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[Jun. 21st, 2010|07:37 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&ecthelion, &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &erestor&merry, &estella&glorfindel, &estella&merry, @gondolin, danielle, duilin, ecthelion, erestor, estella, georgia, glorfindel, merry | ] |
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*on the eve of Danielle's last show at the Cat's Eye, spends a good two hours flailing around the house with her roomies, dolling up to absolute perfection (favorite emerald-green strapless mini, check! favorite red four-inchers, check!)* *it's a big deal, after all—the last of their trio is finally getting out of the biz for good, and they're going to have extra (special) company along for the ride!* *is determined to be excited about this, yes, because any alternative will have her drowning some degree of mortification in booze which is a distinct possibility anyway*
*some hours later, finds herself thoroughly ensconced within the club's booming-bass, smoking-neon atmosphere* *procured a table right up by the stage, of course, so they'll have a great view of the main event* *in the meantime, makes herself busy by keeping her dress tugged up/down, ignoring former clients' curious stares, and maintaining a semblance of sobriety* *...is having a bit more luck with the first two* |
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[Jun. 16th, 2010|09:01 pm] |
*is out walking the invisible cat, leaving his boyfriend to have a talk with Glorfindel* *can't help but be a little hurt, but is making a supreme effort to muscle that down right quick; Glorfindel's known Jackie a helluva lot longer, and it's not like he, Doc, is having any kind of luck* *which hurts, too*
*doesn't know where to go, really, but figures he might as well wander a circuit around the biggest landmark nearby—the House of the Fountain, looming large and pristine just a block or two away* *heads in that direction, nice and easy, enjoying the lazy, sunny-Saturday weather for all that it's a feeble distraction from his worry*
*eventually comes within view of the House's back end, where the green lawns and glittering fountains catch his eye* *smiles at the thought that this truly is such an Elvish city (a place past any simple Halfling's understanding, even if they're all a collection of plain janes these days, Elf and hobbit alike)*
*hears a loud, pitch-perfect whistle and, in answer, a dog's rambunctious barking* *follows the sounds curiously, if only because he has nothing else to do* |
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[Jun. 16th, 2010|10:00 pm] |
*spends a fairly calm workday at the Fountain, despite being down one very important man*
*has Marigold to keep him company for the day, at least, and apart from cheering him up somewhat, it's a good opportunity to practice her training whenever he takes a walk through the house on various errands*
*is walking down the corridor on his way to one such task when Marigold, who is trotting by his side, suddenly takes off tearing down the hall* *pauses in his step to look after her in surprise* Hey, girl, what's the hurry? |
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[Jun. 8th, 2010|09:02 pm] |
*heads down to the office bright and early his first morning back, after a concerted physical effort and many promises of a long lunch made to his half-asleep husband*
*still feels weird about not missing work while he was away, but by the time he's settled in and checking his email, he feels almost back in the swing of things (never mind that Elemmakil is still not talking to him and his debriefing with Erestor was...wobbly, if polite)*
*is interrupted by a knock on the door at about 8:30, which turns out to belong to a deliveryman wielding a huge bouquet of roses in every color a tasteful rose can come in* *is thoroughly mystified by this (if they're from Glorfindel, why did Glorfindel try his typical morning delay tactics? and anyway, flowers from his Flower aren't really their thing, funnily enough)*
*reads the card, which is addressed to Esther via him (and now he's really confused) and contains detailed instructions on exactly how the flowers should be arranged in her office (and leading up to her door), along with the cryptic plea help a lovelorn dragon out*
*gamely follows these instructions to the letter (he's feeling loved-up, what can he say?) before returning to his desk and getting straight back to work* |
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[Jun. 7th, 2010|09:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&estella, &elemmakil&glorfindel, &erestor&estella, &erestor&glorfindel, &estella&glorfindel, @gondolin:fountain, aerandir, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, estella, glorfindel | ] |
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*arrives back in Gondolin with his husband on the afternoon following the Virtuoso Awards with the express intention to let the senior staff of the Flower and the Fountain know about their lords' new marital status before their respective agents issue the press release*
