estdeus_innobis | Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade

Tuesday, October 27th
Morning
The Iron Maiden

Since I heard bout the new store in town, I been meanin' to go in. Taken what care I could of my guns over the years, but I never learned any gunsmithin'. I never spared the oil an kept 'em clean all the time I ain't used 'em, but they seen hard use before that. I took 'em out behind the 'Boy the last fine day an ran an eye over 'em. Bore on both's clean an bright, frizzen sparkin' like it should, but the pistol's bore got pittin' an the second spring on the musket's lock ain't right.

Pretty place, all pale purple. Push open the door: inside dim purple light, gleamin' off jewelry an long dark barrels. Woman with her back to me, tall an solid, dark hair up in a braid. Pale brown skin, an as she turns I feel my heart joltin' cause I knows this woman, lookin' the same now all them years ago in the same smell of metal an' smoke an' tea -

"Marie?"

Open to Chantal