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estdeus_innobis[Morning of Saturday, January 9 (day 223)]
[Out at the Carousel]
Lovely new year and all and I get that people are glad it's warming up, but my easy-going nature is getting sorely tested. 'cause it's done something every day so far this year. Every goddamn day without fail.
It's melted.
Oh, yeah, sure, not a lot; we're not getting down to a proper thaw or anything like that and I sure's hell don't see anyone turning down their shot at the hot water, and I'd worry if they did. But the thin scrims and laces of ice, the threads gathering up along the seams of hinge and joist and engine... they melt and they seep and they get inside. And then boom!, sun takes his sorry ass off out west like he's got a hot dinner date over the horizon, and everything freezes again.
Jay's getting positively poetic with the swearing. He could be a talker if he could get patter going along with the flow (and not be inviting everything within earshot to get rust and broken cogs in really uncomfortable places).
My baby's half-asleep today behind the long grey skirts of rain, flashing and whipping in swirls and circles like beads on a Grindhouse costume. Just a few dim flickering lightbulbs, and a thin calliope piping, and the roof fending off maybe half the rain coming down. It doesn't remind me so much of Anushka when it's like this. Less crystal strings thrumming between earth and sky and the beat of the air between them and more like watching a ghost of the sea, a skinny flickering projection of waves rushing forward and down.
I shrug my scarf up 'round my neck and ears and draw my heels up, sitting side-saddle on one of the horses. Anti's asleep and Kythera's mumbling annoyedly somewhere in the folds of my sweater. Sweet girls, and warm too, and company, which is kind of nice right now as I don't expect many people are going to be stopping by. But hey, Market's not likely to get much trade and the bit of town closest to us has the Inn (and for later in the day, the Tavern), so who knows?
I pull out a smoke and flick brass and flint and steel for a light, grinning for a second as the flame comes up, a soft and glowing petal in the grey air.
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[Out at the Carousel]
Lovely new year and all and I get that people are glad it's warming up, but my easy-going nature is getting sorely tested. 'cause it's done something every day so far this year. Every goddamn day without fail.
It's melted.
Oh, yeah, sure, not a lot; we're not getting down to a proper thaw or anything like that and I sure's hell don't see anyone turning down their shot at the hot water, and I'd worry if they did. But the thin scrims and laces of ice, the threads gathering up along the seams of hinge and joist and engine... they melt and they seep and they get inside. And then boom!, sun takes his sorry ass off out west like he's got a hot dinner date over the horizon, and everything freezes again.
Jay's getting positively poetic with the swearing. He could be a talker if he could get patter going along with the flow (and not be inviting everything within earshot to get rust and broken cogs in really uncomfortable places).
My baby's half-asleep today behind the long grey skirts of rain, flashing and whipping in swirls and circles like beads on a Grindhouse costume. Just a few dim flickering lightbulbs, and a thin calliope piping, and the roof fending off maybe half the rain coming down. It doesn't remind me so much of Anushka when it's like this. Less crystal strings thrumming between earth and sky and the beat of the air between them and more like watching a ghost of the sea, a skinny flickering projection of waves rushing forward and down.
I shrug my scarf up 'round my neck and ears and draw my heels up, sitting side-saddle on one of the horses. Anti's asleep and Kythera's mumbling annoyedly somewhere in the folds of my sweater. Sweet girls, and warm too, and company, which is kind of nice right now as I don't expect many people are going to be stopping by. But hey, Market's not likely to get much trade and the bit of town closest to us has the Inn (and for later in the day, the Tavern), so who knows?
I pull out a smoke and flick brass and flint and steel for a light, grinning for a second as the flame comes up, a soft and glowing petal in the grey air.
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