*in order to maintain some privacy, he and Ecthelion travel separately to the Palace* *while Ecthelion goes to face the music speak with Turgon, goes to find their dog and to break the news to Idril* *only manages to extricate himself with promises that he and his husband will have lunch with Idril and Tuor the following day*
*en route, texts Aerandir to ask that he and Sophie meet him at the conference room at the House of the Fountain in half an hour* *arrives back (home) at the Fountain and goes to the conference room himself, genuinely entertained by how excited Marigold is to be back here again* *tips a salute to Pete as he walks past the front desk* |
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[May. 30th, 2010|09:03 pm] |
*after a blissful and relaxing honeymoon, is on his way to Vinyamar with Glorfindel to attend the Virtuoso Awards, tanned and stress-free (and sporting a bit of a pulled muscle in his thigh)*
*or at least they would be properly on their way, if they hadn't been sidelined at the airport in Harad with flight delay after flight delay*
*finally arrives in Vinyamar (very, very late) and, once in the waiting car, exchanges a flurry of frantic texts with Roxy (or at least she seems rather frantic about it) to tell her he's still en route, although he'll miss most of the show at this point)*
*returns his phone to his jacket pocket and turns to Glorfindel with a smile* Apparently I've won awards. And here I thought I was going to have to come up with my own excuse to miss all the fun. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2010|04:30 pm] |
*spends another afternoon in much the same way he's spent the past few afternoons, meaning that he's basking in the sun in a deck chair on the balcony of his Harad hotel room, reading a paperback mystery and wearing nothing but sunglasses, a lot of sun lotion, and about half of a dozing Glorfindel*
*stretches, running his free hand down Glorfindel's side, his tone full of amusement* I know I've already told you you've got a hot ass, but if you don't flip over soon, it's going to burn. |
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[Mar. 18th, 2010|09:21 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &argon&ecthelion, &argon&gil-galad, &argon&glorfindel, &ecthelion&gil-galad, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gil-galad&glorfindel, @lindon, argon, ecthelion, gil-galad, glorfindel | ] |
*is woken up at a ridiculously early hour of the morning (what? 8.30am is fucking early) by a phone call from his best friend who is in fucking Lindon without any warning* *mutters something about revoking Glorfindel's travel privileges as he goes into Káni's room to wake her up* (*if he has to suffer the indignity of an early morning, so does she, guest or not*)
*grumbles the whole way to the courthouse* No fucking idea why he wanted to meet here. They don't serve breakfast at the courthouse. Fuck's sake. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2010|01:31 pm] |
*after a brief stop at the House of the Golden Flower, somehow ended up first on a train out of Gondolin and then on a plane to Lindon with Glorfindel*
*spends the better part of both of these journeys alternately not-looking at Glorfindel and sneaking looks at Glorfindel as a reminder he's there, in order to scold himself about going through with this incredibly dumb idea* *wracks his brain for something, anything to say to Glorfindel to distract him from his obvious anxiety (it's nighttime; they're high in the sky; they've barely spoken in months) but comes up pretty blank, except for a few words of small talk here and there (which he still sucks at, yes)*
*as a result, is filled with nothing more or less than dread by the time they touch down in Lindon rather late in the night and are driven to the hotel where he kept his reservation* *is so drained from the effort of not doing anything offensive or awkward that he can only mumble a resigned "thanks anyway" when he is told at the front desk that a second room will be available the following night, but not tonight (not even for an international superstar)*
*fumbles with the keycard at the door of the suite, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand (but at least he's getting too tired to be too overtly uptight)* It's fine. It's a suite. I'll sleep on the couch. Tomorrow you get to play tour guide, okay? |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|12:00 am] |
*wakes up screaming from a nightmare, in the midst of what sounds like an Eru-awful storm* *hyperventilates as he realises how fucking dark it is in his room* *fumbles on the bedside lamp and collapses back against his pillows, staring at the ceiling, choking back sobs*
(A dream, an endless dream, of falling, of being pushed by (Ecthelion) (Erestor) (Idril), of being told to jump by (Gil-galad) (Elrond), every face familiar and so-well loved)
*rests his left hand on his chest, which still heaves up and down with gasping breaths and shakes his head* *almost soundlessly* Oh no.
*huddles against his pillows and remembers and remembers and remembers* And, oh, must we be friends?
