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[Feb. 2nd, 2011|06:24 pm] |
*has a wedding gift to find, and only a month left in which to find it* *and yes, that might seem like a long time, but he has no idea what to buy for the aunt who has everything and he would much rather get it all over with ASAP*
*to that end, organizes a Saturday task force consisting of himself (the wheels and complimentary lunch), Mac (the straight guy with the wedding-planner sister), and Esther (the advisor on all things girl)* *also, it's an excuse to go out with friends, and that's a habit he's building into as much as possible these days*
*by the time they exit the second department store empty-handed, has just about decided to get Carol a gift card and a bottle of champagne* *to Esther, a little helplessly* ...Look, I don't know what colors she likes. The house has been so many colors over the years—every room is different, how do I know which one she likes the best? |
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[Aug. 24th, 2010|07:53 pm] |
*remains oblivious to all of the activity around him, from tubes and needles to visitors and mainstays, and even the presence of two Valar isn't enough to shake him from his chemically-induced sleep*
*drags his eyes open a few times in the middle of the (second) night and mumbles a few nonsensical words on the morning of the third day* *tumbles into dark dreams after each glimmer of consciousness, but is ushered clear in short order (shh, sleep easy)*
*blinks and inhales deeply sometime in the late afternoon, not quite aware he's awake until he hears movement somewhere to his left* *tries to turn his head, instinctively seeking the source (hello?)* |
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[Jun. 24th, 2010|09:41 pm] |
*walks for hours, his steps growing progressively slower and more unsteady* *finally, at the end of his rope, limps into a twenty-four-hour diner* *haunts a corner table and nurses coffee until he hears the birds singing outside*
*drags himself to his (empty) house—car neatly parked, keys tucked under the rock by the drive—and sits in his (empty) kitchen for a few minutes or an hour, draining another pot of coffee* *hears his phone go off a few times* *ignores it*
*stumbles into his (empty) bedroom sometime after and loses himself to drugged oblivion* *wakes every few hours, just long enough to look at the other side of the bed (empty, oh, empty) and swallow more pills*
*by the next sunrise, musters the will to get things around and head up to his aunt's (or maybe he can't bear the emptiness any longer)* *hunts for the most recent bills before remembering his suspicion of days past* *damn it*
*cleans up and drives to the Fountain late in the workday, when most of the staff have gone home and the halls will be mostly empty* *enters through a side door and uses the back stairwells, moving silently down deserted corridors until he reaches his office* *slips inside, closes the door behind him, and flips the light on* |
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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] |
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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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[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. 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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[Nov. 8th, 2009|09:23 pm] |
*pops into the coffee shop a good fifteen minutes early with Doc in tow, the both of them laughing and pink-cheeked with the cold* ...no, but seriously. You think I sound like the astronomer? I'm eight pages in and he's already inviting his guest to a hanging, for Eru's sake.
*takes a seat at a table for four, shrugging out of his coat and draping it over the back of the chair* *continues* I mean, I'm all about gallows humor—pun completely intended—but I don't think he was kidding. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|07:07 pm] |
*following a somewhat useful session with his star witness number one ("somewhat useful" in that nothing new was presented, but a great many things were confirmed), has decided to move on with star witness number two (or perhaps he should be considered number one, after all)*
*folds his hands neatly atop his open files—Amir and Samantha, as before, and a third detailing the damage to the Houses themselves* *directly and sincerely, as ever* ...you may find some of my questions difficult to answer, but I would ask that you do so as honestly and as completely as possible. A great deal of this project hinges on the details. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|10:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&glorfindel, &erestor&glorfindel, @gondolin, @gondolin:flower, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, glorfindel, salgant | ] |
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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. 17th, 2009|01:54 pm] |
*returns from Menegroth with vacation days to spare, but has been forbidden to show his face around the House (for work purposes, anyway) until such-and-such date*
*is glad for the extra time, though, because it's a prime opportunity to have Carol down for a visit before the weather gets terribly cold* *picks her up from the train station and, after a minor squabble over who's sleeping where (which mostly consists of him threatening to put her out on the lawn if she tries to take the couch), sets her up in his bedroom and introduces her to his modest little kitchen (which she promptly commandeers, of course)*
*some time thereafter, is instructed to invite friends over for supper, and so dutifully calls Ecthelion ("take your antihistamine, sir") and Glorfindel* *hangs up with the latter and turns to Carol with a chipper smile* They'll be here in a little while. *steps back in to stir the beans* These are about done, I think. When do you want the roast out? |
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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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[Aug. 8th, 2009|05:45 pm] |
*feels slightly like a fish out of water, walking into the House of the Fountain's main foyer* *knew the place was big, sure, it looked big from the parking lot—but it's also grand and pristine and all official-like on the inside* *in other words, pretty far removed from anywhere a small-town boy might otherwise frequent*
*is nothing but smiles and warm handshakes, though, as he's introduced to various employees (Pete at the front desk) (Elise and Jürgon over the coffee pot) (Toby, who already had an urgent question for Jackie and it's not even eight AM yet)* *does like seeing this side of his boyfriend, definitely, but all at once? it's a little overwhelming*
*shifts his duffel strap over his shoulder and mutters an aside to Jackie as they traipse down yet another long, brightly lit corridor lined with offices* Everyone's calling you 'sir'. I feel like I should've worn my good shoes? |
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[Jul. 25th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
*has found himself taking up space in Ecthelion's office on a much more regular basis than usual, both because he's absorbing parts of his lord's workload (with or without Ecthelion's expressed consent) and because it's becoming a sort of habit between them, dropping in on each other as friends do* *not that they were ever unfriendly before, but slogging through the past year of hell has definitely left its mark for the better*
*sets his coffee on the edge of Ecthelion's desk and quickly flips through his topmost manila folder as he continues* Anyway, these are the req forms, they're all set to go, they just need your signature or my forgery. *closes that folder and moves it to the bottom of the pile in his lap, opening the second one down* This... what are these?... oh, this is finished, too, I'll drop it with Esther on my way out. *and on to the third folder, which he holds up in raised-eyebrow emphasis* Peak North. Again.
