my knee enough to rain kisses on her cheek from behind.

Re-settle her back on my lap, and we continue to observe life going by.  "It's lovely, isn't it?"  I ask her, my hand gesturing to everything around us.  "And this is just the beginning.  There's so much to see and do my little Rose... I can't wait to show you how wonderful it all is."

And I can't, I just hope there's time to do so.

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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Monday April 26th, late morning
The Porch of the Dormouse

"And soon the flowers will be out, and will make everything so colorful and pretty, and the roses in the backyard---"  My daughter's little head turns to look at me, hearing her name.  I laugh and bounce her on my knee a little.  "No sweetling, there is a flower called 'rose', you were named after them.  You'll see them soon."  I assure her, and she turns her attention back to the street.  A child her age should not be able to hold her head upright, but she does.  So far, to all outward apperances, that is the only strange thing.  And people without children close to them in their lives probably would not know that, so I don't worry about it over much.

It's a lovely Spring day.  The sun is out, the slight breeze is sweet and green; truly life renewing itself.  So why stay inside?  Rose has been fed and cleaned up, and seems to enjoy observing so we have been sitting here for the past half hour.  I'm quite comfortable in jeans and a light weight, v-necked sage coloured sweater; my shoes kicked off so I can wiggle my toes in the warm sunlight creeping up the steps, and my rose cameo at my neck.  Rose curls and uncurls her toes as well, fascinated by them.  For all her understanding, there is still a newborns curisoity there as well.  I chuckle and tickle them lightly, and she squirms in delight and coo's again.  "Yes, they belong to you and they are adorable little toes at that."  I laugh, and lift her off my knee enough to rain kisses on her cheek from behind.

Re-settle her back on my lap, and we continue to observe life going by.  "It's lovely, isn't it?"  I ask her, my hand gesturing to everything around us.  "And this is just the beginning.  There's so much to see and do my little Rose... I can't wait to show you how wonderful it all is."

And I can't, I just hope there's time to do so.

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Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.

[hopenotfaith.livejournal.com]

Monday, 26 April, morning

It's a bright day, I can see that, even if I can't see much else. Warm an' all. Faith insisted I wear a dress - "show 'im exactly 'ow yer different now," - so I got a floral dress from the market. Faith thought it was boring, but I ain't goin' to show up there in somethin' skimpy. This is difficult enough.

Bin two months since I've bin like this. Six months since 'e kissed me. An' we've only 'ad one conversation in all that time, but I still think about 'im. An' it's clear 'e ain't ever going to come back an' see me, so I'll go to 'im.

Faith walks me to the bakery.

"Just 'is boy in there, luvvie," she says, and we step in.

"Is Mr White 'ere?" I ask, an' 'is assistant says 'e'll get 'im. Faith kisses me cheek.

"I'll see you later, luvvie," she says, all gentle-like. Feel a bit panicked when she's gone, cos I can't see nothin' without 'er 'and in mine, an' anyway - I'm nervous about seein' 'im.

[closed]

Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.

[hopenotfaith.livejournal.com]

Monday, 26 April, morning

It's a bright day, I can see that, even if I can't see much else. Warm an' all. Faith insisted I wear a dress - "show 'im exactly 'ow yer different now," - so I got a floral dress from the market. Faith thought it was boring, but I ain't goin' to show up there in somethin' skimpy. This is difficult enough.

Bin two months since I've bin like this. Six months since 'e kissed me. An' we've only 'ad one conversation in all that time, but I still think about 'im. An' it's clear 'e ain't ever going to come back an' see me, so I'll go to 'im.

Faith walks me to the bakery.

"Just 'is boy in there, luvvie," she says, and we step in.

"Is Mr White 'ere?" I ask, an' 'is assistant says 'e'll get 'im. Faith kisses me cheek.

"I'll see you later, luvvie," she says, all gentle-like. Feel a bit panicked when she's gone, cos I can't see nothin' without 'er 'and in mine, an' anyway - I'm nervous about seein' 'im.

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Misery loves company, so pull up a chair and have a drink.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

Monday Night, April 26th
The yard behind the Doctor's office

The logs I've built up for the fire finally succumb with a loud crackle.  the fall in on themselves, sending flames and embers up into the night sky.  Get a little lost in the dancing flames, the light and color, the way makes the golden coin... Tez's gold coin, glow as it flips between my fingers.  Genny came by with her Ma... more was dragged by her Ma to make sure she was truly better. 

And she was.  Back to the same, sweet kid she was before... and she didn't have to say anything.  The look on her face, and Tez's coin in her hand, that was my confirmation.  My friend.. my brother was truly gone.  I asked her if he did right by her, in the end.  Genny just sniffed and nodded her head.  Imagine that, Tez went out making something right. 

I thought I should go and raise a drink to his memory.  But I never know who I might run into at the Whitechapel, and Verdi's cheerfulness is not what I need.  So after I close up for the night I hang a sign on the door directing all emergencies to the Abbey.  Then I collect a shit load of wood, some kindling, a few bottles of vodka, and a couple of lawn chairs I found at the market.  Once the night fell, I started the fire and the drinking.  Seemed the best way to remember Tez.

Take a long pull from my bottle, and stop twirling the coin long enough to chuck some more wood onto the fire.  "Dammit Tez... "  I sigh, and shake my head.  "It's all going to hell..."  Laugh a little at that.  He would've laughed too, I think.  "... everything's so fucked up, and you're not here to tell me to get over it, or get me drunk enough to forget it for a few hours.  Miao dumped me and..."  Stop and realize what I'm doing.  Pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh.  "And I'm talking to no one.  Wunderbar." 

Take another swig.  I am not near drunk enough to talk to the dead yet.

(Open to Iago)
(CLOSED)

Misery loves company, so pull up a chair and have a drink.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

Monday Night, April 26th
The yard behind the Doctor's office

The logs I've built up for the fire finally succumb with a loud crackle.  the fall in on themselves, sending flames and embers up into the night sky.  Get a little lost in the dancing flames, the light and color, the way makes the golden coin... Tez's gold coin, glow as it flips between my fingers.  Genny came by with her Ma... more was dragged by her Ma to make sure she was truly better. 

And she was.  Back to the same, sweet kid she was before... and she didn't have to say anything.  The look on her face, and Tez's coin in her hand, that was my confirmation.  My friend.. my brother was truly gone.  I asked her if he did right by her, in the end.  Genny just sniffed and nodded her head.  Imagine that, Tez went out making something right. 

I thought I should go and raise a drink to his memory.  But I never know who I might run into at the Whitechapel, and Verdi's cheerfulness is not what I need.  So after I close up for the night I hang a sign on the door directing all emergencies to the Abbey.  Then I collect a shit load of wood, some kindling, a few bottles of vodka, and a couple of lawn chairs I found at the market.  Once the night fell, I started the fire and the drinking.  Seemed the best way to remember Tez.

Take a long pull from my bottle, and stop twirling the coin long enough to chuck some more wood onto the fire.  "Dammit Tez... "  I sigh, and shake my head.  "It's all going to hell..."  Laugh a little at that.  He would've laughed too, I think.  "... everything's so fucked up, and you're not here to tell me to get over it, or get me drunk enough to forget it for a few hours.  Miao dumped me and..."  Stop and realize what I'm doing.  Pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh.  "And I'm talking to no one.  Wunderbar." 

Take another swig.  I am not near drunk enough to talk to the dead yet.

(Open to Iago)
(CLOSED)