*falls back into a fitful sleep as dawn approaches and it is late in the day (though not yet near dark) when he manages to leave his house* *should tell his doctors that he knows himself, such as he is, but finds, instead, that his feet lead him towards the gazebo (it is peaceful, at least) (I cannot be really sad here)* |
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[Mar. 12th, 2010|02:50 pm] |
*early on the day on which he is due to have one of his casts (the left one) off, attempts to do some tidying in his apartment* *encounters the cards he retrieved from his safety deposit block and, in a fit of curiosity and endeavour, manages to figure out that they can fit into the side of his laptop*
*jumps as a moving image appears onscreen (it appears to be Ecthelion, working in his office)* *confused, peers a little closer and, a moment later, sees himself (himself-that-was) walk into the office* *turns up the volume to listen to the initial exchange and, for no reason that he can think of, feels his mouth go dry as video-Ecthelion stands up and walks (or stalks) towards video-him*
(*cannot, cannot tear his eyes away (kissing) (shirts being ripped) (laughter, oh laughter) (tumbling and wrestling and more clothes shed) (and so on and so forth and oh my)*)
*really unsure of what he is doing (except that he aches and cannot do a thing about it), has an appointment made for lunchtime*
*cheeks flushed, lips almost aquiver, goes to the House of the Fountain* |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2010|09:05 pm] |
*early one weeknight, comes to the astonishing realization that he's completely caught up with work, schoolwork, and the quick extra credit he's been doing to pad his grades* *can only conclude it's down to the extra four to five hours of sleep he's gotten every other night, thanks to the magical chill pills he swore he'd never use* *of course, the non-pill nights tend to leave him restless and exhausted in the morning, but he's gotten better at scheduling around those days*
*briefly entertains the idea of going out with Edrahil and Mac and the gang, just because he hasn't done so in weeks (even the last Secondmoot was canceled, between the weather and conflicting schedules)* *stares at his phone for several minutes, though, and the only person he actually wants to talk to is a country away (which is too depressing a thought on such a good? night)*
*gives up and heads out to drive aimlessly in search of occupation, finally coming to roost at a quiet little pub halfway across town* *takes a seat up at the bar, orders a beer, and rests his cheek against his knuckles, resigning himself to a fairly empty night alone* |
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|08:13 pm] |
*enjoyed having Gil-galad's company for the past week and is certainly sad to see him go* *promises to visit him in Lindon as soon as possible*
*finds himself at a bit of a loss once his visitor leaves, however, as he's still nowhere near up to speed on the career-front and is, quite frankly, uncertain how he can ever pick up those pieces of his life* *potters around his apartment one morning, giving the spare room a wide berth*
*is investigating the drawers of the bureau in the living room when he finds two curious items: one is a plane ticket, one-way to Losgar, dated two weeks previously and the other is a small key, with a logo emblazoned on it*
*realises he's seen that logo before and digs out his wallet to see that, yes, on his credit card is the very same logo: the emblem of the First Bank of Gondolin* *further ascertains that the key must be for a safety deposit box and, curiosity truly piqued, decides to make an outing to the bank* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2010|02:47 pm] |
*as requested, calls Gil-galad and asks him to come up to his office Saturday morning* *hesitates a moment before calling Esther and asking her to relay the same request to Ecthelion* *...which probably counts for chickening out, but he would much rather talk to Ecthelion in person than try to explain the reason for Mithrandir's visit over the phone*
*lets himself into the office a little early on the day of the meeting, half a cup of coffee in hand (last night was a pill night, as he's come to uncomfortably think of them, so he's actually feeling halfway okay)* *plunks down behind his desk and idly fusses with the single rose occupying the space between his photographs, before deciding he might as well get a few little sign-offs out of the way while he waits for everyone else to show* |
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[Feb. 15th, 2010|10:35 am] |
*fairly early the morning after Vendórë's Day, goes out for another walk in the park to clear her head*
*had a very nice holiday, all told, and Tuor was sweet as pie as usual (and very understanding about her having one of her Bad Days, despite all her efforts to ward off the Bad Dream that sometimes gets her down)* *doesn't quite know why that should be, when life is everything she wants right now, but it happens anyway**
*finds a bench to sit on and takes out the little bag of bread crusts she brought with her to feed the birds* |
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[Feb. 11th, 2010|08:51 am] |
*before his first appointment of the morning, finally gets around to organizing the contents of his desk drawers, a task he's less apt to do now that he has a personal secretary (but which needs doing with the same frequency, it seems)*
*is sitting on the floor behind his desk, clearing out the bottom drawer when his hand falls on a sheet of paper long forgotten, a letter creased and well-worn (and much-loved)*
