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[never_shall_yield]

 

Easter

[OOC: Um. Ahaha. All I can say is - if this were A03, I'd be sticking the 'Javert's Confused Boner' tag allllll over this. So - warnings for themes of a sexual nature? Nothing explicit, though. Also warnings for a metric fuckton of religion-led homophobia (directed at himself, but everyone else by association), and allusions to the dub/non-con of the Dracula plot.

But mainly...sorry, Ganymede. >.>]

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[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: A small but terrible hope.)

This afternoon, Sunshine can be found sitting on one of the benches next to the garden fence. This particular bench sits in the shade of an overgrown rambler rose, whose brambles spill forth in a great wave from the trellis that supports it. New spring leaves are beginning to peek forth as spring moves through this patch of pseudo-Scotland, future buds mere suggestions among them.

The baker herself is rather sore from practice, smelling of exertion and incense, her head tilted back to rest against the top of the bench, her hair freed from its ponytail to fall loose behind her. She has ended her practice, said the words and cleaned up after herself as her grandmother had taught her. Though the door is closed, Sunshine can still look back through its opening. The warm sunlight filtering through the rose-thicket above her head makes her smile faintly, however tired she is, their flickering shadows dark green edged in burning red, the tiny pores on the underside of leaves glimmering as the plant breathes, singing its delight in the waking earth. For the moment, floating in the more visionary end of her Dark Sight, Rae lets herself remember a thing called peace.

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[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert has spent the last three days in a state of numb disbelief. He has left his room only to work at the forge - which he does in complete silence - pray in the room being used as a chapel, and procure some basic food. He only comes downstairs tonight because he can no longer stand the silence; if the numbness wears off when he is alone, he is afraid of what he might think of.

He sits right in front of the Observation Window. This might not be immediately recognisable as odd to anyone who was not here when he arrived, but there it is. He is also dressed...well. Even when returning to the bar from working, be it in the forge or on the church, Javert is always neat. His clothes may be scuffed and dirty, but they are tucked in, his cravat is placed just so, his waistcoat buttoned. Tonight...his cravat is off-centre, and the knot is loose. The lower button of his waistcoat is unfastened, and his belt buckle sits to the side. Small things perhaps, to anyone who is not Javert.

There is also a bottle of wine on the table. It is open, and the glass is in his hand. There are no qualms about drinking tonight, it seems.


[OOC: Apologies if he's less than forthcoming and/or rude. He's stressed. :\ Open until tomorrow evening for new threads, then slowtime. <3

Annnd, must slowtime for sleep. Thanks, all! <3 <3 <3]

(birthday boy)

[scarred_grin]

This is how little Egil Skaðason finishes his big day--with his father step-grandmother, over by the observation window. He's trying his hardest to stay awake, but he is so relaxed and it has been such a big day that it's a losing battle.

It doesn't help that Loki's singing to him, either, the same song he always uses to lull him to sleep. Really, it's a wonder that Egil's stayed awake this long.

What do you give a child, when you know you won't be around to see him grow up? You give him whatever you think might help him along his path, and trust that when he's older he'll cast off whatever might weigh him down. But mostly, you give him your time.

Which is where they are now.

Botherable. This quiet little moment isn't a private one.

Teja and Egil, afternoon

[ostro_goth]

Around noon, Teja is in the bar-room proper with little Egil, and the cat Ferdinand, the most patient of his four forge cats.

Teja is dressed in black as ever; but even Egil is wearing black today, black overalls with red piping, black shirt with skulls on collar, red and black stripy socks and little black Chuck Taylors just like Pyrrha's -- for indeed, it is she who dressed up the little fellow today, for this is his first birthday. All the red is a little lost on him as his shock of fluffy toddler hair is bright fox-red; but still, these are the proper gothy colour.

Teja has given him his gifts already: - some animals made of silky-smooth, gently rounded mokume-gane metals, a fox and a wolf, a horse and a cat, each easily large enough for a small child not to swallow, but small enough to fit in his hand, and not be dangerously heavy if he hits anything with it.

Egil is sitting on the floor, by Teja's feet, playing with those animals while Ferdinand occasionally puts his paw on one of them, and winks at the baby. They can be trusted with each other.

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM: we laughed in the faces of kings
never afraid to burn

or, Thor and X take a road trip.]