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[Nov. 30th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
*in the earlier morning, before Yates' appointment to see him, does get a little bit stressed, for all that he has kept pretty level-headed about developments (or lack thereof) on the Maeglin front* *is rarely level-headed when it comes to Yates, though*
*decides, rather sensibly, to take Marigold for a nice long walk and even goes via the Fountain, dropping off coffee and a pastry for the Lord of that house* *arrives back in his own office in plenty of time for the appointment and, with Marigold comfortably asleep on the couch, begins to read through his most recent reports regarding Maeglin (and they're pretty brief or non-existent)* |
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[Nov. 29th, 2009|07:44 pm] |
*hears that Mithrandir is still in town and finds himself filing away that information for possible future use*
*one morning, makes his way down to his office (with Marigold scampering behind him) and settles in for long hours of work on the Maeglin case, carefully reading Yates's report from the Harp, and making an appointment for Yates to see him later in the week (by 'appointment', read 'direct order')*
*is soon lost in his paperwork, finger-pecking at the keyboard as he compiles his own updated report for Tuor* (*is seriously in need of this holiday*) |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|08:41 pm] |
*Has another ordinary day on the front desk until she ends up puppy sitting.*
*Finds that this breaks up the monotony immensely but has the drawback of drastically reducing her working vocabulary to baby talk and assorted nonsense syllables.*
Who's a good widdle girl then? YOU are! Yesh you are! Oh thassa waggy tail! Whatchoo saying? Are you trying to talk? Rarroo. Rarroo? RARROO. Oh you're such a cutie. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|10:48 am] |
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*has settled into a fairly comfortable routine of working (on a normal schedule) and then going home to the Flower alone (i.e. without bringing work with him)* *is not blind to the way everyone at the Fountain relaxes and perks up when he is himself in good form*
*(did notice Erestor leaving early the other day, and failing to return, but just assumed he missed something—it's not like he hovers over his Second's desk to see what minutiae he's working on at all times)*
*on Halloween morning, wakes early and leaves a note on his pillow for Glorfindel* Had to run an errand. Back soon. xx E
*finishes getting dressed and leaves to run said errand, taking no time at all (it's just a formality at this point)*
*turns back toward home, though this leg of the walk takes considerably longer because his companion is mostly dictating the pace and she is quite distractible* |
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[Oct. 11th, 2009|02:45 pm] |
*spends several days wandering up and down the back alleys of Gondolin, ducking into the little businesses, sampling the corner vendors' wares, and thoroughly enjoying the city's renewed vibrancy (such a vast change from the empty, fearful streets he found the last time he was here)*
*eventually decides he's indulged in enough curious dawdling, and so makes his way to the site of the new Golden Flower sometime in the late morning* *inquires after the Lord of the House and is told that Glorfindel is quite busy (but if you would like to make an appointment, sir?)* *is fairly pleased by this, really—it smacks of (healthy) normalcy*
*shakes his head in response to the receptionist's offer* Ah, no, but thank you, I'm rarely around long enough to keep to that sort of appointment. *smiles* Would you be so kind as to let your lord know I popped by to see him, though? Ashley Greyson's the name. *heads toward the front door with a wave* I'll be weeding out front! |
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[Sep. 28th, 2009|08:53 am] |
*after Erestor leaves, promptly heads back upstairs to the bedroom to find his phone*
*stays there while he dials Idril (maybe if he prepares to go back to sleep, the Powers That Be won't need him to leave the house)* Please be okay, Princess. |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|10:14 pm] |
*Is indeed, not stupid and knows that something's up.*
*Hears that Glorfindel is back in town so takes a wander over to the Flower.*
*Shuffles through the lobby looking out for him, when he spots a sign on the front desk that says, "INFORMATION."*
*Stands on his tip-toes.* Excuse me? What's a good way to cheer up a lady? |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|09:17 pm] |
*has kept abreast of current affairs, ever since the 'blazing row' and Glorfindel's incongruous return to Gondolin* *was pretty frantic when she heard of Ecthelion's collapse but, almost before she knew it, got word that he and Glorfindel were returning to Gondolin again*
*decides to leave it until early the following afternoon before landing in on the Flower, a folder tucked under her arm and a defiant expression on her face*
*marches right past Becky (making the universal 'Call me later' sign) and down the corridor to Glorfindel's (south-facing) office* *knocks on the door* |
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[Sep. 19th, 2009|02:04 pm] |
*isn't really one for keeping up with tabloid gossip and certainly not when it alludes to a tempestuous relationship between his best man (never mind that the wedding's on hold for now) and one of his fiancée's closest friends* *cannot, however, ignore the fact that Glorfindel has returned to Gondolin and was immediately admitted to the Princess' presence* *would be jealous if not for the fact that Glorfindel is gay and, apparently, tempestuous?* *is a little jealous, all the same, of anyone Idril will talk to right now*
*after a few days have passed since Glorfindel's return to Gondolin, presents himself at the Flower without warning or introduction so much as a demand to see the Lord of the House right this instant* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2009|04:08 pm] |
*moseys into work at nine AM the morning after the ball, yawning and a little sluggish but relatively chipper*
*is both surprised and unsurprised to learn that Ecthelion hasn't made an appearance yet, but waves off Pete's offer to call their lord and check in* *figures Ecthelion might be catching up on the past thirty years or so of lost sleep, or (more likely) getting ready for his show*
*heads upstairs and stops off in the break room for cooooooffeeeeeee coffee, snorting his amusement at the sign someone's tacked up on the board:*
ATTN: Staff
Yes, attendance is mandatory.
