January 2019 #589
Darlin’. Coffee’s on the stove.
Me: I have some thank you. How was your weekend?
Me: Did you work on your designs?
I did (coughing) and others besides.
Me: What else did you work on?
An opera set.
Me: As in, matching dress jewels one might wear on a night at
(coughing) Yes. It is hard to tell if it would be
comfortable to wear, but it would be very eye-catching.
Me: What’s it look like?
Similar to the stormlands ring.
Me: Oh! Nice.
And your weekend? (coughing)
Me: Quiet. Kal was worn out from work so we didn’t get up to
Do you mind?
Me: No, but I rather wish I’d done something – anything.
(sardonic, lighting a cigarette) We
men are all purveyors of shocking habits.
Me: Will you work on designs today or stretch your legs?
I shall ride and hope not to get frozen to Tennyson’s
Me: Give me TB.
No. … I do not care for that look of calculation.
Me: Nor should you. I just realized that technically, I could
take it – if I didn’t mind you hating me afterwards.
I would not hate you, but I would be supremely disappointed.
Me: Which might even be worse. Is there anything you wish you
could take back – something you said or did?
A great many things I expect. (coughing) I have tried to be
a deliberate and decisive man, but one cannot always foresee the consequences
of one’s actions. I should have shot JT when I had the chance. Then again, I
would have been skinned five dollars lighter. Who’s to say which would be
Me: What did you need the five dollars for?
(sarcastic) To have my suit pressed.
(coughing) I wish that were the answer. It was for whiskey. Or laudanum. By then I
Source: Tales of Necromancy
23 Feb, 2019
January 2019 #589
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