*flexes the sudden heavy feeling out of his fingers and manages to lift the letter out of the drawer, eyes and hands scanning the familiar lines (I love knowing that you're there for me) (you gave me a reason to keep going and to keep living)*
*pulls himself to his feet, crumpling the paper into a ball as he does, though he finds he doesn't need to see the words to remember them (I know that it's not the end of Órë if we do argue)*
*flattens the paper out again with a tiny sigh, smoothing it across his desk (here's to all the years together)*
*tears the letter, first into long strips and then into tiny, neat pieces as Esther's voice sounds over the intercom to tell him his nine o'clock is on his way in* |
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[Feb. 8th, 2010|05:09 pm] |
*has more or less settled into a routine these past several weeks, consisting mainly of work (going in early and leaving late) with a little music on the side* *finds he still has more free time than he's used to and so adds a little more lifting back into his workout and ensures that he sticks to his running schedule religiously (not that he needs his Arda build for soldiering these days, but it can't hurt, right?)*
*one evening after work (late-ish but not too late, for a change), changes into shorts and t-shirt and hauls his tennis racquet and accompanying gear over to ORC, where he's reserved time on one of the courts for himself and Elemmakil* |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|10:59 pm] |
*is discharged the day after his operation and makes an immediate attempt to return to work (it doesn't take)*
*spends much of the first day circling his coffee table, eyeing the prescription painkillers but determined not to take them* *in a flash of insight, realises that maybe drinking alcohol really isn't a sensible alternative and so pours out the contents of the remaining bottles of whiskey and bourbon and gin and vodka (and and and) in his apartment* *has no real clue how long that resolution will last but is determined for today, at least*
*attempts to go to work the second day but finds it very frustrating, between the pain in his arm and the fact that he can only finger-peck at the keyboard, resulting in short, typo-filled emails which he has to correct painstakingly*
*finally, cuts out for a very early lunch and takes Marigold for a nice long walk on a circuitous route through the city* |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|11:40 pm] |
*has spent the last four days in Ossiriand, on an intensive photoshoot for a cologne, and is, to put it mildly, exhausted* *is perhaps not helped by the fact that he's been doing some Special Ops work remotely, first thing each morning and this, in turn, is not helped by the daily hangover*
*at the end of the fourth day of shooting, ventures out and about in the town centre, a woolly hat pulled down low over his head* *due to tiredness and champagne, is probably not looking where he's going when he steps off the pavement*
*does not stay in the hospital long but it is quite long enough for reports to leak out about 'Top Model's Brush with Death' (as though a broken arm and some bruising can count as a brush with death) (did not even see her in the vicinity)* *discharges himself from hospital, to his doctors' dismay and to his manager's fury, and refuses to take a prescription for painkillers*
*goes back to his hotel room and spends a very lonely night there* *in the morning, contacts Gil-galad to get a certain phone number (really wants to see a friendly face, given that the photographer is furious with him) and to reassure him that he's still very much alive* *laboriously texts Káni to arrange to meet her in the evening for dinner (+/- drinks)* |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|10:08 pm] |
*has spent the last several days scrambling to put things back into some sort of order at the Harp, after his second-in-command randomly quit, WTF?* *could extract no better explanation from Yates than that he "intended to pursue other opportunities"*
*takes a short break from the craziness of combing through job applications (all of which have been carefully screened by Special Ops, unbeknownst to him) to kick his feet up on his desk and peruse the paper, giving special attention to the classifieds (the R series hasn't served him as well as he'd hoped, and really, they don't make 'em like they used to, anyway)*
*drops his feet to the floor in a hurry when his eyes alight on the personals (he reads them to laugh, shut the fuck up), one ad in particular*
...seeking one Masked Mystery Man claiming double-sided fax capabilities...
*reads through the rest of the little blurb, then the whole thing once more, unbelieving (but no, there's her name and c/o House of the Fountain (*spit*))*
*only spares a moment for the question of whether she's seen his handwriting before (most likely only his signature, and there's no way that's going on the reply)* *without any further thought, finds a clean sheet of paper and a bold black pen (Eru, a pen) and scrawls a reply as fast as his hand will move*
It seems even a woman who chooses to be single can enjoy the occasional cinnamon cookie. But two? I'm no less a coward. Are you still brave enough for both of us? Will you laugh at 'hello' doctrine to face dragons tall?
*makes himself stop then, think a moment* *adds a final, simple line (I want to see you again.) before sealing the note in an envelope and printing your name in neat block letters on the front* *does not chuck this into his outbox, oh no—will drop it in the mailbox on the corner, on his way out for lunch* *returns to the business of the day (only now he's whistling while he works)* |
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exhausted
aggravated
horny
gloomy
confused
contemplative
sore
shocked