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[brigdh]

Bloody fucking hell, why is it so cold in this coffeeshop? I'm as far from the door as you can get, and I'm still huddling into my coat and wearing gloves. This is Not Allowed. And normally it's warmer here than it is at home, so that's not encouraging. And it was cold in class today, and it's freezing outside, and weather! Stop it. It was cute for a while, but now the time is over. The low is 13 today. If that was in Celius, it might almost be acceptable.

Huh. Apparently I'm not going to that bar-thing. Ah, well. Making Alec and Richard have sex is more interesting than talking to strangers anyway.

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[rm.livejournal.com]

well, I vote for that.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Heh, yeah. Certainly no question of which choice is more interesting for people other than me. And only if Alec's dialouge wasn't so freaking insane to write, I might get them to start doing things.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Well, considering he is insane.... I mean...

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ha! Yes. He takes, like, twice the effort of anyone else: first I have to figure out what he's feeling, and then I have to figure out what he would actually say about it, which are often the opposite.

[madcampion.livejournal.com]

::lol:: so true!

[seraphim-12.livejournal.com]

haha, it's 13? Over here it's -30, without wind chill. I'd kill for 13, XD! Alec and Richard having sex is way better than bars and ppl and stuff, ^_^

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ! -30? I didn't know it could get that cold and humans could still inhabit the area. Can you even go outside when it's like that?

[seraphim-12.livejournal.com]

haha, why yes you can! It's normal kind of weather for Canada! You just have to dress warmly and wear nice toasty boots, ^_^. Plus it's -30 without windchill, i don't really wanna think about what it is with the windchill factor.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Dude. Remind me never to move to Canada. Y'all must be tougher than me; I don't think I could take that kind of cold.

[seraphim-12.livejournal.com]

hehe, move to B.C. then, XD. B.C. I think has the mildest weather in Canada, I wish I was there. Instead I'm stuck here in Ottawa with our horrid cold.

U know I was actually ecstatically happy and did a little dance in our backyard when there was finally 2 feet of snow! Were a bit nuts up here.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ha! Man, silly you. I would weep to welcome the arrival of two feet of snow. Not that we've even got two inches here all winter, but still.

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

It's 46 here and I'm cold. :D; So I definitely don't envy you the 13.

Who needs strangers when you have porn?

Also, unrelated, but I'm probably going to try to fly in either Friday evening or early morning Saturday first weekend in March (2/3) and leave on Sunday. Is it still cool for me to crash your place?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, I think I almost died walking home. I couldn't feel my fingers for several minutes after getting in.

Whooo, porn!

Yep! Is your friend still coming, too?

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

Yep. ^^ I'll have to ask her when she plans to come in.

Do you like the Scissor Sisters? Tbat's the concert we're going to and I don't think it's sold out yet.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Cool.

Eheh, not really, sorry. I never got into them. Thank you for the invitation, though!

[b-hallward.livejournal.com]

Bitching about the cold when it'll be 13 degrees isn't bitching: it's survival instincts kicking in.

Making Alec and Richard have sex is more interesting than talking to strangers anyway.

I'm trying to think of a universe where this wouldn't be true. In, like, a really self-evident way. *g*

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ah, Dorian. I can always count on you to appreciate the utter abomination that is winter.

Porn vs strangers really is no competition. And have you read Swordspoint, or is this my cue to attempt to talk you into trying it? Just because I tell everyone they'd like doesn't mean it's not true.

[b-hallward.livejournal.com]

I haven't, which given the percentage of my flist that you have converted is making me feel all culturally illiterate. ^^ But I worry: the prose aren't, uh, florid, are they? I've had some scarring experiences with the genre and it's made me twitchy.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I aim to convert everyone! I'm surprised by how many I've convinced to read it, if not write stories for it; who knew I was so influential?

I don't think so; the writing's very pretty, but I wouldn't call it florid. But taste is so personal. Let me quote some at you, and you can see what you think. This scene is short, has no spoilers, and, I think, works fine without knowing anything else. Having typed it out, man, Richard here is way sweeter than he does overall. I promise that he is actually just as insane as Alec. But their never talking about the severe emotional issues going on is completely typical.

***

Alec was mending a sock. His hands were bathed with the grey light from the window, and his stitches were tiny and careful.

"You should let Marie do that," Richard said, hiding his surprise.

"It's a skill I learned at University. I don't want to lose it. I might need to earn a living some day."

Richard laughed. "As a tailor? Look, get yourself some new socks; get yourself ten pairs, get them in silk. I've just been paid for the Lynch job. We're going to be very comfortable, as long as it lasts."

"Good," Alec grumbled. "We need more candles."

"Beeswax," said Richard giddily, "of course. The best there is. Look, I've been shopping uptown." He took out a brown paper parcel and held it out to Alec. "A present. For you."

"What is it?" Alec made no move to take it.

"Well, it's a book," Richard said, still holding it. "I thought you might like it."

Alec's eyes widened; then he converted the expression into a raising of the eyebrows. He fussed with the sock. "You idiot," he said softly.

"Well, you've only got the three you brought with you. And they're almost worn out. I thought you might like something new." Feeling a little awkward, he began undoing the brown paper himself. It released the rich smell of leather. The binding alone, Richard thought, was worth the price: burgundy leather with gold tooling, gilt-edged pages; the book was as beautiful as a rug or a painting.

Alec's arm shout out; his hand closed on the book. "Feldman's!" he gasped. "You got this at Feldman's!"

"Well, yes. He's supposed to be good."

"Good..." Alec said in strangled tones. "Richard, it's... he's... they're wall decorations for noblemen's libraries. He sells them by the inch: 'Do you have Birdbrain in red leather?' 'No, sir, but I have him in green.' 'Oh, no, that won't go with the rug.' 'Well, sir, I do have this lovely work on the mating habits of chickens in red. It's about the same size.' 'Oh, good, I'll take that one.'"

