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Aug. 13th, 2010
Back from the States
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viking42.livejournal.comVisäte had climbed up the south-eastern tower of Old Inverlochy Castle, the ruined castle abandoned just now. The new castle, a hotel, stood a few meters away, hidden behind the crumbling stone turret.
Turning instead towards the south, he could see the edges of Fort William to the right, the dark summit of Ben Nevis enveloped in storm clouds to his left. It was rare when it wasn't, actually. Only once had he seen the top the mountain in broad sunlight, the day he climbed up there, confirming the existence of a small, unclaimed Hallow. He knew that if he really wanted to get to the top now, all it would take would be fixing the place in his mind and a step into thin air; he'd appear there in a second, startling anyone present.
That was not why he was here, though. He'd just returned from the States, via the same mode of transportation, having spoken to the widow of the missing hiker. Soon, he was going to find an OS map, place the valley he traced from the husband's personal effects upon the map, and explore it later.
For now, though, he was sitting down on the turret, reflecting upon his meeting with the presumed widow. She had obviously had strong feelings for her husband, and the fact he went to the effort to contact her, following it up, gave her some relief.
It seemed she wanted closure, one way or another, and she was almost in tears when he left, fearing what had happened to her husband, hope still in her features.
He did not reveal his deceit; the papers declaring him an officer of the law nothing more than what she wanted to see, his mode of transport not being a flight he'd booked at a week's notice but rather bending the fabric of space to appear almost instantaneously in the vicinity of her house from central Scotland. At least his intention of finding her husband were genuine, even if it was out of a desire to find that site marked on the map, not for her sake...He made a mental note of telling her when and if he found her husband anyway.
He'd been trained for many years in the skills of a con man, and ideally she'd just be another job...maybe it was the personal touch; he hadn't dealt with bereavement before. The look of relief on her face when he turned up, as if he was her savior. He didn't know why she should matter more...Still, one learns something new every day, and he was only...
He stopped, trying to remember his age. It seemed like a natural thing, knowing how old you are, and still, he couldn't recall. Ursula had said it was 19 years since his birth earlier last year...was he still a teenager, or was he now twenty? When was his birthday? No, that can wait, that was a distraction for another day. He had the missing hiker to find, Seers to fight, runes to decipher, an Athenaeum to reclaim. Must keep priorities straight.
And they claimed Acanthus were flightly...one just needs discipline.
Turning instead towards the south, he could see the edges of Fort William to the right, the dark summit of Ben Nevis enveloped in storm clouds to his left. It was rare when it wasn't, actually. Only once had he seen the top the mountain in broad sunlight, the day he climbed up there, confirming the existence of a small, unclaimed Hallow. He knew that if he really wanted to get to the top now, all it would take would be fixing the place in his mind and a step into thin air; he'd appear there in a second, startling anyone present.
That was not why he was here, though. He'd just returned from the States, via the same mode of transportation, having spoken to the widow of the missing hiker. Soon, he was going to find an OS map, place the valley he traced from the husband's personal effects upon the map, and explore it later.
For now, though, he was sitting down on the turret, reflecting upon his meeting with the presumed widow. She had obviously had strong feelings for her husband, and the fact he went to the effort to contact her, following it up, gave her some relief.
It seemed she wanted closure, one way or another, and she was almost in tears when he left, fearing what had happened to her husband, hope still in her features.
He did not reveal his deceit; the papers declaring him an officer of the law nothing more than what she wanted to see, his mode of transport not being a flight he'd booked at a week's notice but rather bending the fabric of space to appear almost instantaneously in the vicinity of her house from central Scotland. At least his intention of finding her husband were genuine, even if it was out of a desire to find that site marked on the map, not for her sake...He made a mental note of telling her when and if he found her husband anyway.
He'd been trained for many years in the skills of a con man, and ideally she'd just be another job...maybe it was the personal touch; he hadn't dealt with bereavement before. The look of relief on her face when he turned up, as if he was her savior. He didn't know why she should matter more...Still, one learns something new every day, and he was only...
