If The Creek Don't Rise
Dec. 10th, 2006 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unknownfateIt is official.
I'm a-going to Dragoncon. Well, as long as the travel arrangements all work out and stuff. Is anybody else going?
I'm still in the grip of my artist's block, but I found
It was the day after the full moon. There was only a sliver missing, but it was enough to allow Victor to drag himself back to the Zephyr house. He had woken up with the taste of copper in his mouth. He almost hoped he had just cut his own tongue on his fangs, but opening his eyes told him a different story. His hand and arms were caked with drying blood. It was under his fingernails and judging from the crusty way his lips felt, he had a layer of it over his face too. He was naked and that made it easy to see the various bite wounds over him. They looked a few days old rather than a few hours. Bitten werewolves didn't heal as fast as the Trueborn.
Speaking of the Trueborn, Solomon was there waiting for him in wolf form. The other werewolf was a shadow brown, frosted over with black. Like all the Stormy Hollow clan, he was lean and lanky, which disguised how powerful he was. There was no disguising it for Victor though. He growled at Solomon out of habit and the wolf grinned at him. Solomon shifted back to a golden-eyed human and handed over some clothes. It was hard for Solomon to take Victor seriously when he growled in his human form. The teeth just weren't impressive enough.
"Who did I kill?" Victor asked, pulling the trousers on.
"What makes you think you killed someone?" Solomon asked, leaning against the tree Victor had slept under.
"I am stiff with dried blood and none of it smells like mine."
"It was no one you know," Solomon said. Victor glared at him, which would've quelled any other creature on Earth.
"That wasn't the question."
"Her name was Michelle. She was Bitten by one of the Devereaux brothers from Lost River three months ago. She had it coming."
"You're sure of that?"
"If you hadn't taken her out, Rosie would have."
"It's usually Sunny that greets me," Victor said, changing the subject. "What brings you out?"
"My mate is with your mate," Solomon made an elaborate shrug gesture. "She says Lillian needs the company."
Victor stopped buttoning the shirt and looked at the other werewolf. Solomon was famous for his grasp of tone. He could talk anyone into anything and make them think that not only was it their own idea, but make them grateful that he had reminded them of it. He could also say a novel's worth with one carefully emphasized sentence. Now, there was just enough of something in his voice to make Victor wonder what he really meant.
"Is my wife unhappy?" he asked finally after awhile of pondering the best way to approach the subject.
"She feels better with Sunny in sight," Solomon sighed. "She would feel even better if Rosie would stay in when you were out."
"What should I tell her?"
"She will know if you lie," Solomon said. "And knowing that you lied will hurt her more than she loves you. The truth won't be any comfort either."
"What will comfort her then?" Very few people ever saw Victor this way.
"Comforting you will comfort her. Her poor, Cursed husband." Enough snideness had crept in Solomon's voice to earn him a sharp look. "She knows you're hers most of the time. Go back to her bloodied and lost without her. Let her wash and love and pet and own you. Be hers again."
"I don't suppose you have this trouble with Sunny."
"I have my own troubles with Sunny," Solomon's sharp-toothed grin came back. "But all of them are sweet."
Victor allowed himself a sigh. He unbuttoned the shirt again and let it hang open. Without another word to to his second, who really didn't need anymore anyway, he trudged the rest of the way to the house.
in my files and figured I'd post it just to be productive. It's part of the side/backstory of Blood Ties.
It's a full moon AND the last week of school before Christmas break. All is pandemonium. I'm trying to get all my boxes and cards mailed out. Since they changed the plane patterns around here, everything either has to go through Prudhoe Bay or come up the road, so GOK how that's going to affect timeliness.
All is higgledy-piggledy! Luckily, that's pretty much life a usual.
I'm a-going to Dragoncon. Well, as long as the travel arrangements all work out and stuff. Is anybody else going?
I'm still in the grip of my artist's block, but I found
It was the day after the full moon. There was only a sliver missing, but it was enough to allow Victor to drag himself back to the Zephyr house. He had woken up with the taste of copper in his mouth. He almost hoped he had just cut his own tongue on his fangs, but opening his eyes told him a different story. His hand and arms were caked with drying blood. It was under his fingernails and judging from the crusty way his lips felt, he had a layer of it over his face too. He was naked and that made it easy to see the various bite wounds over him. They looked a few days old rather than a few hours. Bitten werewolves didn't heal as fast as the Trueborn.
Speaking of the Trueborn, Solomon was there waiting for him in wolf form. The other werewolf was a shadow brown, frosted over with black. Like all the Stormy Hollow clan, he was lean and lanky, which disguised how powerful he was. There was no disguising it for Victor though. He growled at Solomon out of habit and the wolf grinned at him. Solomon shifted back to a golden-eyed human and handed over some clothes. It was hard for Solomon to take Victor seriously when he growled in his human form. The teeth just weren't impressive enough.
"Who did I kill?" Victor asked, pulling the trousers on.
"What makes you think you killed someone?" Solomon asked, leaning against the tree Victor had slept under.
"I am stiff with dried blood and none of it smells like mine."
"It was no one you know," Solomon said. Victor glared at him, which would've quelled any other creature on Earth.
"That wasn't the question."
"Her name was Michelle. She was Bitten by one of the Devereaux brothers from Lost River three months ago. She had it coming."
"You're sure of that?"
"If you hadn't taken her out, Rosie would have."
"It's usually Sunny that greets me," Victor said, changing the subject. "What brings you out?"
"My mate is with your mate," Solomon made an elaborate shrug gesture. "She says Lillian needs the company."
Victor stopped buttoning the shirt and looked at the other werewolf. Solomon was famous for his grasp of tone. He could talk anyone into anything and make them think that not only was it their own idea, but make them grateful that he had reminded them of it. He could also say a novel's worth with one carefully emphasized sentence. Now, there was just enough of something in his voice to make Victor wonder what he really meant.
"Is my wife unhappy?" he asked finally after awhile of pondering the best way to approach the subject.
"She feels better with Sunny in sight," Solomon sighed. "She would feel even better if Rosie would stay in when you were out."
"What should I tell her?"
"She will know if you lie," Solomon said. "And knowing that you lied will hurt her more than she loves you. The truth won't be any comfort either."
"What will comfort her then?" Very few people ever saw Victor this way.
"Comforting you will comfort her. Her poor, Cursed husband." Enough snideness had crept in Solomon's voice to earn him a sharp look. "She knows you're hers most of the time. Go back to her bloodied and lost without her. Let her wash and love and pet and own you. Be hers again."
"I don't suppose you have this trouble with Sunny."
"I have my own troubles with Sunny," Solomon's sharp-toothed grin came back. "But all of them are sweet."
Victor allowed himself a sigh. He unbuttoned the shirt again and let it hang open. Without another word to to his second, who really didn't need anymore anyway, he trudged the rest of the way to the house.
in my files and figured I'd post it just to be productive. It's part of the side/backstory of Blood Ties.
It's a full moon AND the last week of school before Christmas break. All is pandemonium. I'm trying to get all my boxes and cards mailed out. Since they changed the plane patterns around here, everything either has to go through Prudhoe Bay or come up the road, so GOK how that's going to affect timeliness.
All is higgledy-piggledy! Luckily, that's pretty much life a usual.
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Re: Wow...
Date: 2006-12-12 04:05 am (UTC)*regional expression, meaning 'if nothing goes wrong'.