Jacob Ludwig Carl Grimm (macabre_whimsy) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2010-12-24 00:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | clio, jacob grimm |
Who: Jacob Grimm and Clio
What: The morning after :D:D
When: Christmas Eve morning
Where: The Grimm abode!
Jakob awoke slowly, feeling warm and comfortable in his bed. He had imbibed an incredible amount last night but, as always, he was careful to drink just as much water. The Hangover was a rare guest, and as usual he didn't even have a headache this morning.
What he did have, was someone in his bed.
Jakob turned his head and he smiled when he saw the sleeping muse, her hair splayed out across his pillow. He reached out to touch her hair again, curious to see if it felt different than normal hair. It didn't. Then he pulled himself up to lean over and kiss her cheek to wake her, because he was, as ever, totally charming.
Clio wasn't so smart. For being well over a few decades she forgot to drink water as well. It often resulted in hangovers, but she couldn't regret because when that happened she could actually forget. And every so often it was needed. Especially after the weeks she'd had.
But it never lasted long.
The kiss pulled her awake and for a moment she was startled. She wasn't home, and not in her own bed. But her mind soon caught up with her and she did recognize him. But her mind hadn't completely caught up yet.
"Morning."
Jakob smiled and he glanced towards the door, wondering if his brother would be awake yet. He had absolutely no idea what time it was. "Good morning, Clio. How are you feeling? Is it a breakfast morning, a coffee morning, or a lie in bed and groan morning?" He made sure to speak softly in case her head hurt.
She had had quite a bit to drink.
He knew her. She wasn't too sure how or from where just yet. Her head was still pounding, and it was still foggy. With a smile she set her hand to her head and ran her fingers through her hair. "Rather horrible right now." She closed her eyes, letting her mind work, "I know you, but your name is escaping me."
She tried to push herself up, taking some of the covers with her. She was deeply aware of the scars on her back and along her collarbone. She was self conscious about those. "Coffee, black." She usually had tea but needed coffee. "And something to eat if you have it."
"Jakob Grimm, though the surname I use at Columbia is 'Graves'." He pronounced Jakob the Germanic way, 'Yah-kob', though he answered to it both ways. "We had a rather long conversation last night about something which I am sure was very deep and interesting," Jakob said with a laugh. "I'm just glad I can't seem to remember if I was spouting useless nonsense or not. You wait there and I'll bring you some breakfast and coffee."
Jakob twisted to retrieve at least his boxers. He didn't mind just strolling out into his kitchen naked, but it was cold.
The name made it all click and she smiled at last. "Now I remember you." Another one of her co-workers that was both immortal and endlessly fascinating to her. And she'd heard things.
She sat up and let her head drop a little, knowing how to cure her own hangovers by now. "I remember a lot of very interesting stories." She grinned, "some of which I'm sure I'll want to hear again." She watched him dress and didn't bother to hide her smile. A handsome naked man offering to make her breakfast?
Like she was going to complain. "And suddenly I'm very sorry I haven't met you before."
"You've met me now," Jakob said with a grin as he rose from the bed and pulled his boxers up. "I'll be back soon."
Jakob was no stranger to having overnight guests, and he did like to make them breakfast in the morning. He whipped up some eggs, bacon and toast with butter and jam on the side. He brewed coffee and poured juice and water and then he carried it all back on his special breakfast in bed tray which he placed near Clio.
"Here you are. I hope that does something to cure what ails you."
Grinning she nodded, "and glad of it." She settled back down, relaxing under the covers. At least the view was nice when he walked away.
With a shake of her head she pulled her underwear on, at least attempting to be decent. The headache would go away in time, and at least her stomach wasn't in knots. And she had a possible thing to discuss. So far it was turning out better then her previous encounters.
She sat up and smiled at the tray, "you're missing your flower casanova." The tone was joking as she picked up the toast and bit into it, "but thanks, I appreciate it. And I'm somewhat starving."
"Flowers take up space," Jakob said with a laugh. "And eat up, there's plenty more where this came from if need be," but he stole a strip of bacon because he was hungry too.
"When you're up to it, I can show you my library. I think that was what we actually meant to come back here for. I believe it was mentioned in passing anyway."
She had to laugh to that. She already liked him, and could see them getting along. At least there wasn't any awkwardness. With a nod she ate what she could, which was more then most would give her credit for.
"I think I got distracted, but yes I am very interested in the library, from which you may possibly need to evict me from if there's anything I haven't seen yet." Myth and fables were closely tied and there was always some grain of truth behind it.
