you/ you're my mask/ you're my cover, my shelter/ you/ you're my mask/ you're the one who's blamed

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

(Thursday, October 1st, day 123)
(Early evening, The Miskatonic Cafe')

Decided it was time to truly pay Lucien back for knocking me senseless for hours.  Once he rose out of a dreamless sleep next to his woman, I swiftly rendered him unconscious and took over as "Dr. Lucien Constantine" for the day.  It was easy..... no one noticed.

Honestly, it is a refreshing change to be a bit more active, even if I have to wear the 'Lucien suit' to do so.
It is a fair form, and it catches the eye of more than a few females *and males, to be honest*, and I could have been trapped in worse.

After office hours were over, I wander through town a bit, before deciding to indulge in the thing humans seem to be so addicted to, coffee.   Find a seat near the window, and before I can even order, the waitress who is so much more than a waitress, places a coffee cup in front of me, along with a plate of food.  A hamburger and french fries.  Must be a standard order for my host then.  Settle back in the chair and watch life go by the window.  Maybe, after dinner, I'll go back to the Dormouse tonight, see if Wanda will notice the difference.  Lovely, little Wanda.... she's most likely scream if I reveal myself mid-coitus, but how she'll scream..... whether in terror or pleasure....
With that though making me smile, I sip my coffee and listen to the music swirling about me.

"hate, I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
pay, pay the price
pay, for nothing's fair

hey!  I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
hey!  I'm your life
and I no longer care

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true

I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you
Sad But True"

(closed)

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[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

"The same to you, cara."
Mutual respect, that will most likely not last outside this conversation. But in these times, I guess we take what we can get. And let's face it, I don't trust him any farther than I could...
actually, I could probably throw him pretty far. That absurb thought actually makes me smile.

"So this friend of yours... Lily. What's she really like?" "She is perfection." I say without thinking. "She is the only being like her in the entire universe, made to be perfect by the hand of my Creator. She is beauty and cruelty and seductive death and pure flame incarnate...."

Laugh a bit, and take another drink of the coffee.
"I can see why humans get so addicted to this stuff. And if I tell you anymore, she will be cross that I am interfering with her sport." I say good naturedly, but grow serious again. "But she is dangerous, make no mistake."

[lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com]

"She is perfection. She is the only being like her in the entire universe, made to be perfect by the hand of my Creator. She is beauty and cruelty and seductive death and pure flame incarnate...." I arch an eyebrow at his description of her. "I can see why humans get so addicted to this stuff. And if I tell you anymore, she will be cross that I am interfering with her sport." Brief sidenote on the coffee and then he cuts off explaining this woman of "perfection" to me with playfulness in his voice. Seriously, he add, "But she is dangerous, make no mistake."

"Sounds like the definition of 'woman.'" Shrugging, I set down the empty tea cup in front of me and stand. "Maybe I'll have the pleasure of getting to know her better. If my luck holds true, it'll be quite a story, I'm sure. Well, Marbas, see you 'round."

Drop money on the table and I walk away.

The clock is tick-tick-ticking for us all.