Cupidity - chapter fourteen
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curious_spellsHappy Thanksgiving!
Previous chapters here
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The next morning she took him out along narrow paved streets to another cafe, where she fed him some sort of huge omelette with potatoes and peas. She watched him eat, and then she pushed coffee at him.
"Okay?" she said. "Eat more."
"I can't. I'm gonna explode."
"Fair enough. What are you going to do?"
She could mean anything. He shrugged. He really didn't have a clue. Bum about. Look at stuff. Wonder what was happening to his head. "I dunno."
D'you want to come out with me today?" she said. "Cristobal's taking me out to Sitges in his 4x4 to see the neo-pagans."
"What d'you want to see them for?"
"Mostly for the food," Jenny said, "but they can be useful."
He went, because he had nothing else to do. Sitges was near the sea, and it had tiny cobbled streets and a castle. Angel stared as they rumbled through it and up into the hills.
"It's on this guy's farm," Cristobal said, not entirely helpfully. He was large and wore silver rings on all his fingers. One of them had a small winged person on, like a fairy. Angel kept staring at it, until Cristobal looked at him funny and moved his hand.
There were a lot of bumpy roads, and it took them some time to find the particular bumpy road they wanted. Once they did, though, it was obvious that it was the right one. The clearing was filled with people wearing everything from club clothes to loin cloths to bad tie-dye and crushed velvet.
One woman was wearing bad tie-dyed crushed velvet. She also had the most impressive collection of jewelry Angel had ever seen on a single person. She stuck him with it in several uncomfortable places when she hugged him. She hugged Cristobal as well. Jenny took two large steps back out of reach.
Her name was Mariposa, and she seemed to be in charge of things. She put Angel to work setting up a bunch of long tables that ran between the rows of lemon trees. Cristobal and a bunch of other people helped. Jenny somehow found a lawn chair and a cool drink and waved to them cheerfully from time to time over her book. She had her aviators on again, and bright blue zinc-oxide smeared over her nose.
After the tables were set up, there were some long treks out to various cars, scooters, and bikes to get table cloths, napkins, all sorts of candles and candle holders, a couple of crystal skulls, a whole mass of tangled up bead strings, a cardboard box full of bells, and other stuff Angel couldn't even put a name too. There was firewood, too. Lots of it.
He took off his shirt in the hot sun and stretched up towards the blue sky. Everything smelled like lemons. He was sweaty and dusty and felt pretty fantastic. He grinned at some random guy nearby, who offered him a loincloth of his own.
"Uh. No thanks, really."
The firewood was piled up into a bonfire in a circle clear of overhanging branches. People sang a bunch of songs, and the little kids were left to keep the fire going while the grown-ups started piling food on the table. A lot of food.
Jenny sat by Angel as Mariposa sang one last song. "It's a dumb supper," Jenny said quietly. "No, it does not mean your food is stupid. It means no one talks, so they can commune with the spirits of the dead." She gestured around at the empty seats scattered among all the people squeezed together. "See? They left room for them."
"There's dead people eating with us?"
Jenny made a rude sound. "Of course not. It takes more to summon the dead than pumpkin muffins and pickled beetroots."
The song ended then, and everyone dug in. There was an immense sound of chewing, not offset by anyone saying anything at all, not even pass the salt. It was a little disturbing. It also gave Angel a lot of time to think, which was exactly what he hadn't wanted.
He shuffled his feet in the grass and fidgeted. Someone passed him more lemony potatoes. There were olives and chicken with herbs and thick slices of bread spread with butter and honey. There was a lot food he didn't recognize, but it was delicious anyway. Except for some of the more unfortunate outfits and the tendency to ply strangers with loincloths, these people were okay, he thought.
The place across from him was empty. People put oranges on the plate, and rice, and cloves of roasted garlic. Angel thought about his grandmother, who had died when he was only eight. Her first name had been Angel, like him, and she'd fed him cookies and let him sit on her lap while she told him stories about angels playing the snow. In winter, they'd made maple sugar candy by pouring it in the snow, and she'd told him about growing up in Maine.