"So let me know when I have permission to completely feed your ego and do my gleeful Muse thing. I have always been curious about the both of you."
Jakob chuckled as he reached for another strip of bacon and ate that as well. "I don't plan on evicting you from anywhere," he informed her with a smile. Jakob was no stranger to the morning after situation and he liked that he usually put people at ease when they could feel utterly awkward or even horrified.
"I give you permission to do your thing, but be gentle, I may blush!" Jakob was curious about her too, but he learned that people were more willing to share intimate details about you, if you offered some of your own up.
She grinned then, "oh you will regret that. I've gotten lost in things before, and then I realize 'oh hey it's five days since I did anything but read'." She had few reasons to be awkward. With her family, she'd pretty much seen it all. "And seriously you're cute but if you keep stealing my bacon I will fight for it."
She took the last piece in an act of defieance before grinning, "alright so I'm not going to be too energetic due to splitting headache but holy shit you're actually one of the Grimm's? Folklore isn't my thing, but I have a huge interest in it and then when you guys came around I was all over it. Sadly I was elsewhere or we'd met earlier." She blinked and then grinned widely, "my sisters are going to have a cow. Go Clio. Anyway, yes. Total Muse adoration, and now I feel old." She made a face and then shrugged, "how'd you get into the whole folklore thing anyway?"
Then she paused, "wait how did you know who I was, was I that drunk?"
Jakob laughed loudly and left the bacon to her. When she took the last piece, he grinned right back. "I am actually one of the Grimms. The other one will be around here somewhere, probably writing something. He can work for five days before he realises he's done nothing but that too. If I let him get away with it," Jakob said, with obvious concern for his brother. "I got into the folklore thing thanks to a lecturer I had who taught us to look at the meaning behind things like words and stories."
Then Jakob chuckled. "I can tell you're like I am. And when I asked your name, you said Clio. And I have to admit, I jumped to conclusions and asked outright if you were a muse. I'd like to think I know Greek mythology well."
"Gods this is great. I like writers, especially folklore ones. Because it's sort of like history. There's always a grain of truth. Even if you have to squint. And oh, I will have to say hello. More dressed though." She nodded, "neat. See my personal belief is that myth and folklore is the same. My family's got a bunch of myth, usually it is about my father and most of the message is 'don't fuck with Olympus kids. It's bad for you'."
"I'm the nerd of us Nine. But Mel would love you. She's all about the tragedy. She'll get a kick out of it." She smiled, "not many recognize me anymore so thanks. And yeah my mortal alias is Kleio," there was a slight pronunciation difference, "I'm not terribly original." Once she was done she sat up, looking for the rest of her clothes. "Let me get decent and you can show me your library and I can move in." She winked at him, "joking."
Jakob thought she was entirely charming and the way she spoke actually reminded him of...him. He slid off the bed and pulled his own clothes on because if she was going to, he probably should, though it wasn't for Wil's eyes. "I'm not terribly original either. Jakob Grimm, Jacob Graves. I can't help it, I find it amusing. And I like your take on that. I love finding the grain of truth in the story. It's fascinating. And I would love to meet your sisters too."
Once they were fully dressed, he beckoned her out of the bedroom and down the hall. The Grimm brothers had amassed quite a lot of wealth over the years, and they put a lot of that into their library. "Here we go. And there's more downstairs in the stacks. We have stacks."
Usually she'd have less reservations, but she still had scars, and so far no one had asked about them which was fine with her. The less memory the better. She smiled, "I like it, though I should expand. Only so many people with weird names and all." She nodded, "only four of us, but we'll have our Nine again." Clio looked forward to having the chorus back. She needed them.
She followed him and both gaped and whimpered at the library. "Okay I totally love you and marry me. This is amazing." In trance she moved along the rows of books, tracing her fingers along the spines of the books, "I've died and gone to heaven." Anything else that was in her mind was gone for now. She only had a small portion of the library she wanted.
Jakob smiled and he went to sit in one of his spinny chairs. Showing off his library was something he loved to do. That it made Clio so excited pleased him. "Go wild," he said with a smile. "We've been collecting for a while."
"One of the best private collections I've seen in a while." Which wasn't untrue. Very few people kept this many books, and even less would allow her to wander and get lost for a few hours. It was strange how books were part of her way to heal. Smiling she took a few down, if only just to flip through them. It was all sorts of lovely.