Would you like an apple pie with that?
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estdeus_innobisLate Monday afternoon
7th June, Day 372
Tavern of Hell, Verdandi’s apt.
Woke up this morning to snow, of all things, and after I finished swearing and putting on all my winter clothes, I went down to the kitchen. Of course everyone else at the ‘Boy thought the snow was very strange, but for Excolo, strange is pretty usual, I’m coming to realize. And there are worse things than snow, certainly, especially when you have somewhere warm to stay.
The best thing I can think of to do when it’s cold outside is find a kitchen and something hot to eat and not go anywhere, but thinking about Verdi got to bothering me again and it came to me that I should go see how Verite’s doing by herself in the cold. Felt like I shouldn’t go see either of them without bringing something, though, and so I asked Mrs. Danvers would she let me use her kitchen if I brought in my own things and cleaned up afterwards. After she sat me down and made me tell her what exactly I planned to do in her kitchen, she said I could bake as many pies as I wanted to, provided I left some for the people at the ‘Boy, which of course I was going to do anyway.
I learned to bake from a man who knew his business, though I wouldn’t try to compete with the bakery here or the girl who sells pies at the Saturday market. The half dozen apple pies turned out pretty well, I think, so I wrapped up three of them, put on my coat, and went out into the snow and falling light feeling better than I have in a long time.
The first pie I leave with Alice at the Inn, with instructions to save some for Valmont and Hermia and not to give any at all to Micah. The second I take over to the Salon and leave with Ri, promising that I’ll come over tomorrow to help her make dinner for her family. And with the third pie still steaming in my hands I turn toward the Tavern, scared and happy and relieved all together.
Nod to Thomas as I go in and straight up the stairs. It’s been more than a month, I realize, and I have missed her so badly. To hell with Iago Beddau and his stories. You can’t murder someone who’s bringing you apple pie.
[OPEN to Verdi]
7th June, Day 372
Tavern of Hell, Verdandi’s apt.
Woke up this morning to snow, of all things, and after I finished swearing and putting on all my winter clothes, I went down to the kitchen. Of course everyone else at the ‘Boy thought the snow was very strange, but for Excolo, strange is pretty usual, I’m coming to realize. And there are worse things than snow, certainly, especially when you have somewhere warm to stay.
The best thing I can think of to do when it’s cold outside is find a kitchen and something hot to eat and not go anywhere, but thinking about Verdi got to bothering me again and it came to me that I should go see how Verite’s doing by herself in the cold. Felt like I shouldn’t go see either of them without bringing something, though, and so I asked Mrs. Danvers would she let me use her kitchen if I brought in my own things and cleaned up afterwards. After she sat me down and made me tell her what exactly I planned to do in her kitchen, she said I could bake as many pies as I wanted to, provided I left some for the people at the ‘Boy, which of course I was going to do anyway.
I learned to bake from a man who knew his business, though I wouldn’t try to compete with the bakery here or the girl who sells pies at the Saturday market. The half dozen apple pies turned out pretty well, I think, so I wrapped up three of them, put on my coat, and went out into the snow and falling light feeling better than I have in a long time.
The first pie I leave with Alice at the Inn, with instructions to save some for Valmont and Hermia and not to give any at all to Micah. The second I take over to the Salon and leave with Ri, promising that I’ll come over tomorrow to help her make dinner for her family. And with the third pie still steaming in my hands I turn toward the Tavern, scared and happy and relieved all together.
Nod to Thomas as I go in and straight up the stairs. It’s been more than a month, I realize, and I have missed her so badly. To hell with Iago Beddau and his stories. You can’t murder someone who’s bringing you apple pie.
[OPEN to Verdi]
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Date: 2011-12-29 09:02 pm (UTC)She sets that aside quickly enough, shrugging and turning back to me. Of course I'm still here and of course I'm hers. The rest of it, though....
I straighten up on my knees and put my hand in her hair, gold going everywhere. Kiss her once, just lightly. "It matters, Verdi, but it can't be changed." And again. "Nothing's changed between us, though." And I just pray I can make that true. Neither one of us has changed, not really.