He imagined her sitting across from him now, wafting her odd, fruity perfume, make-up perfectly done. He didn't think she'd like the garlic, but maybe people got more adventurous when they were dead.
He wondered where Neil was, and if he was okay. He wondered about Robin's parents. He didn't even know if they were alive or dead. It seemed weird to think about him even having parents.
By the time the feast was over and the dishes and food were packed away and the tables loaded back into cars, it was dusk. The fire was built higher, and Jenny pulled him away to sit under a lemon tree while Mariposa sang some more and made big sweeping motions with a white-handled knife.
"You should see them at midsummer," Jenny said. "They make a man out of straw and trample him into the ground and burn him. Mariposa always makes them leave his cucumber and tomatoes for her to step on. That woman has issues."
Angel winced. "Nice."
Mariposa drew a large circle in the dirt with her knife and did some ritual inside. Jenny snickered unkindly at the way her jewelry got tangled in her hair.
"What's it all for?" Angel asked.
"Nothing. It's for nothing. Circles are for keeping things out, not creating a sacred womanly space or whatever the hell it is she thinks she's doing."
Angel didn't say anything, but he thought it didn't look any sillier than any other religion he'd seen. And the people were a lot nicer here than the ones he'd gone to temple with growing up.
There was a dance afterward, with everyone holding hands in a long line, weaving around and around, fading in and out of the light from the bonfire as the sky shaded from dark blue to inky black. Even Jenny let herself be pulled into the dance. Angel sank back into the shadows and watched.
No more yielding than a dream, he thought, watching the flickering fire and the dancers. There had to be fifty, at least. Maybe a hundred. Maybe he should read that play some time. He sat at the base of a lemon tree, someone's discarded poncho wrapped around his shoulders as the chill night air stroked his neck.
His eyelids drooped closed, opened, closed again. When he looked around next, the trees seemed to be gathered more thickly around him. Branches that had been heavy with lemons now drooped under the weight of straggling moss and vines. The air still smelled of citrus and wood smoke, and the fire still flickered in the distance, but he couldn't see the dancers.
He stood and shook his head. It felt mazy, despite having drunk only cider and a little mulled wine. There were shadows on the ground that the tree branches didn't seem to account for. He swallowed and stepped out of their way. He walked toward the fire.
Eos was there, standing in silhouette against the flames. Behind her, there were dancers, but they didn't wear tie-dye or even loincloths. They wore rags and feathers, beads and pearls and diamonds and gold. Some of them wore scales or fur or antlers, and Angel didn't think they were glued on. Behind them, on the edge of the circle, stood Alberich. He had his arms folded and he was watching Eos, gaze never moving from her.
"Won't you join our dance?" Eos said. She hand out her hand to him, and her skin glowed silver, despite the ruddy firelight.
Angel took a step forward and stopped. He looked down at his feet and saw the scuffed line of Mariposa's circle in the dirt. He didn't know which side of it he was on.
"This is the night of thin walls," Eos said. "A night of celebration." She wove through the inhuman dancers and stood so close to him that her bare toes almost touched the tips of his shoes.
He stared into her eyes and shivered as the wind rushed up his spine. It blew his hair out towards her, across the line of the circle, and she caught a handful.
"I have you now," she said, but she sounded almost teasing.
"I just want to be left alone," Angel whispered.
"Silly boy. Of course you don't." She pulled a silver knife from her belt and cut off the bottom few inches of the hank of hair she was holding. She danced away with it and flung it into the bonfire. Alberich was scowling, his face lit red by the flames
Angel felt himself start to burn and woke up half-choked with smoke and coughing. The wind had shifted. Smoke and sparks from the fire drifted his way.
He struggled up and leaned against a tree a few feet away, hands running over his hair and clothes to make sure he was spark-free. He was, but one section of his hair was cut short and clean across the bottom.
He grabbed at it and held it tight in his hand like a wound. His nails dug into his palm. He must've done it himself. Or someone else had, for some ritual, some totally harmless ritual. Except they were all still dancing, and what would they want with his hair anyway?