Bring your lighters.
-Mgmt
*ahahaha, nice*
*finally gets into his office and settles at his computer, diving right into the morning's email traffic* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2009|03:37 pm] |
*wakes up sometime in the middle of the morning after the ball, blinking in the bright sunlight* *raises his head, a little disoriented - this is not the Fountain and this is not Lindon; the light is all Gondolin* *smiles, then, as he realises that he is at the House of the Flower and that his lover is sleeping soundly next to him*
*slips out of bed and goes downstairs to fix up breakfast (which amounts only to toast and coffee) and muses again on how he really should work on his culinary skills*
*arrives back upstairs and sets the tray on the bedside table next to Ecthelion* *picks up the two discarded masks from the night before and hangs them over the edge of the bed* *stoops down and kisses his forehead* Rise and shine, darling. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|09:26 pm] |
*Stashes a gym bag under the Flower's front desk (is NOT going to work the front desk in a t-shirt and sweat-pants, thank you very much).*
*Flicks through a book on self-defence during the day's quieter moments.*
*Begins to have second thoughts about this whole self-defence lesson-thing with Erestor and Duilien.*
*Reads, muttering to herself.* "Use the attacker's own momentum against him..." Or, you know, could just taser the fecker... |
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[Jul. 13th, 2009|07:33 pm] |
*has gradually been settling into a daily routine, of sorts, including meeting Ecthelion for lunch every day, but with one major omission: hasn't yet made it to the Flower* *finally, after a very intense, serious session with his psychiatrist, admits that he can't put it off for ever*
*is unusually quiet as he gets up on the designated morning, visibly nervous and tired, due to not having slept remotely well the previous night*
*finally emerges from the bedroom, fully dressed* *turns down any entreaty to eat breakfast, however, as he's not entirely sure he could keep it down* |
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[Jun. 5th, 2009|03:22 pm] |
*following his third phone conversation with one Dr. Xavier Guadalupe Delgado (a brisk but helpful professor of Ecthelion's acquaintance), has finally decided on a long-distance master's program run through a high-ranked university in Hithlum* *owes his boss big time; probably wouldn't have considered that school if not for the good professor's advice (and offer of a recommendation)*
*signs off with a bright grin and turns to head back inside the Flower when his phone vibrates again, this time with a text message* *fully expects it to be Mac, demanding to know where he's gone and whether he's bringing back food, but is pleasantly surprised when Doc's name pops up instead* |
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[May. 14th, 2009|01:44 pm] |
*goes to visit Glorfindel on Day 1 of the latter's latest stint in rehab, as early as he is allowed in to see him*
*leaves again somewhat dejected, the visit having been lacking, at best—Glorfindel had just received a dose of whatever medications his doctor is using to help with the withdrawal symptoms (which seems perfectly idiotic in his mind but what does he know about medicine?), and was obviously dazed, frequently losing the thread of the conversation* *takes some small comfort in the fact that Glorfindel did, at least, look pleased to see him, even though he seemed similarly happy for any of the staff passersby who were gentle and nice to him*
*on Day 2, decides to just drop by with a sandwich from one of their favorite cafés, because while he really would prefer to see Glorfindel every day, he's also terrified of being a hindrance to his recovery* *begs a scrap of paper from the receptionist and neatly pens a short note for him, which strikes him as oddly archaic but after the phone debacle, maybe it isn't, so much*
Can't have you wasting away on cafeteria lunches. -Ecthelion
*as an afterthought, adds his mobile number underneath just in case (in this age of phone debacles, no one remembers phone numbers anymore)*
*that done, makes his way over to the Flower to look for Elemmakil (or, rather, loiters in the rehab clinic for another ten minutes, debating whether to just go in; leaves the building and gets a whole block before changing his mind and turning around to go back to the clinic, then changing his mind and turning around again to go to the Flower)* |
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[May. 12th, 2009|02:52 am] |
Glorfindel is puzzled; he cannot open his bedroom door but the panicky edge that should be sharp, that should make his heart pound and hurt and ache, is dulled. It might be the whiskey although he did not think he had had that much to drink and he would not notice if this fine double malt looked a little cloudier than usual. He is thirsty. He cannot sleep. There is something like electricity running through his veins, keeping him awake all night. There is three-quarters of a bottle of whiskey on the bedside table. There is a bottle of bleach under the bathroom sink, and any number of liquid toiletries. The taps are not running (he has tried). There is the toilet bowl. He is not that thirsty. She will surely be back soon and realise that he is trapped. She will let him out, he is (almost) sure.