Kiss her a third time, deeply, like I've missed doing so many nights, and then just put an arm around her and lay my head on her shoulder. "Were you going out? I...don't want to keep you if you were." Want nothing more than to keep her, really, have pie and wine and go to bed to hide from the cold.
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Date: 2011-12-29 09:58 pm (UTC)The three kisses he gives me convinces me that he means what he says and I smile brightly at him as he lays his head on my shoulder. Gathering him in my arms, I hug him close. "Good because I didn't want you to stop seeing me. I didn't want you to find out that way but I'm very happy that you're staying anyway."
He asks if I was going out and I say, "I was going to but not anymore. You're here now and I want to be with you instead." I point to my empty plate and continue, "Besides you brought me food. I can't play in the snow and eat pie too. I might drop the pie." I laugh. "I wouldn't mind another piece though, and some of that mulled wine to go with it please."
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Date: 2011-12-30 07:54 am (UTC)Not going to try to talk her into going out if she doesn't want to, not when she sounds so happy about staying in with me. When she lets me go, I stand to my feet and drop a kiss lightly on the top of her head. "Missed you, Verdi." Seems like it needs saying again. So much, goddess.
In the kitchen the wine and spices I mixed are starting to steam, so I strain out two mugs for us and bring them back out to the table. Cut her another piece of pie and one for myself before I sit down on the other side of the table. Reach out for the hand she's not eating with as I try to think of something to say that's not just filling the space between us. "Do you--do you have trouble remembering things?" I know regular people do when they're old. Would've thought it'd be different for goddesses, though.
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:22 am (UTC)He goes into the kitchen, returning with two steaming mugs and I take a sip. It's tastes wonderful and my smile's brighter when he places a slice of pie in front of me. "Thank you."
He's very kind to me and somehow, I keep expecting him to turn around and change his mind. Oh, there are lots of kind people in town but after knowing about the two young men, how many of them would still want to talk to me? I don't think many would and that has me thinking about vicious cycles.
His hand touches mine and he asks, "Do you--do you have trouble remembering things?"
"Yes, I do." I nod and say, "I remember everything that's happened in town but before then, there's only bits and pieces. And I remember everything before Ragnarǫk but once I diminished, I began to forget." I pet his hand before digging into my piece of pie. "I wanted to know more but I think now, that maybe I shouldn't have tried so hard." I shrug one shoulder. "What good would the long-ago past do for a goddess of the present? I think it's better to pretend there was nothing important between Twilight and Now. It's not perfect but I'm going with it."
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Date: 2012-01-03 12:07 am (UTC)"Verdi--" Don't even know where to start. I guess she's right: it's now that matters, and going on, not wanting to know what happened so long ago. "I hope that in a hundred years...you remember me." So still, and the words said quiet don’t echo so much as they do fall.
I look down at my plate after I say it, because I can't watch her, not after I've said something like that. So small and stupid, to throw the time up at her, knowing we won't have anything like that long. Knowing she can't want anything like that with me. She's for right now, goddess of, and so am I for her.
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Date: 2012-01-03 04:01 am (UTC)"You're not easy to forget, Jarmyn." I smile sweetly. "You shouldn't worry about it either, because we'll be together for as long as you like." I go back to eating my pie, swallowing the last bites. It tastes so good and I take a few sips of the hot cider.
"Is it important that I remember you?" and I put my hand on his. "What if I didn't?" It might happen but then I probably wouldn't remember it having happened in the first place. I've stopped trying to find out if that's important or not. It might matter to him though.
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Date: 2012-01-03 05:08 am (UTC)Not really sure what to say when she asks me is it important. Of course it is, to me, but if that's not plain to her already, I don't know how to make it clear. "If you don't, I guess I won't be around to remind you." I'm having to blink really fast, and I still can't look at her. I set my fork down and push my chair back, picking up her mug and mine. I'll go in the kitchen and collect myself, and everything will be all right.