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jholloway.livejournal.com2010-09-21 02:24 am
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2010-09-21
jholloway.livejournal.com2010-09-21 02:24 amdarcyblake.livejournal.com2010-09-21 06:00 amEntry tags:
Darcy dreams.
(Guess I should mention for clarity's sake - this is re: the 'special event' dream plot that was run at the Requiem weekender)
( And I will reach to none but you, though you are no longer there... )
( And I will reach to none but you, though you are no longer there... )
akonken.livejournal.com2010-09-21 10:05 amEntry tags:
(Forsaken) The problem with family
...is that they invade your dreams. Like this one:
I'm flying. Quickly. I'm like a hawk chasing a sparrow, ducking between buildings, diving close to cars on the motorway, lifting to avoid careening into lampposts. I don't have to flap my arms except to control where I'm going.
It's awesome, actually.
Then I see my quarry: Mal Richards. I pin my arms to my sides and dive for him. This time I'm going to catch him.
He's fast too, though, and I miss. We dive and swoop, picking up speed.
Finally I do catch him. I wrap my arms around him and bring him gently to the ground and look at him intently.
"We're going to have a healthy family dynamic," I say, looking into his eyes. "If I have to kill you all to get it."
Then I wake up.
That was weird.
I'm flying. Quickly. I'm like a hawk chasing a sparrow, ducking between buildings, diving close to cars on the motorway, lifting to avoid careening into lampposts. I don't have to flap my arms except to control where I'm going.
It's awesome, actually.
Then I see my quarry: Mal Richards. I pin my arms to my sides and dive for him. This time I'm going to catch him.
He's fast too, though, and I miss. We dive and swoop, picking up speed.
Finally I do catch him. I wrap my arms around him and bring him gently to the ground and look at him intently.
"We're going to have a healthy family dynamic," I say, looking into his eyes. "If I have to kill you all to get it."
Then I wake up.
That was weird.
akonken.livejournal.com2010-09-21 10:46 amEntry tags:
(Requiem) Thank heavens for little girls.
Charlotte was going to be a governess.
It left prickles on her skin when she thought about working with the child, a discomfiting dissonance between the aspects she was keenly aware still made up who she was.
Irene discovered a hidden sorrowful feeling of loss for her own child, taken away to be another Conditioned Servitor so many years ago.
Agnes looked forward to the challenge that sole control of the transformation of an ill-educated young person to an intelligent and mannered servant (and perhaps someday childe of her employer) would bring.
Marie was keenly aware how close Stefan was to her, how flirtatious.
The rest, for now, were quiet.
Beyond all that, the pay was fair, and it meant she had further protection if it was needed. She would have agreed to just the protection, if she was honest, but the money would help too.
She still stung from having been dropped so wholly by her family. Nearly a hundred years' work ruined by someone else's stupid, foolhardy mistake. Everything she knew gone in the stopping of a heartbeat, all comfort and security vanished and replaced by the Beast and an ability to sleep in dirt.
She would build herself up once more. If she had to serve occasionally, she would; she was not so fiercely opposed now as she had been in her first month or two.
The important thing was that overall she was free and independent now. Nobody else could betray her. She wouldn't let them.
What she would do was pass her lessons on.
It left prickles on her skin when she thought about working with the child, a discomfiting dissonance between the aspects she was keenly aware still made up who she was.
Irene discovered a hidden sorrowful feeling of loss for her own child, taken away to be another Conditioned Servitor so many years ago.
Agnes looked forward to the challenge that sole control of the transformation of an ill-educated young person to an intelligent and mannered servant (and perhaps someday childe of her employer) would bring.
Marie was keenly aware how close Stefan was to her, how flirtatious.
The rest, for now, were quiet.
Beyond all that, the pay was fair, and it meant she had further protection if it was needed. She would have agreed to just the protection, if she was honest, but the money would help too.
She still stung from having been dropped so wholly by her family. Nearly a hundred years' work ruined by someone else's stupid, foolhardy mistake. Everything she knew gone in the stopping of a heartbeat, all comfort and security vanished and replaced by the Beast and an ability to sleep in dirt.
She would build herself up once more. If she had to serve occasionally, she would; she was not so fiercely opposed now as she had been in her first month or two.
The important thing was that overall she was free and independent now. Nobody else could betray her. She wouldn't let them.
What she would do was pass her lessons on.
mionassmaster.livejournal.com2010-09-21 04:23 pm
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The beginning.
Johannes wakes up in his haven, it is a bleak little thing, not poor in it's decoration but dark in its layout. His sheets are black silk and smell otherworldly, his bed large and flamboyant.
He stalks his way from his bed to the bathroom, looking in the mirror, forcing it to focus. For a few moments he stands there staring at his reflection, looking his form up and down. Eventually a smile appears on his face, spreading slowly, like a sunrise on his face.
"Friends...I would like some friends. They need my help."
The words are firm and full of belief.
"But first I will talk to her...D...a..r...c...y."
The name slowly slips from his mouth in an almost seductive fashion. His smile spreads further.