God. Fuck. He was going nuts. Or--or being visited by demons or something, like in those horrible Bible stories his father used to tell them. Gave him fucking nightmares, those stories.
His breath was coming faster, and his heart was pounding like he'd been running, but he couldn't move. He pushed his free hand over his mouth in case of--something. He wasn't sure what might come out of it right now. Thanks to his hand, he only squeaked instead of shrieked when Jenny snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Jesus fuck, don't do that!"
"Are you all right?" Jenny said. She looked very serious, like she thought he wasn't.
"Do-- Do you know anything about recurring dreams?"
"What kind of recurring dreams? Naked in school? Chased by monsters?"
"I just keep seeing this woman." He shook his head. "I mean. Nothing. Doesn't matter."
She gave him this long look, like she didn't believe him at all. She was getting good at that. "You saw her just now?"
"Dancing round the fire. Except none of you were here. Just her and her-- People. I think they were people."
"Did she say anything to you?" Jenny said. Her brow was all crumpled up with frowns.
"Some stuff. She." He stopped. He'd successfully not thought about this so far, because it felt a little too close to going crazy. "She talks about Robin, and like she's mad with him. Or with me." Angel took hold of the short hank of hair and waggled it. "This wasn't like this before I fell asleep."
"Hmm. Are you sure? I mean, hair can get cut in all sort of ways." Jenny bit her lip. "Maybe you slipped and...fell on some scissors."
"She cut it off in my dream."
Jenny came closer, much closer so that he could smell the smoke on her clothes and hair. She touched the tag around his throat.
"Do you even know what this says?" she said, slowly.
"No."
"It says: I curse you three times who removes this charm or harms this flesh: with agony and blood and despair."
"What the fuck does that mean?" He shuddered, and Jenny let it drop from her grip as if she didn't like touching it.
"Well, look. He gave you this because he clearly wants to keep you safe," she said. "So it’s not all bad."
"Safe from who?"
"I don't know."
She wasn't a very good liar, but Angel didn't want to push it. She reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
"Mariposa's lending us her camper van to sleep in."
"Yeah, sure."
He was very tired but he lay awake long after Jenny had begun to snore lightly. He watched the fire burning low, and the figures sitting around it in a circle, talking quietly late into the night.
They drove back to the city the next day. Angel gazed out of the window at the streaming cars on the expressway.
"Hey, Jenny," he said, later. They were in the bar where she’d read the runes, and Jenny was holding the velvet bag, idly playing with the stones inside. She didn't look so good, Angel thought.
"So, you've decided to leave?" she said.
"Huh. Yeah. You’re a mind reader too?"
"Not a very good one. Different skill set."
"Thanks," he said, instead of asking her one of the thousands of questions he didn't really want answered. "You know, for everything."
"You don't have to go, you know. You could stick around. I've been looking for an apprentice."
"Who, me?"
"Sure. You've got an open mind and an open heart. There's nothing I can teach you that's more important than that."
He thought about it for a minute, seriously. Fortune telling for a living--it wouldn't be so bad. Travelling around, meeting new people. it actually sounded pretty fun, and Jenny was nice, and different from any other girl he'd met if only in that she hadn't hit on him at all. But he shook his head. "No. Thanks. I think I have to go. Do...something."
He wasn't even sure he knew what, but he didn't think taking up with Jenny and letting her run his life was much better than letting Robin run his life. And when he thought about it, Andy, too. Andy had gotten him a place to stay, a job, an alarm clock so he would wake up in time for it. And before Andy, of course, his mother.
"I should be on my own for a while, maybe," he said.
Jenny nodded like she'd expected that and pulled a rune out of the bag. She pushed it into his palm. "Take that with you."
He looked at it. It was perth, the same rune he'd drawn before. "Is it a good luck charm, or something?"
"There's no such thing. You can't control luck like that. Any witch can make a lucky charm, but it's up to the owner whether the luck it brings is good or bad, and anyway, that's not either. It's just a reminder. And it's got my mobile number on the back. Call me if you get in trouble."