*conversationally* On a related note—as of this morning's meeting with the Registrar of Retirees with Nothing Better To Do, I've decided I don't want to be you when I grow up. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
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*it's a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon, and the place to be is the House of the Fountain's annual barbecue!*
*per her roommates' specific instructions (girlfriend, you are not working today, today we party), has dolled up a bit for the occasion* *figures if nothing else, she and Danielle and Georgia will make damned good armcandy for their unsuspecting date*
*as such, finds herself carefully stepping across the House's beautiful green lawns in strappy four-inchers, one arm curled around Erestor's and a fruity drink balanced in the other hand* *pleasantly, to their little party at large* I don't know about the rest of you, but there's a coney dog with my name on it. Bets on whether I can keep the sauce off my skirt this time? |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|07:06 pm] |
*has been extraordinarily busy since Doc's departure, between trying to keep Ecthelion's workload on the lighter side ("lighter" being a relative term, of course) and preparing for said lord's impending weeks-long absence* *still thinks Ecthelion's plan is brilliant, but has to wonder whether the man had any idea what he was getting himself into*
*doesn't anticipate having a fully-functional Third in place in time, so decides to go with plan B* *begs Duilien (read: agrees to future slavery in exchange) for Mac, just on loan for a day or two a week, to help him handle the load and any crises that might arise, because that's practically a given in this City*
*invites his fellow Second over to the Fountain for lunch on a relatively slow day, figuring they can start going over the particulars early so they're ready when the time comes* |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
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*having decided that everyone who has been working their arses off helping out at the Flower deserves a thank you, concocts a plan with her flatmate to have a small gathering at their flat*
*dispenses invitations by text to pretty much everyone in her phonebook (as Becky does the same) and comes to the conclusion that this will be less a small gathering and more an actual party*
*ensures that the fridge is well-stocked with booze and that she is dolled up to the nines on the evening of the party* *looks around the flat and looks at Becky* Well. We're long overdue a house-warming anyway. It may coincide with our eviction but at least it'll be a great party. |
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[May. 29th, 2009|01:15 pm] |
*after a brief evening spent in the Twilight Zone, found himself with one seriously drunk Ecthelion installed on his couch* *poured as much coffee down the man's throat as he'd take before tucking him in (with a full glass of water and a clean trash can on standby) for the night*
*gets up even earlier than usual the following morning, figuring he'd better have the coffee ready when his lord regains consciousness* *actually, thinks he'd better make sure said lord is still breathing*
*...yep, still breathing* *and looking remarkably peaceful for a man who's going to wish he'd never been born when that hangover comes knocking!* *ouch*
*heads into the kitchen to occupy himself while he waits* |
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[May. 26th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
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*despite shorter and less frequent visits, of late (awkward being a kind word to describe them and painful a more accurate word, and Glorfindel seems more and more relieved to end them), returns to the rehab clinic to see Glorfindel not long after his most recent revelation (and it isn't that recent a revelation, either, but he is growing used to Glorfindel not remembering things, too)*
*keeps the thought in mind to speak to Glorfindel's therapist and perhaps demand get some answers as to why he does not seem to be showing any improvement*
*looks for Glorfindel in the common areas and does not dwell on the fact that he cannot think of anything new to say, that he is only here to cling to some vague, desperate hope (today will be the day he smiles)*
[Edit] *hurries home and barricades himself in his office in an attempt to avoid any more (crushing) encounters today* *sits down and stares at his framed desk photo for a solid minute before unceremoniously shoving it into a drawer*
*accomplishes very little that can be called productive (although the hours still pass), until it occurs to him to actually check his calendar...and oh, that is the last thing in the world he wants to be doing now but he did promise, after all*
*sends Erestor a hasty text (agent orange, 10 p.m. i'm buying.) before going upstairs to shower and change, finally venturing out again as evening deepens* |
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[May. 12th, 2009|08:27 pm] |
*has no real understanding of what time it is after Glorfindel's test results come back and he has been moved to a proper room*
*only knows that it must be getting well on into the evening when Glorfindel is finally sleeping the sleep of the sedated in his arms (it is still far from ideal but they are both calmer this way)*
*does not come anywhere near sleep himself, not now that he has had a proper look at Glorfindel's not-phone and is developing a fuller understanding of the atrocities one single human being is capable of committing* |
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