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Mar. 9th, 2011
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elizathemekhet.livejournal.comNow that was a fascinating conversation.
Nemoa – the Darkling who poisoned Eli during sex. I’d wanted to meet her for sometime since I saw the scar she left on him. Not that I want the scar to go away. Each time I see it, it serves as a useful reminder to me. When he first told me about her, it was obvious as hell that there had been something depraved that had occurred.
While he does not show certain aspects of his nature to me I am not unaware of their existence. I am not so blinded by love or desire that I am willing to ignore what I was warned about months ago. Moorcroft, bless him, told me certain things that I have never forgotten – indeed, I saw the evidence for myself in Eli’s hollow. And there would be hell to pay if he wanted to install such equipment in our flat.
Nemoa did not need to tell me that Eli does not reveal all the pertinent information that he should. That I did not expect of her but I knew anyway.
I will use any and all means at my disposal to keep him. While I do not myself enjoy some of the sexual practices that I know that he enjoys I’ll use them if I have to. It’s not like I don’t have the experience. My Keeper’s sexual perversions were things I learned well when I was in Arcadia.
I will not be the one to break our Oath.
And if Eli does… let’s just say that Drago had better not have any hopes or dreams involving Ella. There won’t be anything left.
Nemoa – the Darkling who poisoned Eli during sex. I’d wanted to meet her for sometime since I saw the scar she left on him. Not that I want the scar to go away. Each time I see it, it serves as a useful reminder to me. When he first told me about her, it was obvious as hell that there had been something depraved that had occurred.
While he does not show certain aspects of his nature to me I am not unaware of their existence. I am not so blinded by love or desire that I am willing to ignore what I was warned about months ago. Moorcroft, bless him, told me certain things that I have never forgotten – indeed, I saw the evidence for myself in Eli’s hollow. And there would be hell to pay if he wanted to install such equipment in our flat.
Nemoa did not need to tell me that Eli does not reveal all the pertinent information that he should. That I did not expect of her but I knew anyway.
I will use any and all means at my disposal to keep him. While I do not myself enjoy some of the sexual practices that I know that he enjoys I’ll use them if I have to. It’s not like I don’t have the experience. My Keeper’s sexual perversions were things I learned well when I was in Arcadia.
I will not be the one to break our Oath.
And if Eli does… let’s just say that Drago had better not have any hopes or dreams involving Ella. There won’t be anything left.
elizathemekhet.livejournal.comSaffron curled up, exhausted from weeping, on her bed. Her wastepaper bin was full to overflowing with used tissues. Her head ached and her eyes were sore.
Her thoughts went back, time and again, to Jon’s message. She still didn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it.
Part of her had expected him to die on Sunday. His selling of the contract and his survival had been something that had brought her hope by the lunchtime. She had hoped …
It didn’t matter what she had hoped. Not now. Not now that he had left her.
Grief overwhelmed her again and she hugged the pillows tightly. She lay there in the darkness of her room, not aware enough to pull the blinds and close the curtains.
The alarm going off surprised her. She had actually fallen asleep. Saffron dragged herself into the shower. She had work to do – their hedgebeast to check on and then her normal work as a vet. She didn’t want to know right now. Everything she did reminded her of Jon.
Saffron closed her eyes as the water from the shower cascaded over her. She would get through it all, one minute at a time. She couldn’t think more than a minute or so ahead right now.
Each breath hurt.
She didn’t know what Spring intended now for her. But she would serve.
Her thoughts went back, time and again, to Jon’s message. She still didn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it.
Part of her had expected him to die on Sunday. His selling of the contract and his survival had been something that had brought her hope by the lunchtime. She had hoped …
It didn’t matter what she had hoped. Not now. Not now that he had left her.
Grief overwhelmed her again and she hugged the pillows tightly. She lay there in the darkness of her room, not aware enough to pull the blinds and close the curtains.
The alarm going off surprised her. She had actually fallen asleep. Saffron dragged herself into the shower. She had work to do – their hedgebeast to check on and then her normal work as a vet. She didn’t want to know right now. Everything she did reminded her of Jon.
Saffron closed her eyes as the water from the shower cascaded over her. She would get through it all, one minute at a time. She couldn’t think more than a minute or so ahead right now.