She put the bag of runes in her pack, kissed the top of his head, and walked out of the bar. Sticking him with the check, he noticed. He smiled and paid for their beers.
Kit bag slung over his shoulder, he walked out the door and down the street.
Previous chapters here
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The next morning she took him out along narrow paved streets to another cafe, where she fed him some sort of huge omelette with potatoes and peas. She watched him eat, and then she pushed coffee at him.
"Okay?" she said. "Eat more."
"I can't. I'm gonna explode."
"Fair enough. What are you going to do?"
She could mean anything. He shrugged. He really didn't have a clue. Bum about. Look at stuff. Wonder what was happening to his head. "I dunno."
D'you want to come out with me today?" she said. "Cristobal's taking me out to Sitges in his 4x4 to see the neo-pagans."
"What d'you want to see them for?"
"Mostly for the food," Jenny said, "but they can be useful."
He went, because he had nothing else to do. Sitges was near the sea, and it had tiny cobbled streets and a castle. Angel stared as they rumbled through it and up into the hills.
"It's on this guy's farm," Cristobal said, not entirely helpfully. He was large and wore silver rings on all his fingers. One of them had a small winged person on, like a fairy. Angel kept staring at it, until Cristobal looked at him funny and moved his hand.
There were a lot of bumpy roads, and it took them some time to find the particular bumpy road they wanted. Once they did, though, it was obvious that it was the right one. The clearing was filled with people wearing everything from club clothes to loin cloths to bad tie-dye and crushed velvet.
One woman was wearing bad tie-dyed crushed velvet. She also had the most impressive collection of jewelry Angel had ever seen on a single person. She stuck him with it in several uncomfortable places when she hugged him. She hugged Cristobal as well. Jenny took two large steps back out of reach.
Her name was Mariposa, and she seemed to be in charge of things. She put Angel to work setting up a bunch of long tables that ran between the rows of lemon trees. Cristobal and a bunch of other people helped. Jenny somehow found a lawn chair and a cool drink and waved to them cheerfully from time to time over her book. She had her aviators on again, and bright blue zinc-oxide smeared over her nose.
After the tables were set up, there were some long treks out to various cars, scooters, and bikes to get table cloths, napkins, all sorts of candles and candle holders, a couple of crystal skulls, a whole mass of tangled up bead strings, a cardboard box full of bells, and other stuff Angel couldn't even put a name too. There was firewood, too. Lots of it.
He took off his shirt in the hot sun and stretched up towards the blue sky. Everything smelled like lemons. He was sweaty and dusty and felt pretty fantastic. He grinned at some random guy nearby, who offered him a loincloth of his own.
"Uh. No thanks, really."
The firewood was piled up into a bonfire in a circle clear of overhanging branches. People sang a bunch of songs, and the little kids were left to keep the fire going while the grown-ups started piling food on the table. A lot of food.
Jenny sat by Angel as Mariposa sang one last song. "It's a dumb supper," Jenny said quietly. "No, it does not mean your food is stupid. It means no one talks, so they can commune with the spirits of the dead." She gestured around at the empty seats scattered among all the people squeezed together. "See? They left room for them."
"There's dead people eating with us?"
Jenny made a rude sound. "Of course not. It takes more to summon the dead than pumpkin muffins and pickled beetroots."
The song ended then, and everyone dug in. There was an immense sound of chewing, not offset by anyone saying anything at all, not even pass the salt. It was a little disturbing. It also gave Angel a lot of time to think, which was exactly what he hadn't wanted.
He shuffled his feet in the grass and fidgeted. Someone passed him more lemony potatoes. There were olives and chicken with herbs and thick slices of bread spread with butter and honey. There was a lot food he didn't recognize, but it was delicious anyway. Except for some of the more unfortunate outfits and the tendency to ply strangers with loincloths, these people were okay, he thought.
The place across from him was empty. People put oranges on the plate, and rice, and cloves of roasted garlic. Angel thought about his grandmother, who had died when he was only eight. Her first name had been Angel, like him, and she'd fed him cookies and let him sit on her lap while she told him stories about angels playing the snow. In winter, they'd made maple sugar candy by pouring it in the snow, and she'd told him about growing up in Maine.
