"In a small, secret cupboard..." interlude post in the "Mab " In the Calm before the Storm" thread which takes place directly after the "This, the Now?" thread.]
She said, I'm home on shore leave, Though in truth we were at sea So I took her by the looking glass And forced her to agree Saying, you must be the mermaid Who took Neptune for a ride. But she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died ~A Whiter Shade of Pale -Procol Harum
Night One
With the sun setting behind us - just the barest pink and gold left in the sky fading swiftly toward dusk - top down, wayfarers in place, we had started this first leg of the journey just a quarter hour previously and had a good twelve hours before we would need to find me safe roost; if worse came to worst the trunk on this transport was large enough to be comfortable.
The car is big, one of those iron and steel jobs from mid-point of last century. It is a thing with m"Heart. Something I think of as a backhanded slap, a thumbing of his nose. Just one of those little peccadilloes everyone has and that are indulged or overlooked with a tiny smirk by those who love them.
Not like he does not indulge me. Just now I was stretched across the front seat, bare feet crossed at my ankles and perched on the dashboard, my head dropped back over the door frame and turned to watch the sunset in the side view mirror, already into the fourth rotation of a tune I found appropriate to keep on repeat until I did not want it there. Believe me there are plenty of things my love has overlooked concerning me that are much more than quirky peccadilloes such as this.
Nearly ten years. A decade! I still could not quite grasp the temporal difference between when I feel I left to fetch Vazzie and how long Lankyn states I have actually been gone as per Rhy"Din's calendar. It is true that time runs strangely within my Nether, and differences occur from where one leaves and where one goes once walking through its many portals, but such a discrepancy as this I have never experienced in the six centuries it has been at my call.
Dare I see a hand other than Fate's at play' Whose"
I think better of speaking on this to m?One; he has enough on his head.
She said, I'm home on shore leave, Though in truth we were at sea So I took her by the looking glass And forced her to agree Saying, you must be the mermaid Who took Neptune for a ride. But she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died ~A Whiter Shade of Pale -Procol Harum
Night One
With the sun setting behind us - just the barest pink and gold left in the sky fading swiftly toward dusk - top down, wayfarers in place, we had started this first leg of the journey just a quarter hour previously and had a good twelve hours before we would need to find me safe roost; if worse came to worst the trunk on this transport was large enough to be comfortable.
The car is big, one of those iron and steel jobs from mid-point of last century. It is a thing with m"Heart. Something I think of as a backhanded slap, a thumbing of his nose. Just one of those little peccadilloes everyone has and that are indulged or overlooked with a tiny smirk by those who love them.
Not like he does not indulge me. Just now I was stretched across the front seat, bare feet crossed at my ankles and perched on the dashboard, my head dropped back over the door frame and turned to watch the sunset in the side view mirror, already into the fourth rotation of a tune I found appropriate to keep on repeat until I did not want it there. Believe me there are plenty of things my love has overlooked concerning me that are much more than quirky peccadilloes such as this.
Nearly ten years. A decade! I still could not quite grasp the temporal difference between when I feel I left to fetch Vazzie and how long Lankyn states I have actually been gone as per Rhy"Din's calendar. It is true that time runs strangely within my Nether, and differences occur from where one leaves and where one goes once walking through its many portals, but such a discrepancy as this I have never experienced in the six centuries it has been at my call.
Dare I see a hand other than Fate's at play' Whose"
I think better of speaking on this to m?One; he has enough on his head.