Each breath hurt.
She didn’t know what Spring intended now for her. But she would serve.
for allison: Pact, wonder, trouble
Mar. 9th, 2011 03:19 pmthelorax42.livejournal.comTrouble. If one word could sum up the weekend, that would probably be it. Everything had been difficult, from start to finish, and now Galehaut was beginning to shake with a little worry. He had a horde to face, with only unfamiliar weapons to hand.
The ancient pact with the king of cats had to be upheld, and the new king had to be shaped by the dreams of his early nights. A foe had arisen, to make that ancient pact serve the monstrous others , and it had to be stopped. So he went into this fight, wondering if he could win through this difficult task. He had been armed by his lady love, and to his surprise, armoured by Drago. So he had found himself in a place to do battle with the hidden foe, and raise up a king of cats who would protect the dreams and edges of the world as he had done for so long. But he had to win this battle. His allies had prepared the way, and fought lesser skirmishes, so that he might finish the good fight.
The lights went up, and the crowd of homeless and dispossessed waited for Galehaut expectantly. With a slight worry he began to sing the song Adrianne had written him, the cheery showtune echoing through the hall, a new addition to the musical Cats and one which he had never sung before.
He watched, as he poured his effort and magic into his song as a look of wonder passed between them all, their faces lighting up and hanging on his every word. It reminded him hauntingly of the feel of a point of a lance breaking cleanly, and defeating a foe.
Battle was joined, and he thought he had the better of it.
The ancient pact with the king of cats had to be upheld, and the new king had to be shaped by the dreams of his early nights. A foe had arisen, to make that ancient pact serve the monstrous others , and it had to be stopped. So he went into this fight, wondering if he could win through this difficult task. He had been armed by his lady love, and to his surprise, armoured by Drago. So he had found himself in a place to do battle with the hidden foe, and raise up a king of cats who would protect the dreams and edges of the world as he had done for so long. But he had to win this battle. His allies had prepared the way, and fought lesser skirmishes, so that he might finish the good fight.
The lights went up, and the crowd of homeless and dispossessed waited for Galehaut expectantly. With a slight worry he began to sing the song Adrianne had written him, the cheery showtune echoing through the hall, a new addition to the musical Cats and one which he had never sung before.
He watched, as he poured his effort and magic into his song as a look of wonder passed between them all, their faces lighting up and hanging on his every word. It reminded him hauntingly of the feel of a point of a lance breaking cleanly, and defeating a foe.
Battle was joined, and he thought he had the better of it.
Rebirth, renew, return - via Kath
Mar. 9th, 2011 04:38 pmakonken.livejournal.comShe didn't recognise the other girl. Not with her mind, anyway. But Tabitha had called her Rosemary and it brought back a flood of feelings that felt like some sort of rebirth. Her heart seemed to recognise the return of this person from her past (not family, she knew that much).
Even in all the confusion, all the pain, the hope, the panic, the victory – through it all, the other girl was like a beacon, somehow simultaneously comfortable and painful.
Tabitha had told her about her family. She’d said they'd been safe, that they'd lived through the war. How could she be anything but grateful? How could she not want to renew whatever there had been between them?
She just hoped Tabitha would still like her grown up.
Even in all the confusion, all the pain, the hope, the panic, the victory – through it all, the other girl was like a beacon, somehow simultaneously comfortable and painful.
Tabitha had told her about her family. She’d said they'd been safe, that they'd lived through the war. How could she be anything but grateful? How could she not want to renew whatever there had been between them?
She just hoped Tabitha would still like her grown up.
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Mar. 9th, 2011 05:10 pmannwfyn.livejournal.comThis was originally written because I said I'd write something about perceptions of Nyght Star, and I knew I wanted to also write a proper ending for Rosie and I thought I could blend them together.
Then I just wrote about Rosie and not enough about Nyght and I definitely still owe Johanna a piece. But I thought I'd write this up anyway. This is my ending for my Rosie-girl.
She could have done worse, really...
( Happily Ever After... )
Then I just wrote about Rosie and not enough about Nyght and I definitely still owe Johanna a piece. But I thought I'd write this up anyway. This is my ending for my Rosie-girl.
She could have done worse, really...
( Happily Ever After... )
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