He imagined her sitting across from him now, wafting her odd, fruity perfume, make-up perfectly done. He didn't think she'd like the garlic, but maybe people got more adventurous when they were dead.
He wondered where Neil was, and if he was okay. He wondered about Robin's parents. He didn't even know if they were alive or dead. It seemed weird to think about him even having parents.
By the time the feast was over and the dishes and food were packed away and the tables loaded back into cars, it was dusk. The fire was built higher, and Jenny pulled him away to sit under a lemon tree while Mariposa sang some more and made big sweeping motions with a white-handled knife.
"You should see them at midsummer," Jenny said. "They make a man out of straw and trample him into the ground and burn him. Mariposa always makes them leave his cucumber and tomatoes for her to step on. That woman has issues."
Angel winced. "Nice."
Mariposa drew a large circle in the dirt with her knife and did some ritual inside. Jenny snickered unkindly at the way her jewelry got tangled in her hair.
"What's it all for?" Angel asked.
"Nothing. It's for nothing. Circles are for keeping things out, not creating a sacred womanly space or whatever the hell it is she thinks she's doing."
Angel didn't say anything, but he thought it didn't look any sillier than any other religion he'd seen. And the people were a lot nicer here than the ones he'd gone to temple with growing up.
There was a dance afterward, with everyone holding hands in a long line, weaving around and around, fading in and out of the light from the bonfire as the sky shaded from dark blue to inky black. Even Jenny let herself be pulled into the dance. Angel sank back into the shadows and watched.
No more yielding than a dream, he thought, watching the flickering fire and the dancers. There had to be fifty, at least. Maybe a hundred. Maybe he should read that play some time. He sat at the base of a lemon tree, someone's discarded poncho wrapped around his shoulders as the chill night air stroked his neck.
His eyelids drooped closed, opened, closed again. When he looked around next, the trees seemed to be gathered more thickly around him. Branches that had been heavy with lemons now drooped under the weight of straggling moss and vines. The air still smelled of citrus and wood smoke, and the fire still flickered in the distance, but he couldn't see the dancers.
He stood and shook his head. It felt mazy, despite having drunk only cider and a little mulled wine. There were shadows on the ground that the tree branches didn't seem to account for. He swallowed and stepped out of their way. He walked toward the fire.
Eos was there, standing in silhouette against the flames. Behind her, there were dancers, but they didn't wear tie-dye or even loincloths. They wore rags and feathers, beads and pearls and diamonds and gold. Some of them wore scales or fur or antlers, and Angel didn't think they were glued on. Behind them, on the edge of the circle, stood Alberich. He had his arms folded and he was watching Eos, gaze never moving from her.
"Won't you join our dance?" Eos said. She hand out her hand to him, and her skin glowed silver, despite the ruddy firelight.
Angel took a step forward and stopped. He looked down at his feet and saw the scuffed line of Mariposa's circle in the dirt. He didn't know which side of it he was on.
"This is the night of thin walls," Eos said. "A night of celebration." She wove through the inhuman dancers and stood so close to him that her bare toes almost touched the tips of his shoes.
He stared into her eyes and shivered as the wind rushed up his spine. It blew his hair out towards her, across the line of the circle, and she caught a handful.
"I have you now," she said, but she sounded almost teasing.
"I just want to be left alone," Angel whispered.
"Silly boy. Of course you don't." She pulled a silver knife from her belt and cut off the bottom few inches of the hank of hair she was holding. She danced away with it and flung it into the bonfire. Alberich was scowling, his face lit red by the flames
Angel felt himself start to burn and woke up half-choked with smoke and coughing. The wind had shifted. Smoke and sparks from the fire drifted his way.
He struggled up and leaned against a tree a few feet away, hands running over his hair and clothes to make sure he was spark-free. He was, but one section of his hair was cut short and clean across the bottom.