He stopped, trying to remember his age. It seemed like a natural thing, knowing how old you are, and still, he couldn't recall. Ursula had said it was 19 years since his birth earlier last year...was he still a teenager, or was he now twenty? When was his birthday? No, that can wait, that was a distraction for another day. He had the missing hiker to find, Seers to fight, runes to decipher, an Athenaeum to reclaim. Must keep priorities straight.
And they claimed Acanthus were flightly...one just needs discipline.
lslaw.livejournal.com"Come on, come on," Arthur sighed. "Talk to me, old thing?" he turned the key, but the whirr and whine of the struggling engine told him nothing. He turned off the car and went back out to look under the bonnet. The engine was perfect.
"Is this your way of teaching me a lesson?" he asked. "It is, isn't it; I used you to show off and this is my punishment."
With deft fingers he checked the sparks and caps and all the connections. There was nothing loose or wonky or misaligned.
Arthur sighed and closed the bonnet. He got back into the driving seat and sat with his hands on the wheel and his eyes closed. "I am sorry I used you to boost my ego," he said.
He turned the key and the engine purred softly into life.
"'We can awaken it for you,'" he chuckled. "Too bloody late, mate."
"Is this your way of teaching me a lesson?" he asked. "It is, isn't it; I used you to show off and this is my punishment."
With deft fingers he checked the sparks and caps and all the connections. There was nothing loose or wonky or misaligned.
Arthur sighed and closed the bonnet. He got back into the driving seat and sat with his hands on the wheel and his eyes closed. "I am sorry I used you to boost my ego," he said.
He turned the key and the engine purred softly into life.
"'We can awaken it for you,'" he chuckled. "Too bloody late, mate."
autumn-skald.livejournal.com(Right, first of the meme things. This one is for Yoda. It's a little snippet from Tegan's durance, with a very vague mention of another PC (not by name). Lets see if anyone can spot what that is :P)
The air tingled, sending vibrations right through her… well body wasn’t the right word really. Through the stream of air which her consciousness resided. She knew that feeling well, it meant that there was a storm coming. And that meant he was angry again.
The woman who was now the East Wind gathered herself in tighter, trying to control the air around her. At all costs she had to make sure the sails did not rip. She had to hang on and not lose control when the storm hit.
Around her the air vibrated more, electric currents rippling through her, filling her with a strange and intense ecstasy which tore through her with incredible power and frayed her nerves and her concentration to breaking point. She felt alive and full of joy even as the intensity of the storm threatened to overwhelm the tenuous grip of self she had remaining.
Boom. Rumble. Crack.
The storm raged all around her now, if she had lungs or a mouth she would have screamed as it tore right through her. There was another bang, a flash and suddenly she was falling.
There was a loud crack as a naked woman hit the deck of the ship. She looked up, the storm still raged above her. Memories crowded into her head, thoughts of a family half forgotten and left behind. She had to get back home, had to make things right somehow. After everything she had seen here reconciliation with that life didn’t seem so bad.
It was a struggle but she hauled herself to her feet, her legs almost giving way again underneath her and she steadied herself against the all too real looking figurehead. A moment to breathe and then she moved to the edge of the ship and threw herself off. It was time to go home.
The air tingled, sending vibrations right through her… well body wasn’t the right word really. Through the stream of air which her consciousness resided. She knew that feeling well, it meant that there was a storm coming. And that meant he was angry again.
The woman who was now the East Wind gathered herself in tighter, trying to control the air around her. At all costs she had to make sure the sails did not rip. She had to hang on and not lose control when the storm hit.
Around her the air vibrated more, electric currents rippling through her, filling her with a strange and intense ecstasy which tore through her with incredible power and frayed her nerves and her concentration to breaking point. She felt alive and full of joy even as the intensity of the storm threatened to overwhelm the tenuous grip of self she had remaining.
