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estdeus_innobis[Wednesday, February 3rd (Day 248)]
[Mid-day, the Sacred Whore]
I believe I've gotten out of the habit of working for a living. Not that it's ever been an real necessity, of course, but there was at least some joy to be found in the simpler things - organizing the shop, doing a few custom orders, trying to force the barest semblance of style onto ill-educated farmers and their homely wives. Now? Well, seeing as my customers have been elevated in my mind to something barely above pigs in rags...
Maybe I need a vacation.
True, I haven't actually been at the shop in a good while, but a break from work isn't what I mean. A real and proper vacation, not just a few lazy days spent shacked up at the carnival. As much as I may like to think whiskey and a good roll in a hay can solve all my problems, a nice break from Excolo is probably what I actually need. Get away, forget for a while, and
And the look on Glass's face at that, well, it's enough to keep my suitcase under the bed for the time being. As it is, I'll be lucky if she's not through the door with her hands around my throat any minute now. Probably what I deserve but if that's the way the world worked, I think my life would have gone a little different, yes?
Damien is off running errands with Winnie come down with a nasty cold and so I'm left in the shop by myself, perched on the counter with a book and a glass of wine, trying my best not to think on anything at all. Especially not the idea of little Winifred curled up in my bed where I left her. Couldn't have the silly girl tending a cold in the pantry, even if she's still intent on pretending she doesn't sleep there. No matter, she's sick. No point in even dwelling on it. Daydreaming, now that was perfectly acceptable.
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[Mid-day, the Sacred Whore]
I believe I've gotten out of the habit of working for a living. Not that it's ever been an real necessity, of course, but there was at least some joy to be found in the simpler things - organizing the shop, doing a few custom orders, trying to force the barest semblance of style onto ill-educated farmers and their homely wives. Now? Well, seeing as my customers have been elevated in my mind to something barely above pigs in rags...
Maybe I need a vacation.
True, I haven't actually been at the shop in a good while, but a break from work isn't what I mean. A real and proper vacation, not just a few lazy days spent shacked up at the carnival. As much as I may like to think whiskey and a good roll in a hay can solve all my problems, a nice break from Excolo is probably what I actually need. Get away, forget for a while, and
And the look on Glass's face at that, well, it's enough to keep my suitcase under the bed for the time being. As it is, I'll be lucky if she's not through the door with her hands around my throat any minute now. Probably what I deserve but if that's the way the world worked, I think my life would have gone a little different, yes?
Damien is off running errands with Winnie come down with a nasty cold and so I'm left in the shop by myself, perched on the counter with a book and a glass of wine, trying my best not to think on anything at all. Especially not the idea of little Winifred curled up in my bed where I left her. Couldn't have the silly girl tending a cold in the pantry, even if she's still intent on pretending she doesn't sleep there. No matter, she's sick. No point in even dwelling on it. Daydreaming, now that was perfectly acceptable.
[Open to Jarmyn and anyone else needing to look fabulous]
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