Richard laughed. "Well, it is beautiful."

"Very," Alec said dryly. "You could wear it to Chapel. I don't suppose you know what it's about?"

"Natural philosophy," he responded promptly, "whatever that is. The man said you might like it. He seemed to know what he was talking about. I could have got you The Wicked Uncle, or, True Love Rewarded or The Merry Huntsman's Guide to Autumn Deer Droppings. But he said this was what everyone was reading now."

"Everyone where?" Alec's voice was stiff, the Hill accent pronounced.

"At University."

Alec went to the window, placing his long palm against the cold glass. "And you thought I would be interested."

"I thought you might be. I told him you went there, to the University."

"But not that I'd left."

"It was none of his business. I had to tell him something; when he thought it was for me he tried to sell me a book of pornographic woodcuts."

"At least they would have been of some use to you," Alec said acidly. "On the Causes of Nature- the new translation. They've just lifted the ban on it after fifteen years. Have you any idea- no, of course you haven't."

With a languid motion he turned from the window. The glass was freshly streaked with blood. His palm was scored with the mark of the darning needle.

Richard's breath caught. But he had faced dangerous opponents before. "Come on," he said; "let's go down to Rosalie's and pay off all our debts. I've been drinking on credit for the past six weeks. You can bet gold against Greasepole Mazarene; he'll have hysterics."

"That will be pleasant," Alec remarked, and went off to collect his cloak and gloves.

***

[b-hallward.livejournal.com]

Wait, this wouldn't have court elements, would it? Because my kink for royal(ish) courts -- intrigue, the theater of power, how much it would in fact suck to live in one -- is embarrassingly vast. I'm intrigued enough to try it anyway, because how can you not love prickly characters, but still I have a vague impression that aristocracy and politics are involved. Which would rock.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I wouldn't quite call it court- there's a lot of very early Modern politics, parliamentary type stuff, though it's still heavily involved with a nobility and backstabbing and gossip and deals that go through bedrooms or assassins instead of official channels. It wasn't close enough to hit my court kink (because I totally also have one), but threewalls said that the politics particularly intrigued her.

Though, heh, "how much it would in fact suck to live in one", yeah, that's in there.

Dude, Alec is like the definition of prickly character. He's sarcastic and haughty and cagey and ruthless and self-destructive and neurotic and smart and I love him so much. He is completely a bastard and takes such joy in being so. Richard, on the other hand, comes off as quiet, self-contained, polite; a little too distant, maybe, but someone who strikes most people as very likeable. And yet he has this deep, utter detachment and a capacity for immense, if very controlled, violence.

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

Wait, this wouldn't have court elements, would it?

You poor girl, you've just put yourself on the list for Meine Liebe, which I am in the process of inflicting on everyone I think will sit still for any of it. My kink for royal(ish) courts is a match for anyone's, if not more so, and the damned thing might have been designed to go straight for that set of emotional buttons. I know you're mostly off with Supernatural right now, but I don't care. I have a DVD burner and I am not afraid to use it.

I'm making the Fashion Girls watch it right now -- that is, I made them watch the first episode, and rather to my relief they've been powering through it at a rate of a couple of episodes a night ever since. So at least it isn't just me.

[b-hallward.livejournal.com]

Court, you say? You could probably sell me on that. Okay, if it's actually set in a court, you will almost assuredly be able to tempt me into trying it. I'm assuming there are pretty, slashy characters, of whom at least some are interesting. And it's not endlessly long.

...Still, I'd hate to have you go to that much trouble when right now I'm too busy to be able to say with complete confidence that I'd have time to watch it. That's not an elaborately polite form of not interested, just the unfortunate state of affairs.

And speaking of pimping, Supernatural is getting even better in season two -- have you tried any yet? *poke* Because you should. *pokepoke*

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

There are pretty, slashable characters. And there's a king who actually rules as well as reigns. And scheming relatives of said king. And -- I'd go on, but I suspect that I'm going to write up a Great Big Pimping Post sometime soon, so you'll have a better chance of judging for yourself than if I rattled on here.

I normally wouldn't have started jumping up and down at you about it, given the limitations on your time and my knowledge of your other current obsessions. But there's a reason the damn thing hit all of my buttons, and if you're as susceptible to the courts and intrigue thing as I am, it's possible that you'd be sorry to have missed it. No more than possible, but there's not enough in the world that hits that particular kink for me. So I get enthusiastic about the prospect of spreading the love.

I would be watching Supernatural if I weren't on the road. I can't download from where I am, having neither sufficient line speed nor sufficient drive capacity. But as soon as I'm home again, I'm good to go.

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

. . . and that would be why I am not suggesting that we meet today and go for a long walk in the brilliant sunlight. I gather that it's supposed to be warmer into the weekend and next week.

And of course you wouldn't have wanted to go to the bar thing. Not only are you using your time in a way all of us will appreciate more, but going to a bar thing means walking home at night when it's much, much chillier. If the universe had wanted you to go talk to strangers rather than entertain us, it could have arranged its weather patterns accordingly.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

That sunshine is deceptive. It looks so nice and bright, out of a window, but I've stepped out into it, and it is shockingly cold, and so windy that I almost lost a scarf I had tied in my hair when it blew free. But at least you're right, and it isn't supposed to last past today.

Not that I'd been planning to go home and change anyway, but it also doesn't help that the best bar clothes are generally the worst extreme winter weather clothes. I don't have the dedication to fashion that allows some people to walk around in miniskirts when it's below freezing.

[chthonicsiren.livejournal.com]

Cold weather is horrible.

PS. Did you get my phone call? :>