He grabbed at it and held it tight in his hand like a wound. His nails dug into his palm. He must've done it himself. Or someone else had, for some ritual, some totally harmless ritual. Except they were all still dancing, and what would they want with his hair anyway?
God. Fuck. He was going nuts. Or--or being visited by demons or something, like in those horrible Bible stories his father used to tell them. Gave him fucking nightmares, those stories.
His breath was coming faster, and his heart was pounding like he'd been running, but he couldn't move. He pushed his free hand over his mouth in case of--something. He wasn't sure what might come out of it right now. Thanks to his hand, he only squeaked instead of shrieked when Jenny snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Jesus fuck, don't do that!"
"Are you all right?" Jenny said. She looked very serious, like she thought he wasn't.
"Do-- Do you know anything about recurring dreams?"
"What kind of recurring dreams? Naked in school? Chased by monsters?"
"I just keep seeing this woman." He shook his head. "I mean. Nothing. Doesn't matter."
She gave him this long look, like she didn't believe him at all. She was getting good at that. "You saw her just now?"
"Dancing round the fire. Except none of you were here. Just her and her-- People. I think they were people."
"Did she say anything to you?" Jenny said. Her brow was all crumpled up with frowns.
"Some stuff. She." He stopped. He'd successfully not thought about this so far, because it felt a little too close to going crazy. "She talks about Robin, and like she's mad with him. Or with me." Angel took hold of the short hank of hair and waggled it. "This wasn't like this before I fell asleep."
"Hmm. Are you sure? I mean, hair can get cut in all sort of ways." Jenny bit her lip. "Maybe you slipped and...fell on some scissors."
"She cut it off in my dream."
Jenny came closer, much closer so that he could smell the smoke on her clothes and hair. She touched the tag around his throat.
"Do you even know what this says?" she said, slowly.
"No."
"It says: I curse you three times who removes this charm or harms this flesh: with agony and blood and despair."
"What the fuck does that mean?" He shuddered, and Jenny let it drop from her grip as if she didn't like touching it.
"Well, look. He gave you this because he clearly wants to keep you safe," she said. "So it’s not all bad."
"Safe from who?"
"I don't know."
She wasn't a very good liar, but Angel didn't want to push it. She reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
"Mariposa's lending us her camper van to sleep in."
"Yeah, sure."
He was very tired but he lay awake long after Jenny had begun to snore lightly. He watched the fire burning low, and the figures sitting around it in a circle, talking quietly late into the night.
They drove back to the city the next day. Angel gazed out of the window at the streaming cars on the expressway.
"Hey, Jenny," he said, later. They were in the bar where she’d read the runes, and Jenny was holding the velvet bag, idly playing with the stones inside. She didn't look so good, Angel thought.
"So, you've decided to leave?" she said.
"Huh. Yeah. You’re a mind reader too?"
"Not a very good one. Different skill set."
"Thanks," he said, instead of asking her one of the thousands of questions he didn't really want answered. "You know, for everything."
"You don't have to go, you know. You could stick around. I've been looking for an apprentice."
"Who, me?"
"Sure. You've got an open mind and an open heart. There's nothing I can teach you that's more important than that."
He thought about it for a minute, seriously. Fortune telling for a living--it wouldn't be so bad. Travelling around, meeting new people. it actually sounded pretty fun, and Jenny was nice, and different from any other girl he'd met if only in that she hadn't hit on him at all. But he shook his head. "No. Thanks. I think I have to go. Do...something."
He wasn't even sure he knew what, but he didn't think taking up with Jenny and letting her run his life was much better than letting Robin run his life. And when he thought about it, Andy, too. Andy had gotten him a place to stay, a job, an alarm clock so he would wake up in time for it. And before Andy, of course, his mother.
"I should be on my own for a while, maybe," he said.
Jenny nodded like she'd expected that and pulled a rune out of the bag. She pushed it into his palm. "Take that with you."
He looked at it. It was perth, the same rune he'd drawn before. "Is it a good luck charm, or something?"
