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[Aug. 4th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:flower, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:harp, ecthelion, eru, estella, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, yangchen | ] |
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*awakens very sluggishly, though it really only has been about five minutes*
*doesn't need the sharpest edges of his wits to understand immediately that something's very wrong, however*
Okay. This isn't my office. I dozed off in my office, and now I'm in... *looks around more carefully* ...Salgant's office? Why am I in Salgant's office?
*spots a telephone on the desk and picks up the handset, pressing a speed-dial button at random without the first clue as to what he means to say, or to whom* *hears the staffer on the other end answer with a wary-sounding Lord Salgant?* No, this is... *freezes at the sound of his own voice* *annnd then he looks at the hand holding the phone* Oh god. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2010|01:20 am] |
*arrives back in Gondolin after an intensive photoshoot in Hithlum and is surprised to see that there are a couple of billboards up already from the first photoshoot he did in December, for Beleriand Spring Water (featuring him, shirtless, on a mountain)*
*after his first full day back, during which he maintained his newfound levels of efficiency, finds himself at a loose end in the evening so goes down to the gym (pretty sure that Ecthelion won't be there, what with his being a morning person and all)* *throws his stuff into a gym bag* *pours a big helping of food into Marigold's bowl (pure bribery so she won't miss him while he's out) and heads down to the gym, in a new car acquired for him by some advertising company or other* |
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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. 23rd, 2009|02:08 pm] |
*endures a rather trying therapy session first thing in the morning before heading over to the Fountain* *makes a mental note to never again schedule these appointments early in the day, if they're likely to ruin his mood so thoroughly*
*works steadily through until five o'clock, his day blessedly free of meetings*
*is therefore taken a little off guard when he hears a light knock on his open door and looks up to see someone other than one of his own staff poised to enter*
Oh. Come in?. |
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[Aug. 11th, 2009|11:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&meleth, &erestor&estella, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&idril, &idril&maeglin, &idril&salgant, &maeglin&salgant, @gondolin:palace, ecthelion, erestor, estella, glorfindel, idril, lucas, maeglin, meleth, nimloth, salgant | ] |
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*on the evening of the ball, gets all dressed up in her bright yellow gown (it's poofy!) and her jeweled mask and goes downstairs to join the gathering throng*
*wanders among all the people (there are a lot of them throughout the palace, considering she's invited all the staff from all the Houses), oohing and ahhing at all the beautiful, colorful costumes and trying to guess who's who*
*thinks that tall and muscly one over there is probably Egalmoth, and oh, there's her aunt, surely, resplendent in white, and her little cousin (and she breathes a little sigh of relief because it seems Lómion must have gone back to Uncle Fingon's after all)*
*can't guess who most people are (even the really obvious ones), though she never forgets a name, but it's great fun to try!* *collects a glass of champagne and whirls and twirls around the ballroom, humming to herself and eagerly awaiting Tuor's arrival* |
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|01:17 pm] |
*sits in his living room, going over the Harp particulars with Lucas Yates in preparation for his leaving Gondolin for several weeks (weeks) on his tour* *there's still a little time left, but his schedule is such a fright, he wanted to be certain of covering all his bases early*
*doesn't exactly relish holding these meetings in his private quarters, considering, but continues to swallow his discomfort anyway (let people gossip if they like; that's still preferable to them wondering why Yates is there at all)*
*made sure, after he let Yates in, to take a seat in his armchair and leave his Second the sofa* *doesn't really think Yates capable of such unprofessional behavior in what is clearly a work setting, but why tempt fate?*
*leans forward to look at Yates' laptop screen* That's the rest of Theatre in the Park sorted, then. I can't imagine Lord Salgant will have any issues there but of course he's doing double duty. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
*on a day when his boyfriend's album is flying out of the shops, has an appointment to keep at the Harp*
*wends his way across town in the mid-morning and shows up at the House of the Harp with an uncharacteristally determined and business-like expression because, even though Ecthelion shows no further adverse effects after the incident involving the Fountain, he has not entirely forgotten (forgiven?) Salgant's role in the whole affair* |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2009|10:53 am] |
*has been doing very little for the past week except work and write and work some more, the obvious benefit being that he now has very little on his desk (and the obvious downside being that he now has very little on his desk)*
*walks over to the House of the Harp on his lunch break for his scheduled appointment (although admittedly, he's partly going so that Esther won't try to make him eat lunch)* |
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[May. 26th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, @gondolin, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:rehab, ecthelion, erestor, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, stasia | ] |
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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. 5th, 2009|09:14 am] |
*sits on his living room sofa later that evening, trying to work but mostly dwelling on what Glorfindel said and the way he sounded*
*reaches for his phone and once more looks over the photos Elemmakil sent him, which really are nothing less than quite disturbing*
*sighs and checks his watch and decides it's about time to make another call to order in some food* *that done, places his phone on a bookshelf at the far end of the living room (so he won't be tempted by it) and settles in to work and wait* |
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[May. 4th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
*early in the morning, manages to work up the courage to leave his apartment (aided by a shot of whiskey and a stern talking-to from his mother)* *clutches his bag against his chest as she shepherds him through the Flower and does not make eye-contact with a single one of his employees (and so he cannot see their shocked or not-shocked expressions)*
*sits quietly in the back of the taxi, trembling very minutely, and worrying at his thumbnail (ignoring his mother's sharp reprimand that there will be nothing left) and is surprised when the taxi pulls up at the station* *climbs out of the car, legs wobbling slightly, and is utterly disoriented as he looks up at the station* |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|08:47 am] |
*after the disaster at the Virtuosos, caught the red-eye out of Vinyamar and a nearly empty train back into Gondolin, taking full advantage of the anonymity a hat and sunglasses afforded him*
*spent the following day holed up in his apartment, watching game shows and eating everything in sight (and thinking that if he stays here long enough, he really will become yesterday's news...and last week's...and last month's)*
*is becoming increasingly desperate as the second day wears on, however; he may actually have to face humanity in the form of a pizza delivery guy* |
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[Feb. 12th, 2009|12:42 pm] |
*sees the look in Ecthelion's eyes and swiftly understands that tonight is a night to find a venue with a stage to accommodate the Lord of the Fountain* *really rather loves going to Ecthelion's impromptu gigs*
*is somewhat late leaving the house in the evening due to having to wait to take delivery of a new (king-sized) bed which certainly dominates Ecthelion's bedroom more than the previous one*
*occupied with thoughts of christening the bed, makes his way to the club and slips in the back, sidling up to the bar, scant minutes before Ecthelion is due onstage*
*sends him a text (made it. tough to choose between you & our bed but i chose you. see you after. g) and orders a soda as he sits up on a barstool, eyes trained on the as-yet-empty stage* |
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[Jan. 18th, 2009|08:25 pm] |
*leaves work and heads down the street to his favorite café, which, in addition to having an impressive draught list and great service, is generally quiet and low-key (or not your usual hangout for those with prying eyes, in other words)*
*is greeted cheerfully by Kate, the weekday hostess, and led to his favorite table*
*orders a beer and settles in to skim through today's newspaper while he waits* |
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blank
frazzled
drained
scared
humiliated
calm