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SO cannot wait! XD They've only heard glowing reports of the seidrmadr from Madir - time to meet the zombie-head-kicking Vigi in person *grins*
First random hitchhikers, now a serial killer marathon. Dot... >.> <.< I am... Concerned?
Hope all is well with Idle? Well hopefully she's just enjoying a long, fun weekend, and not getting stuck with hour after hour of work. Still, after tomorrow's test, it'd be fun to get the Vikings all together again. ;)
At the risk of being far too cheerful in the morning for Derren, inviting a sharpened Peep to vulnerable parts of my head, good morning all! *grins* Yes, it's Monday and yes, it's a Monday after a holiday weekend at that, but it is absolutely beautiful where I live right now anyway . Hopefully it's a lovely Spring day for everyone else here too.
And talked to Derren last night Lil, and get this - I'm not alone in my love for Peeps! So maybe the stale ones really are only good for gouging out eyeballs, but there's at last one other person in the world who loves those soft, sugary marshmallow-y diabetes-inducing pieces of squishy yumminess!
Looking forward to the postings too of course, once everyone is well-recovered
And talked to Derren last night Lil, and get this - I'm not alone in my love for Peeps! So maybe the stale ones really are only good for gouging out eyeballs, but there's at last one other person in the world who loves those soft, sugary marshmallow-y diabetes-inducing pieces of squishy yumminess!
Looking forward to the postings too of course, once everyone is well-recovered
"To be a child again, eh?"
Though not directed to her, Thomas' offhand question-cum-statement, apropos of nothing weighty in the least, a comment he merely tossed to the winds, was still sufficient to raise one dark eyebrow. And she wondered.
Antonia wondered at herself, that the words did not spear her as they might have, whether flippantly stated in the course of conversation or no. But she supposed that in the grander scheme, her childhood at least had been one of ease and indulgence. There had been tutors to teach her to read and write both English and French, endless music and dancing lessons, and all the pretty silks and satins for the giggling, grey-eyed girl of the childless Master's favored house slave. All this in stark contrast to what might have been her life but for his favor, just past the plantation house gates in the casual, callous brutality that flourished among the endless fields of sugar cane.
She could not help but wonder too: does the meticulously-bred colt or the prize hunting pup ever realize that the Master of its devotions truly considers it mere property, only gradations more valuable than the carriage horse or the fighting cur? Does the creature ever imagine that the Master can never match the devotion of his beast, any more than he would think to write sonnets for his mahogany desk or call his favorite pistol "beloved?"
She knew the answer to those questions all too well, and it was always "No." No, the beast knows nothing until it is far too late, when the bit tears cruelly into the tender flesh of his mouth and the crop lashes at his haunches. Not until the boot connects with his ribs, after his sharp puppy teeth mouth the game too deeply.
Antonia bit the inside of her lip, keeping the useless sigh inside. The flagon of cool bumbo for the helmsman was ready and, silent but for the rustling hiss of her skirts, she returned to the table to set the drink at Jax's vacated seat. Thomas and his first mate were deep in ship matters that had precious little to do with Antonia's work, which would begin in the morn for the next two days until the Skate was underway once more. And so she listened on with half an ear, her gaze following after the helmsman and the boy, disappearing into the kitchens.
And Antonia wondered. She wondered what Luc might choose to do with the doubloon purchased by virtue of his Maman's pound cake, and she smiled. Anything he wished. Her heart thrilled with the sure knowledge, Luc could do anything at all. Merchant? Intrepid explorer? Scholar or proprietor, or tradesman even should he have such skill? There were no chains, no bars or shackles that would ever bind him. Luc was free, and there was no man on this good Earth he would ever call "Master."
His mother had made damn sure of that.
Antonia settled back in her chair, her gaze moving from the kitchens to Thomas, her smile softening, those incomparable eyes shining with the light of genuine gratitude for her lovely man. She knew very well how he loved his world, his life, his beautiful Skate, the vast, endless horizons of the open sea, and the siren's call of peril, all of his own choosing. A life lived entirely on his own terms, each and every second from beginning to end.