He ventures out onto his balcony for the first time and the sun is almost blinding. He is pale (he looks like a no-good, loser junkie and he swallows down a lump in his throat) and he moves like an old man, fumbling along the wall of the balcony so that he doesn’t fall. It is not a long way down to the ground but it might kill him, if he went headfirst. He runs his fingertips along the rough-smooth bricks and smiles a little (look, he can still feel). His eyes are half-closed and he could be anywhere but here (if he went headfirst). He frowns when his fingers encounter something soft and it is half of a fluffy white dandelion, just sitting on the grainy wall, and he cannot imagine how it soared so high. For a brief, mad-hopeful moment, he wonders if it is a message from an outside world that doesn’t seem to miss him much and he giggles to himself as he rubs the white sprigs between his fingertip and thumb (yellow flower turned poof). His world has already crumbled; it is too late for secret messages and conspiracy theories; his world has come apart and it took little more than a stiff wind. He does not notice that he is crying because his tears are hot like the sun is hot, and it’s just a sun-shower, and it will pass him by soon enough, like most things pass him by. Every time he tries to dial a number, he is informed that his call cannot be connected. It is just as well; no one seems to want to talk to him anymore and he has no calls to return. He dials his voicemail and he has no new messages and the Beloved was just more wool over his eyes (another rug to be pulled from under him).
He sinks down to curl up in the corner, in the shade, and supposes that it cannot be long before his mother forgets him too and he will be alone and so he continues to press the speed dials in turn: #1 is E mobile and #2 is E office and #3 is E admin and #4 is E home and #5 is E security and he is all out of speed dials. His throat begins to close up and he shuts his eyes and he is shaking because there is the burning and there is the darkness (and there is his terror and she is pulling off her gloves). |
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[May. 11th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
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*Is having a rather slow day on the Flower front deak.*
*Thinks that on the minus side, the job can get a little dull what with the phone answering, mechanical smiling and light filing...plus she still hasn't met the boss.*
*But on the plus side her skills in solitaire, tetris and tea-making have come on leaps and bounds.* |
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[May. 11th, 2009|03:15 pm] |
*times her return to Gondolin with her son so that the train arrives in late and there is the bare minimum of staff in the Flower* (*really could do without the fuss*)
*has had a productive week in Himring, undisturbed, mostly because she finally hit upon a way of keeping her son quiet or, at least, quietly fretful* *cannot believe she didn't hit on this idea earlier although knows that it probably wouldn't have 'taken' if he were not quite so dependent on whiskey and the occasional tablet that finds its way into his juice or his dinner* *has given him a phone, identical to his own, with all his numbers programmed in but with an extra number or a wrong digit or a slight enough difference that calls will not connect and texts will not be delivered* *knows that in this age of mobile phones, no one remembers phone numbers anymore*
(*also, it's been a little funny, watching him watching his phone like a hawk*)
*managed to complete a lot of transactions and would quite happily cut Glorfindel loose in Himring except that she needs to sign some papers in a bank based in Gondolin (and, really, finds Gondolin to be a rather charming place)* |
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[May. 3rd, 2009|03:02 pm] |
*after another few days of scrambling to get through the House's work (Glorfindel would have to have a relapse or the flu or whatever the Mandos is wrong with him just at the start of the tourist season), finally turns her attention to Ecthelion's request*
*after a very short time, trawling through online searches and a couple of phone calls to contacts in the Cape region, realises that Vairë is very elusive or doesn't exist* *blows air out through her teeth with irritation and picks up the phone to place a call to one of the guys who worked on the Flower construction*
*thinks nothing more of it until another day has passed (and still no sign of the Lord of the House) and a package lands on her desk* *opens it and slides out a set of keys*
*bites her lip and, having gathered up some files, makes her way up to Glorfindel's apartment and ... lets herself in* (*almost feels that she should be armed*) |
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
*finally hauls himself out to the Flower, feeling a little contrite (because he hasn't done so before now) and a little more concerned (because Glorfindel seems to have dropped off of everyone's radar)* *figures a good lookaround and a quick look-in on the man himself will take care of both birds, though*
*thinks the architecture's even more impressive up-close than it is from the road, as are the grounds, which are already greening up promisingly* *can't wait to see what it looks like in a month or two, when all of the House's namesakes start blooming*
*lets himself in and meanders toward the center of the foyer, looking up and all around, taking in the design* *and though it does look like the Flower, for the most part, he wonders where the difference is?* *it's just that opulence doesn't quite seem to fit with the Glorfindel-of-now, any more than the Virtuosos trip did*
*heads to the reception desk, only belatedly remembering that Tanya is filling in for Sophie* *smiles chipperly at the new girl and inquires about Glorfindel (any chance you'll believe I'm here on dire House business, ma'am?)* |
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