Boom. Rumble. Crack.
The storm raged all around her now, if she had lungs or a mouth she would have screamed as it tore right through her. There was another bang, a flash and suddenly she was falling.
There was a loud crack as a naked woman hit the deck of the ship. She looked up, the storm still raged above her. Memories crowded into her head, thoughts of a family half forgotten and left behind. She had to get back home, had to make things right somehow. After everything she had seen here reconciliation with that life didn’t seem so bad.
It was a struggle but she hauled herself to her feet, her legs almost giving way again underneath her and she steadied herself against the all too real looking figurehead. A moment to breathe and then she moved to the edge of the ship and threw herself off. It was time to go home.
And so it begins...
Aug. 13th, 2010 03:43 pmseph-hazard.livejournal.comMore historical Eliza, because I heart historical Eliza. With thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lslaw for 'lies', 'shame' and 'unbowed'. I think I really like this one, though as always I may change my mind in a few days time.
( Brixton, 1946. )
lslaw for 'lies', 'shame' and 'unbowed'. I think I really like this one, though as always I may change my mind in a few days time.( Brixton, 1946. )
lslaw.livejournal.comGolden eyes swirl, filling his vision. Hot breath, rich scent; something to hope for, here and now.
"But it is a truly amazing body..." The compliment sincere, of course; the gift of poverty. There can be no ulterior motive when he has nothing to offer besides that body.
He leans closer and the memory of her body is already wrapped around him.
"But it is a truly amazing body..." The compliment sincere, of course; the gift of poverty. There can be no ulterior motive when he has nothing to offer besides that body.
He leans closer and the memory of her body is already wrapped around him.
The gaiety walls come closing in
Aug. 13th, 2010 09:18 pmseph-hazard.livejournal.comUsing words from akonken. I love this meme. I didn't actually get 'fun' into the text but she's having enough of that to make up for it, right?
( What Anna is up to this Friday night, while I am sat at home by myself drinking gin and writing character fic. )
akonken. I love this meme. I didn't actually get 'fun' into the text but she's having enough of that to make up for it, right?( What Anna is up to this Friday night, while I am sat at home by myself drinking gin and writing character fic. )
lslaw.livejournal.comIt was still dark when Gehenna woke and knew that she had gone away. He always knew, without being told, which was why she rarely bothered to say goodbye.
He lay his head back on the pillow, but sleep eluded him; solitude, and the fear it would never end, pressed down on him.
At last he stood, walked downstairs and curled up on the sofa. As his warmth soaked into the cushions, her scent woke and filled his nostrils. He sighed and then he slept.
He lay his head back on the pillow, but sleep eluded him; solitude, and the fear it would never end, pressed down on him.
At last he stood, walked downstairs and curled up on the sofa. As his warmth soaked into the cushions, her scent woke and filled his nostrils. He sighed and then he slept.
lslaw.livejournal.comOver time the child grows...
Haywalk looked up from the book and lifted a hand in front of his face. He was keenly aware of his own body and he knew that it wasn't growing.
He put down the book and opened another.
This is the classroom, where we learn...
Haywalk looked around. He wasn't in a classroom, but was he learning?
Another book.
This is the playground, where we play...
Haywalk smiled. Now he was on more solid ground. He knew how to play, and if he could do that, perhaps he could learn and grow, and that was how he'd become a person.
He closed his eyes; reached out with his mind; found Punch.
He smiled.
Haywalk looked up from the book and lifted a hand in front of his face. He was keenly aware of his own body and he knew that it wasn't growing.
He put down the book and opened another.
This is the classroom, where we learn...
Haywalk looked around. He wasn't in a classroom, but was he learning?
Another book.
This is the playground, where we play...
Haywalk smiled. Now he was on more solid ground. He knew how to play, and if he could do that, perhaps he could learn and grow, and that was how he'd become a person.
He closed his eyes; reached out with his mind; found Punch.
He smiled.
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