And yet to Luc he spoke of merchants in this New World, of the fleets of ships the boy might one day command across the oceans. She would not interrupt his business with the first mate of course, though she mouthed the heartfelt words to him nonetheless, when she thought she might yet catch his eye. 'Thank you, Thomas.'
Though not directed to her, Thomas' offhand question-cum-statement, apropos of nothing weighty in the least, a comment he merely tossed to the winds, was still sufficient to raise one dark eyebrow. And she wondered.
Antonia wondered at herself, that the words did not spear her as they might have, whether flippantly stated in the course of conversation or no. But she supposed that in the grander scheme, her childhood at least had been one of ease and indulgence. There had been tutors to teach her to read and write both English and French, endless music and dancing lessons, and all the pretty silks and satins for the giggling, grey-eyed girl of the childless Master's favored house slave. All this in stark contrast to what might have been her life but for his favor, just past the plantation house gates in the casual, callous brutality that flourished among the endless fields of sugar cane.
She could not help but wonder too: does the meticulously-bred colt or the prize hunting pup ever realize that the Master of its devotions truly considers it mere property, only gradations more valuable than the carriage horse or the fighting cur? Does the creature ever imagine that the Master can never match the devotion of his beast, any more than he would think to write sonnets for his mahogany desk or call his favorite pistol "beloved?"
She knew the answer to those questions all too well, and it was always "No." No, the beast knows nothing until it is far too late, when the bit tears cruelly into the tender flesh of his mouth and the crop lashes at his haunches. Not until the boot connects with his ribs, after his sharp puppy teeth mouth the game too deeply.
Antonia bit the inside of her lip, keeping the useless sigh inside. The flagon of cool bumbo for the helmsman was ready and, silent but for the rustling hiss of her skirts, she returned to the table to set the drink at Jax's vacated seat. Thomas and his first mate were deep in ship matters that had precious little to do with Antonia's work, which would begin in the morn for the next two days until the Skate was underway once more. And so she listened on with half an ear, her gaze following after the helmsman and the boy, disappearing into the kitchens.
And Antonia wondered. She wondered what Luc might choose to do with the doubloon purchased by virtue of his Maman's pound cake, and she smiled. Anything he wished. Her heart thrilled with the sure knowledge, Luc could do anything at all. Merchant? Intrepid explorer? Scholar or proprietor, or tradesman even should he have such skill? There were no chains, no bars or shackles that would ever bind him. Luc was free, and there was no man on this good Earth he would ever call "Master."
His mother had made damn sure of that.
Antonia settled back in her chair, her gaze moving from the kitchens to Thomas, her smile softening, those incomparable eyes shining with the light of genuine gratitude for her lovely man. She knew very well how he loved his world, his life, his beautiful Skate, the vast, endless horizons of the open sea, and the siren's call of peril, all of his own choosing. A life lived entirely on his own terms, each and every second from beginning to end.
And yet to Luc he spoke of merchants in this New World, of the fleets of ships the boy might one day command across the oceans. She would not interrupt his business with the first mate of course, though she mouthed the heartfelt words to him nonetheless, when she thought she might yet catch his eye. 'Thank you, Thomas.'
So good to see you again, Hellis. Hope everything has settled down in life for you, and we'll be seeing a bit more of you about!
And happy Easter to those who celebrate it, and a beautiful Sunday morning (as productive or as lazy as you like ;) ) for those who don't! Today seems a good day for brunch actually, complete with eggs, pancakes, waffles, muffins, sausage, bacon... (nope, not hungry today, not at all XD ) Anyone with some plans for the day, big or small?
