[Lost] A note

[frothy-bunny.livejournal.com]

 He hadn't said all my love.  He had to everyone else but not in the note that she sat looking at.  

He had left and it had been her fault.  He had known how it would end, and rather than burying her, mourning her, she was now to mourn him, mourn the fact that he had gone.  Summer and Winter should have never mixed.  It had been foolish and she had left herself unguarded against it.

When he had first said those words, in that cold room to just her with people bustling outside she had known that they were meant.  And when she had finally whispered her response before walking towards near death, she had meant them too.  

She had seen it coming almost.  In the way he had looked at her, in the way he reacted when he saw each new cut and bruise from fights hard fought.  He was never going to have stayed and watched her go to battle.  He couldn't.  

She sat on the floor just looking at the note.  She wanted to cry.  She knew the tears would come eventually.  But now she just knew that where ever he was he had loved her and she had to let him go.....

..........
I love you.
Endemion
"Liam Rooke".................

[Lost] A letter to Mac

[frothy-bunny.livejournal.com]

( So I'm a little bored waiting for my gp appointment..... I was just reading the crazy of the fiddlers rest and wondered what their one ensorcelled member of staff could actually do )

 

[Forsaken] Pack

[frothy-bunny.livejournal.com]

( A night of Pack work )

[Lost] A reply

[evergreen-d.livejournal.com]

A reply to the Non-Ensorcelled

 Dear Staff

 Well it sounds like the Hotel is all sorts of fun at the minute. Sorry I’m not there but I’m out on a therapeutic finding myself trip.

Let me see, Yvain is in fact a member of a re-enactment group. As part of it he/she is trying to get into the part. This means a lot of Shakespearean talking and the such. As for the Cross-dressing, Well we do live in an open and understanding world. As long as what is being worn abides by the dress code then Yvain can choose to be whoever he/she chooses to be and you have to admit, the 20s did have a very nice style. Does he look good in it? I may ask for photos.

Nyght is having personal issues; I wouldn’t worry too much about her. However if she ever comes in looking angry I do recommend staying away. She has a tendency to make very… pointed… answers to things.

Eli has gone? Oh dear. I will have to sit him down and introduce him to the concept of holiday leave like I did his whore… sorry I mean girlfriend.

I should be back soon. 

Mac

To the Ensorcelled Staff

Dear Staff.

Well it sounds like the Hotel is all sorts of fun at the minute.  Sorry I’m not there, however I am currently on the trail of a Goddess of Winter who may or may not hate me because of my Court.

Yvain sounds as though he/she is in the middle of a Durance Flashback. I would recommend leaving him too it or finding a therapist/girlfriend/sibling of his/hers. Else Ill look into it when I get back. He is really very cute when he talks all posh though isn’t he?

Nyght just got dumped again and is probably of having therapeutic stabbings. Stay away if she turns up.

Eli has gone? Is he dead? Or.. well No. I shouldn’t say that. I wouldn’t want that. Umm… Ill figure out where he’s gone too I suppose. Ella-Ra probably broke a nail so I wouldn’t worry that much.

I should be back soon

Mac

(Lost) The touch

[akonken.livejournal.com]

When you're all alone, time moves differently. Not faster, not slower, but in a completely different way. It's like Over There in that sense.

When you stay still, the pain stays in one place. The agony of a broken bone doesn't travel up your leg into your spine if you don't move. The desolation of a broken heart sits heavy in your chest, but it doesn't push the tears into your eyes if you don't move.

When you're ignored, you can pretend you aren't there. You can blend in against the wall or the furniture, feeling like something unimportant. You can fade away.

But when people look at you with that expression, when they murmur condolences, when they ask if you're okay, when they come to you, and squeeze your hand or hug you or rub your arm, it's like being a bag full of broken glass.

It tears at you, jostling the time into where it belongs, the pain all over you, forcing you into existence.

You want to tear at them in return, digging your fingers into their heart until they know what it's like to be forced to feel when you don't want to.

You can't do that.

Act strong. Be strong.

You'll live. You have to live.

Keep going.

[Lost] December is the killing month

[colonel-maxim.livejournal.com]

The man in white walked into Shard's Ice Bar. Ignoring the shining and giggling C-List wannabes, he bored his way to the serving area where he caught the eye of one of the unshaven servitors behind the bar.

'Vodka, plain, simple and keep it flowing. The account is in the name of Byrne.' Temporarily flummoxed, the barman looked at his supervisor to be rewarded by a nod in the direction of the Finlandia Pure. Mentally shrugging, he lined up a rack of ice-glasses and poured a sizeable shot of vodka into each. He then looked at the customer and shrunk back.

The recipient of the vodka was gazing at the glasses as if he could find redemption, or at least clarity, within the glasses. His hand shot out, grasped the first glass and raised it high. With a gruff curse, he snarled out the word "Marcus" and threw back the shot in a single swallow. With a swift movement, his hand snaked out and grabbed the second glass before sending it skidding after the first with the word "Deyanaira." And thus it went on. Each toast being somewhere between a curse and a lamentation; the space around him growing a little more apparent as people started to shift away from the ill vibrations caused by the chill cyclone standing at the bar.
"Lorica"
"George"
"Neve"
"Perry Hound"
A halt, a hesitation, a dark look and a curse. "Aidan, although you do not deserve the company, see you on the other side."

Finally, he straightened up and stretched himself erect. Grabbing the bottle, he sneered at the glitterati who recoiled at his gaze. Raising it aloft, he looked at the ceiling and suddenly his voice cracked and, for a moment, he sounded vulnerable and lost. "In the name of the gods, just stop getting yourself killed. I just do not know how much more I can take."

Rag Dolls

[kathminchin.livejournal.com]

Getting into the head of my new character. Hopefully the formatting will help it make sense.

( On making dolls )

[Lost] A moment

[evergreen-d.livejournal.com]

 Nyght spoke calmly “He was going to be the one to bury me and he knew that.”

Macs eyes dropped to the water as she leaned on the railing on the side of the boat. Her eyes glazed slightly as she looked into the dark depths as her heart beat slows. She sees his face. His form as he moves through the hedge with his family, chasing after the last of an ill-fated venture. The image changes and she sees him lying, pale in a pool of his own blood surrounded by those he calls family. A tear trails down her face and falls into the water as her heart beats once more.

“It’s the curse of loving someone set to defend us all” She whispers wondering if she has doomed herself to her fate.