January 2019 #580
(coughing) Darlin’, there’s a little coffee left if you want
Me: Always. …Thank you.
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
Do you regret it?
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.
(coughing and lighting a cigarette, amused) You have need of
Me: Wretch. … What would you dress me in?
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.
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.
And prove you more androgynous?
Me: That too.
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.
(coughing) And give reason for his later conclusions as to
Me: It’s also a parallel – 1790, 1870, 2015.
Me: Thank you.
Sometimes even a muse requires a mirror.
Me: Fuck – I need to start writing again. I haven’t written in-
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?
Me: You don’t happen to have any other insights do you?
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.
Kept me alive on a trail or two.
Me: The vendetta?
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
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.
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.
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-
Don’t look so baleful darlin’, I’ll brew some more.
Me: Thank you.
You should write that scene that’s boiling away in your
Source: Tales of Necromancy
14 Feb, 2019
January 2019 #580
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