Optimist

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Sweeping down the dark night sky, the meteor past over Randal's pickup truck, looking like a firework before it burst. It played out against the Milky Way galaxy, which stretched from horizon to horizon. Randal lay on the hood of his truck, staring up, and brushing the shaggy blond hair from his eyes to get a better look. It was a thrilling sight, and well work getting out of bed at one in the morning to see.

He lay there for a full two hours, watching the meteors falling, out of the corners of his eyes, without seeing another as good. In his mind he imagined that the meteor had been some kind of good omen. Lord knew he needed one about now. His lanky frame was clad in blue jeans and a flannel shirt, and ended in a pair of worn cowboy boots.

After awhile, he pulled his truck back onto the old country road, and out of the stubble of a harvested corn field. Soon he was headed home, and back to his bed. The old truck kicked up dust and gravel along the road as he traveled, running full out in his assurance that no one else would be up a this time of night. The Ford truck still responded like a champion, despite being ten years old.

Up in the distance, only a few miles from the main street of the tiny town of Halon's Crossing, he saw hazard lights blinking. He slowed down to see what was the problem. It would not do to ignore someone in peril this late at night.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Here we go....

Once Upon a Time...

Thomas was taken aback at the man's pronouncement. He had never heard the like! Surely to fight darkness was to take on Rumpelstiltskin himself, and that was dangerous. Still, Thomas had little love for the evil one and had a bit of a debt to repay on that account. He also had his mother to think about as well. She was comfortable at court, though she hung out with the servants more than the nobles.

"What about me mother dear? Surely you don't except her to come with us. What's to become of mum if i go away with you? Will you provide her with a cottage and a stipend?" He waited for the response, not at all sure what to do. He longed for adventure and travel, but had never expected such an opportunity to present itself.

Pages of Books - Life In A LIbrary [Reboot]

Sorry, I did read the rules and I Love Books.

Once Upon a Time...

*Crawls out of bed to read the new posts*

Dear Reem, I will answer your post after my eyes open. It may take a couple of hours because I feel like that bird that the dark one tried to animate.

Optimist

Once Upon a Time...

*Crawls out of bed to read the new posts*

Once Upon a Time...

The big black cat in the kitchen is just that, a cat. It is not, as far as I know, magical.

Once Upon a Time...

>>>"Um, excuse me, sir; but I come from another land and I have a traveled a great distance to deliver a proposition for you, should you hear me out," Jim smiled, confidently believing that the man would listen to him.

Thomas paused, having very nearly been caught pick pocketing the noble and throwing the purse out of the window. For a moment, as he turned and took in the strange uniform, he assumed the worst. He has been seen and not there would be hell to pay. He could play it off as a sort of prank, possibly. When the man launched into a speech about a proposition, he relaxed. It was obvious that this man was an emissary from another court, who had heard of the famous Queen's Dwarf. He was probably here to offer him a position or some such thing. It wouldn't happen though. He had quite a good position at court, as it was, and he did not wish to cross the queen. She was not know for her forgiving nature.

He reached up and took the man's arm. "Well then come with me my good man, and we can discuss it over my morning porridge. I don't mind listening to this proposition of your's, but I can't do it on an empty stomach." He lead his down to the kitchen, and secured a bowl of porridge from one of the portly cooks. The man stared down at him as if he was worthless, as he usually did. Thomas did not like that particular cook much, and decided then and there that a prank was in order. He had to be careful though, because of the big black cat which patrolled the kitchen looking for mice. In is present form, the cat posed little danger to him, but if he sneaked in using his real form, things would be different. This particular prank would take some thought.

Leading the military officer over to a table he sat down with his porridge, clambering up onto the high bench with some difficulty, and then set about to eating. Between bites he pointed at the man with his wooden spoon. "Alright then, speak your mind sir."

One-on-One Adventures/Romance

Shaun stepped out off the door of the tobacconist, into the pouring rain, his tweed coat pulled up around him. The streets of Dublin were drenched with the downpour. He hurried along, as the gaslights flickered weirdly in the rain. It was a horrible night, to be sure. There was only a few blocks to go to get to his boarding house, but he feared he would be soaked to the skin before he reached it. His sloped hat rain the rain off the bill like a miniature waterfall.

As he hurried along, a few more figures scurried past, some with their rain slickers on, if they were lucky. After seven minutes of being assaulted, he arrived at the boarding house. He went around to the kitchen entrance, knowing Mrs. O'Brien would have a cow if he got her entry way wet. It was bad enough entering the kitchen. The rain stopped falling on him, as he ducked into the gaslight interior. Molly scolded at him, as he slipped his coat off and shook with the cold of the evening.

She was a comfortably curved woman in her middling years, with gray streaks in her blonde hair and red cheeks. She threw a towel around his shoulders and sat him down in front of the fire. He knew he must look quite the sight, with his salt and pepper hair plastered against his head. His long sleeved brown shirt was dry, as were his galluses, but his trousers were wet through.

He was a tall, wiry man with a slender face with high cheek bones. His fingers were long and expressive, like those of a pianist and he warmed them at the fire as he sat under the towel, cold and miserable. He could hear Molly puttering around the kitchen behind him, and though again what a pleasant and agreeable woman she was.

Once Upon a Time...

Thomas woke with a start, as a mouse scurried across the floor of his chambers. He was quite safe, in his tiny bed atop the table, but it still gave him a fright. A mouse could be quite dangerous to one of his size. He could have used his magic girdle to become more human in size, but the transformation required effort on his part to maintain. It certainly helped when courting the ladies of the court, but he could not hold the shape forever.

He stretched and swung himself up to sit on his bed. Next he pulled on his tiny red shirt and trousers. The Queen liked him to look his best. He splashed water from his acorn shell basin, onto his face and combed his hair into some semblance of order. Next he belted on his tiny rapier. It would grow with him, when he transformed, but still would be smaller than a normal sword. He relied on his wits and agility in duels, since he could not match the strength of his opponents. There were plenty of challenges, since he was constantly caught dabbling where he wasn't welcome.

He transformed to enter the corridors of the castle, since his tiny form made him in danger of being stepped on by some baker or soldier. This transformed him into a three foot tall man with shaggy golden hair and gray eyes. He grinned to himself, as he calmly picked the pocket of a passing noble, probably off to court. He pocketed the coins and dropped the purse out a nearby window. He has little doubt that the noble could afford to lose a little pocket change and his dear and doting mother was as poor a church mouse, despite having a chamber in the castle. She would sigh and roll her eyes, when he handed over various pretty items, worried that he would get himself into trouble, but never told him nay. She wasn't worried about his morals as much as his mortality.