by cnkguy
14 Feb, 2019
January 2019 #580
H:
(coughing) Darlin’, there’s a little coffee left if you want
it?
Me: Always. …Thank you.
H:
I wasn’t sure I’d see you.
Me: I want to sleep, but it won’t help. I’m sorry I kept you up
last night.
H:
Do you regret it?
Me: No.
H:
Then you’ve nothing to apologize for. (coughing) With your
hair like that I feel I ought give you some of my clothes.
Me: Turn me into a Sunday Gentleman? They were in debtor’s
prison and would dress nice on Sunday when they were allowed to roam, in the
hope of snaring a bride to fix their debts.
H:
(coughing and lighting a cigarette, amused) You have need of
a bride?
Me: Wretch. … What would you dress me in?
H:
I have a winter suit in dark grey. It would be rather long,
but serviceable. A linen shirt with grey ticking. My new plum waistcoat, and a
black cravat. Do you have a stickpin?
Me: Not sure, but I have necklaces I could wear in place.
H:
The silver spirit board.
Me: That would tame a cravat. I wish I could dress like that. It
would make me feel better about cutting off my hair like an idiot.
H:
And prove you more androgynous?
Me: That too.
H:
In your stories… Cait never cut her hair. But she refused to
wear a dress for reasons akin to yours.
Me: Good point. What if she nicks Morrow’s straight razor to do
it? That would terrify him.
H:
(coughing) And give reason for his later conclusions as to
her treatment.
Me: It’s also a parallel – 1790, 1870, 2015.
H:
Echoes, yes.
Me: Thank you.
H:
Sometimes even a muse requires a mirror.
Me: Fuck – I need to start writing again. I haven’t written in-
H:
Too long. You should – it makes you happy darlin’.
Me: I’ve let the inertia of this place get to me. I should start
writing and drawing again even if I haven’t the space for grander projects. Do
you mind if I put more coffee on?
H:
Go ahead.
Me: You don’t happen to have any other insights do you?
H:
Not that come to mind. Better?
Me: Black coffee and a shot of the bourbon on the side is one of
the best things ever.
H:
Kept me alive on a trail or two.
Me: The vendetta?
H:
Others too, but yes. Was the only thing along with spite
that kept me in the saddle. You ever ridden?
Me: A bit when I was little, but no, not properly the way you
mean.
H:
It’s the miles and hours that do it. Wouldn’t think it takes
much to stay in a saddle. But guiding the horse, holding your posture, not able
to give up until you camp at dusk… Coffee and stale biscuits and a blanket on
the ground… You ever slept outside?
Me: In that sort of climate and terrain? Once. It was fun
drinking wine by the campfire, but when trying to sleep it was bastard freezing
and very uncomfortable. I have no idea how you did it.
H:
Spite, I think – that’s what you’d call it. I told myself I
was bringing Alekto, Megaera and Tisiphone with me. If I faltered they might
loose the scent… Don’t scowl so. You would have done the same.
Me: Probably, but that’s not why I’m scowling. I’m just sorry
you had to suffer through all that.
H:
Trials beset the righteous and unrighteous alike. I have yet
to figure to which camp I belong… Don’t drink the grounds!
Me: Yeah, but Tiresias is sleeping on my lap and-
H:
Don’t look so baleful darlin’, I’ll brew some more.
Me: Thank you.
H:
You should write that scene that’s boiling away in your
head.
Source: Tales of Necromancy
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by cnkguy
13 Feb, 2019
December 2018 #579
(Continued from #578)
H:
Do you wish to speak on what brings you here at this hour?
Me: No. I
don’t think it’s fair on anyone if I tell you. And there’s nothing to be done
anyway, so…
H:
(upset and angry as he perceives Kal to blame)
Me: No. Kal is my friend – always. It’s just that money and sex
and children and how much we’re supposed to have of any of them – that’s what
causes strain. We don’t always want the same thing so someone has to capitulate.
I do; I’m certain he has too.
H:
To what?
Me: This isn’t a fun conversation.
H:
(coughing) You opened the wound – let it drain.
Me: Metaphorically – not all over your damn floor!
H:
(coughing) The pine’s taken worse. … You can’t tug that
collar any higher or the coat closed any tighter.
Me: So all I’m doing is interrupting your sleep to be angst-ridden
in your coat. Fuck.
H:
Darlin’, you’re the only one complaining.
Me: …Despite the inertia
of time in the Stormlands, what would you like the new year to bring?
H:
(coughing and gesturing for another shot of whiskey) The
best of life.
Me: Specifically!
H:
You haven’t read my cards.
Me: True. Would you like them now or would you rather wait ‘til
I’m in a fit state – or at least clothed?
H:
Let’s wait.
Me: (tugging coat tighter)
H:
Darlin’, what are you trying to hide?
Me: Me.
H:
From all?
Me: Yes! …I don’t want to show anyone… but if you see me, I
don’t mind.
H:
(coughing) Darlin’, tell me the hurt – (coughing) – I may not
be able to cure it, but the telling often salves.
Me: No, not this evening, thank you. I should sleep and let you
do the same.
H:
Do I receive no say?
Me: What would you say?
H:
(coughing) Return my coat. Or let me claim it.
Me: …In a sexy way or in a curl up and sleep way?
H:
(amused) You’re drunk and I’m
dead – it would be immoral.
Me: Smart arse. You’re welcome to curl up with me. If your lungs
or my inebriation can cope with further I’d be surprised but am up for the
debate.
Source: Tales of Necromancy
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by cnkguy
12 Feb, 2019
December 2018 #578
H:
Darlin’… I have a spare nightshirt.
Me: I didn’t mean to be lewd – Kal’s asleep and I didn’t want to
wake him finding clothes.
H:
Are you cold darlin’?
Me: A little.
H:
(coughing) Give me a moment … (H puts the coat he sewed the
bedlam badge to around my shoulders)
Me: Thank you. (trying not to cry) Jesus brain, stop making a
scene.
H:
Has no other man ever given you his coat?
Me: Sort of, but it’s never worked out.
H:
(coughing) O?
Me: I was dressed like a saloon girl but perfectly warm; I
didn’t want the boy’s coat and he ended up chasing me round Cambridge with it.
Or there was another boy who gave me his coat, but later watched in silence as
I left it on the beach at midnight and tried to drown myself.
H:
(coughing) When?
Me: Before your time. Or I’ve been stood on a freezing roadside
for hours and none of the boys I was with offered… Maybe that’s why I have so
many coats. If I have the perfect one for every occasion I won’t have to rely
on anyone’s kindness.
H:
(coughing) Darlin’…
Me: I’m sorry. I came to wish you a happy new year, but it’s not
going how I intended.
H:
(leaning over to light a cigarette from my candle causing
the flame to ebb and dance)
Me: Would you like me to go?
H:
No. No, I would not. Have you any bourbon?
Me: Yes. (I pour a shot and return the bottle to the floor before
offering him the glass)
H:
It is disturbing how you seem to put it through the bed. Not
so disturbing that I wouldn’t – (smiles, toasts me, drinks. Coughs and smiles
again) I am not one to complain, but how is it I have a naked sorceress in my
coat on my bed, offering me bourbon?
Me: Offering?!
H:
Sharing.
Source: Tales of Necromancy
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