"There's no such thing. You can't control luck like that. Any witch can make a lucky charm, but it's up to the owner whether the luck it brings is good or bad, and anyway, that's not either. It's just a reminder. And it's got my mobile number on the back. Call me if you get in trouble."
She put the bag of runes in her pack, kissed the top of his head, and walked out of the bar. Sticking him with the check, he noticed. He smiled and paid for their beers.
Kit bag slung over his shoulder, he walked out the door and down the street.
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Date: 2007-11-22 08:59 pm (UTC)Oh, this just gets better and better and better. The dreams! The hair! Finally an answer about the tag! And now I'm worried about loopholes, since it mentions nothing about harming things OTHER than flesh, and the Fair Folk can be such rules lawyers... *shiver*
Jenny continues to be awesome, I do hope we haven't seen the last of her. And Mariposa made me giggle, she seems to be shopping at the same places as Magrat.
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Date: 2007-11-23 04:42 pm (UTC)(Told'ja he hadn't taken off that neckchain and tag!)
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Date: 2007-11-22 09:02 pm (UTC)And the tag is awesome (and romantic in a weird sort of way).
LOL: "Nothing. It's for nothing. Circles are for keeping things out, not creating a sacred womanly space or whatever the hell it is she thinks she's doing."
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Date: 2007-11-22 09:10 pm (UTC)Still loving this story. ♥
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Date: 2007-11-22 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-22 11:22 pm (UTC)It's just a reminder. And it's got my mobile number on the back. Call me if you get in trouble."
Jenny is really wonderful. I love the changes in mood through this chapter. Angel's dreams are truly disturbing. The meaning of his charm, his hair disappearing - it all evokes the best/worst kind of wrong feeling.
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Date: 2007-11-23 01:29 am (UTC)Love Alberich's possessiveness. I think i'm starting to like him. Ha.
Flesh? Maybe that's why Eos' approaching Angel through his dreams? Ahh.. wait, they can harm his flesh through the dreams too.. That might be why they aren't doing anything. yet.
Love the fact that Angel always managed to find Eos easily in his dream. It shows a kind of power or control that Angel have.. (he doesn't really know how to control his dreaming but it shows a sign of power i guess..)
I miss Robin =x But i really don't mind reading about Angel at all, especially after this chapter. I can sense that something in Angel has changed.
Happy Thanksgiving! Thank you for this lovely chapter!
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Date: 2007-11-23 01:54 am (UTC)I am very proud actually that he's taking the first step.
Now waiting for the next chapter.. I hope Robin's in it! I do miss him.
Happy Thanksgiving!!
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Date: 2007-11-23 02:05 am (UTC)He looked down at his feet and saw the scuffed line of Mariposa's circle in the dirt.
...And this was absolutely fascinating. I love how the two worlds overlap. I can't wait to read more. ^_^
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Date: 2007-11-23 02:12 am (UTC)Oh man I am going to miss Jenny. Oh man the neopagans!!
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Date: 2007-11-23 07:02 am (UTC)i love the dream sequences so much!
can't wait for the rest!
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Date: 2007-11-23 12:17 pm (UTC)And, hahahahahaha, the neo-pagans :-)
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Date: 2007-11-23 01:15 pm (UTC)I think I've met Mariposa. I managed not to laugh at her (mainly because I wasn't drunk at teh time).
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Date: 2007-11-23 04:44 pm (UTC)Yes, exactly. But now that he knows what it says, he won't (I hope).
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Date: 2007-11-23 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-23 04:52 pm (UTC)Yes, I think I know some of those neo-Pagans! We were in the SCA with them ... .
I wonder what language the tag was in.
I'll add myself to the chorus of those who miss Robin. This latest twist puts me in sort of an empty place, because I truly don't know what to expect next, but it's not a bad empty place ... there's a sense of expectation that something tasty will come to fill it soon.
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Date: 2008-05-10 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 12:28 pm (UTC)That part were he falls asleep and sees eos and she cuts his hair and he wakes up with that section cut is so very freaky.
I hope that his destiny is good at least for now until he can put all the clues together before it's to late otherwise.