And happy Easter to those who celebrate it, and a beautiful Sunday morning (as productive or as lazy as you like ;) ) for those who don't! Today seems a good day for brunch actually, complete with eggs, pancakes, waffles, muffins, sausage, bacon... (nope, not hungry today, not at all XD ) Anyone with some plans for the day, big or small?
*throws hands up in victory* IN BEFORE NOON! YES!
Veti felt the shift long before her eyes saw the difference in the man she loved. She had seen him before but only in glimpses, the golden man beneath Max. She felt him glimmer beneath her hands, light made flesh, as the goddess brought them to London on her breath, the words he spoke with the divinity a personal prayer between them she could neither hear nor understand. She wasn't meant to, and she did not mind
But when Veti's boots hit the herringbone wood floors of the London Office, she could see it all, feel the transformation coming over him completed when he turned to shake Atticus' hand. Max spoke, but it was Thad who finally gripped the incubus' hand in a firm welcome.
He was whole.
He was himself.
He was beautiful.
Bits and pieces of the semi-chaotic scene around them came into focus, and in the few moments she had, Veti did her best to take in the cacophony of light and sound and so many of the people she cared for, back in one place all over again. The initial welcome wasn't for her of course, but for the man returned from the other side of death, as it should be. Still, Veti's eyes were riveted to Daisy with Artie curled up neatly in her arms once more, and she smiled at her friend the Reaper, who had never really answered her words in the Vaults.
Perhaps she never would. Actions always spoke the volumes words never did, and Veti had said what she could. Daisy would do what she would, and that would simply have to be that.
Nestor poured an obscenely large amount of whiskey into his tumbler before settling into one of the vacant chairs. Semyon was returned as well, holstering his pistol, the expression on his face - for as much expression as wights could make - seemed suddenly thoughtful, even concerned for a moment.
Veti had not a moment to ask her friend why that should be, what troubled him great or small, before her eyes flickered to Siya, lovely little Siya shining darkly in Atticus' shadow. The werewolf could smell the blood tingeing those happy tears, and knew the infernal source instantly. Veti was no mind reader, could not have known the doubts lurking behind her friend's eyes. But she could see the joy in that smile, those tiny little fangs just peeking from the covering of pale pink lips. She could not remember the last time she'd seen Siya so perfectly... Content. It was beautiful, it was glorious and Veti wanted to just wrap her arms so tightly about Siya too, find out all that had happened -
But Veti found herself swept up for the second time in as many moments without so much as a "by your leave," and could only give a quick, happy farewell wave over Thad's shoulder to the tiny vampiress, and a hope-filled grin to Daisy and Artie, the werewolf's low, warm laughter trailing behind the couple like a bridal train.
This was a moment some nine years in the making, when the werewolf could finally look into the true eyes of her maker and her lover, the man who loved her enough to die for her - with no more masks between them. As he carried her to the room they had shared nearly a year ago, with its massive four-poster bed and the elegantly tasteful antique furniture, Veti studied Thad's face, sapphire eyes and surprisingly gentle fingers tracing every line of his face.
He seemed heedless of the stone dust and sweat, and so then was she as they lay on the bed. Veti could not take her eyes from his gently smiling face above hers. Of all the impossible things she had ever known, the werewolf felt somehow virginal all over again with a new and heady anticipation, almost as terrifying as it was delicious, as she lay beneath the weight of his body, the feel of his lithe muscles under her fingers.
"It was you," she whispered as she smiled up to him, "It was always you. Max was reckless, thrilling, insane in his foolishness - there was never a dull moment. But it was always you Thad, who brought me back when I swore I was done, time and time again... " Veti gave up any pretense to words with a kiss that deepened until she was as lost as he, blissfully and entirely.
But when Veti's boots hit the herringbone wood floors of the London Office, she could see it all, feel the transformation coming over him completed when he turned to shake Atticus' hand. Max spoke, but it was Thad who finally gripped the incubus' hand in a firm welcome.
He was whole.
He was himself.
He was beautiful.
