i_dramatize (i_dramatize) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-07-07 08:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | howl jenkins, jareth |
Of Like Minds (Jareth)
The glaring sign over his front door drew Howl's eyes upward as he entered, shaking his head in disgust. WIZARD JENKINS. It was just the sort of flamboyant sign he would have chosen, if he'd wanted the attention. Which he didn't. Not now, anyway. Next thing he knew, people would be coming to him for spells and charms, and that meant work. Howl had already learned he didn't need his own money in this City, so there was really no point in advertising something he didn't need to do to get by. He'd have to do something about that sign, and soon. Which was typical of Howl's attitude toward anything remotely involving work. Think about it, then procrastinate to the point where nothing actually got done.
He entered the castle and shop that was neither a home nor a store at the moment. Home suggested a place where family dwelt, and with the exception of Calcifer, his was all too noticeably absent. And despite the recent purchases of necessary stock items, he had no intentions of re-opening his shop. At least not until he found a suitable assistant to take care of dealing with the general public. Or until he found a way to get himself, and his castle, back where they belonged.
Approaching the fireplace, breathing gently on Calcifer to waken him, and bring some life to the dwindling flames. He reached down, grabbing a fresh log and fed it to the hungry fire demon. "I'm in the mood for a sandwich. Will you kindly cook me a slab of ham?" Calcifer bickered over no longer needing to be Howl's servant, but the wizard knew his old friend well enough to know it was just smoke. He proceeded to fetch a pan and the aforementioned ham, glancing at his shelf of books as he did so. Deep in thought, he silently cooked his lunch, setting aside the pan after retrieving two slices of bread and placing the ham between them. He took a bite, wandering back to the bookcase.
He reached up, selecting one seemingly at random, and with sandwich and book, sat before the table. Between bites, he blew the accumulated dust from the book, noting with detachment that Sophie's absence was already becoming far too obvious. A glance around the room told him the bookcase wasn't the only thing that needed some domestic attention. No matter. Howl didn't miss Sophie for her cleaning skills, remarkable as they were, and he'd little interest in the amount of dust or litter in his home, though he might want to consider cleaning up at least a bit before he returned home. Sophie could throw an almighty row when she wanted to, and the sight of this much work would not make their reunion as pleasant as he might like.
He returned his attention to his book, brushing the few crumbs that remained of his sandwich from his clothes. While the condition of the castle might not phase Howl, his own appearance was an entirely different matter. While he had read each of his books many times, and could not recall ever seeing anything that might explain- or solve- his current situation, there stood the possibility that something might be there. He'd found a way into Ingary, after all, so perhaps a change in wording or formula...
There simply had to be a way. Howl refused to believe he could not return to his former life, and the sooner, the better. This City was grand, of that there was no argument, but he preferred to be able to come and go as HE pleased, not the other way around. He rose, retrieving a few more books and a pen and paper. Soon the page was filled with notes and scribbles, little of which would make any sense to someone not skilled in the arts.