January 2019 #592
(My visit wakes H up and gives him a coughing fit)
Me: You okay?
Me: What can I do?
(bloody coughing fit that he uses his sleeve to cover) …Forgive me, that was indelicate.
Me: It’s not like you had much choice. Has it been like that all
Yes. I didn’t sleep much.
Yes please. …Thank you.
Me: I didn’t sleep well either and had very strange dreams for
the hour or so I slept.
Me: There were toy
soldiers that wanted to kill people. I had to catch them and smash their heads
against the floor until the top of their heads caved and that deactivated them.
In another dream I was sleeping on the street; I looked at my watch and it said
‘35:42’ and I thought ‘urgh, that’s the worst time of night – I’ll never sleep
now!’. What about you – did you dream?
Yes… The usual. Ash and sorrow on the wind… and drowning.
Me: Did you go riding
Yes, for all the good it’s served me.
Me: That seems unjust.
(coughing) Consumption is.
Me: What will you do?
Dress, if I can keep my feet. Stay by the stove. Write
Me: Should I let you get back
to sleep? You look exhausted.
(coughing) No. How (coughing) how will you spend your time?
Me: Working on the
editorial. I did two commission drawings yesterday instead – they took all damn
day. I was rather hoping Kal would say something nice about them, but he
Do you need his approval?
Me: Approval’s a funny
thing. If I’m not pleased with my work, I want approval but won’t believe it.
If I’m pleased then I don’t need approval but I’ll start to doubt my ability if
it’s not given. Same with my appearance really.
O darlin’. Whatever am I to do with you?
Me: Dunno. Tell me what
you think of the drawings when they’re done?
Me: No flattery though.
(coughing) I haven’t the breath. …Do you see my case?
Me: …Here. Poor thing was
on the floor.
Must have fell from my pocket.
Me: (holding the candle out for H to light his cigarette from:
it wavers, shrinking to the side before recovering and growing fat on the plume
of smoke he huffs at it) …Do you need a hand to feed the kits?
Thank you, no (coughing) I’ll manage.
Me: You gonna eat
You look concerned.
Me: Nah, it’s how I
usually look at you: you’re beautiful, you’re an idiot, don’t die.
(coughing, wryly amused) A little late for that darlin’.
Me: We’re both very aware
of the difference between dead, and dead and gone.
(coughing, resigned) Yes.
Me: Love you H. Look
H: Love you girl.
Source: Tales of Necromancy
26 Feb, 2019
January 2019 #592
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