Bits and pieces of the semi-chaotic scene around them came into focus, and in the few moments she had, Veti did her best to take in the cacophony of light and sound and so many of the people she cared for, back in one place all over again. The initial welcome wasn't for her of course, but for the man returned from the other side of death, as it should be. Still, Veti's eyes were riveted to Daisy with Artie curled up neatly in her arms once more, and she smiled at her friend the Reaper, who had never really answered her words in the Vaults.
Perhaps she never would. Actions always spoke the volumes words never did, and Veti had said what she could. Daisy would do what she would, and that would simply have to be that.
Nestor poured an obscenely large amount of whiskey into his tumbler before settling into one of the vacant chairs. Semyon was returned as well, holstering his pistol, the expression on his face - for as much expression as wights could make - seemed suddenly thoughtful, even concerned for a moment.
Veti had not a moment to ask her friend why that should be, what troubled him great or small, before her eyes flickered to Siya, lovely little Siya shining darkly in Atticus' shadow. The werewolf could smell the blood tingeing those happy tears, and knew the infernal source instantly. Veti was no mind reader, could not have known the doubts lurking behind her friend's eyes. But she could see the joy in that smile, those tiny little fangs just peeking from the covering of pale pink lips. She could not remember the last time she'd seen Siya so perfectly... Content. It was beautiful, it was glorious and Veti wanted to just wrap her arms so tightly about Siya too, find out all that had happened -
But Veti found herself swept up for the second time in as many moments without so much as a "by your leave," and could only give a quick, happy farewell wave over Thad's shoulder to the tiny vampiress, and a hope-filled grin to Daisy and Artie, the werewolf's low, warm laughter trailing behind the couple like a bridal train.
This was a moment some nine years in the making, when the werewolf could finally look into the true eyes of her maker and her lover, the man who loved her enough to die for her - with no more masks between them. As he carried her to the room they had shared nearly a year ago, with its massive four-poster bed and the elegantly tasteful antique furniture, Veti studied Thad's face, sapphire eyes and surprisingly gentle fingers tracing every line of his face.
He seemed heedless of the stone dust and sweat, and so then was she as they lay on the bed. Veti could not take her eyes from his gently smiling face above hers. Of all the impossible things she had ever known, the werewolf felt somehow virginal all over again with a new and heady anticipation, almost as terrifying as it was delicious, as she lay beneath the weight of his body, the feel of his lithe muscles under her fingers.
"It was you," she whispered as she smiled up to him, "It was always you. Max was reckless, thrilling, insane in his foolishness - there was never a dull moment. But it was always you Thad, who brought me back when I swore I was done, time and time again... " Veti gave up any pretense to words with a kiss that deepened until she was as lost as he, blissfully and entirely.
o.o... Seeing everyone as inherently good Dot, hence... Picking up hitchhikers? >< Well at the very least, so glad you had your chocolate bunny later. They are tasty! And yes, looking forward to your post hon!
So sorry, didn't finish mine but I hope to finish up tomorrow morning.
So sorry, didn't finish mine but I hope to finish up tomorrow morning.
Mmmm... No longer the afternoon, but we (as in the royal we, of course) are doing just fine. Studying. Just... studying ><
HOWEVER, it's far easier to study, finding on occasion the lovely little bits of story waiting here - beautiful posts, Wordsmith and Lil!
*high fives Lil, who has no math in her life at the moment* That didn't come easy, and you SO deserve your lovely rest!
eta: /facepalms self >< Also, forgot to mention, I should have a post up tonight or tomorrow morning too, just have to work it in :)
HOWEVER, it's far easier to study, finding on occasion the lovely little bits of story waiting here - beautiful posts, Wordsmith and Lil!
*high fives Lil, who has no math in her life at the moment* That didn't come easy, and you SO deserve your lovely rest!
eta: /facepalms self >< Also, forgot to mention, I should have a post up tonight or tomorrow morning too, just have to work it in :)
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