Thanksgivinging.

[kiya]

Was good. Had very good food in quantity and ate it massively slowly. Spent time in good company. Had my back rubbed a lot. Not coherent or having much to say.

Favorite line of the evening, from when various people were observing a game of Twister in which teinedreugan was involved, asked of me: "May I grope him?"

Horrible headache much of the day, treated with booze for a while until I got home at which point I cured it with caffeine. Love them physical addictions.

Previous total for November: 16,860 words.
Today's total: 619.
Total total: 17,479.

Had a bit of the scene I wrote today stuck in my head all day and was away from the computer for most of it. Got it all written down, though. Actually, I think I'll copy over the bit that was driving me bug, so the people I was bunnypuppying at about it might understand why I was being so whiney. The images! Strong! In my head! All the dialogue!


I tried to put a context bit in here, but I couldn't get anything that makes much sense. The scene is the private chapel on the grounds of the compound of a noble family; Tiev is a member of that family by birth, Mikel by strongly contested recent adoption. Both characters are devout (Tiev is training to be a priest) and tend to spend a lot of time lurking near religious statuary when they can.

The Founder's statue in the center of the room stood over a low ring of candles, which flickered slightly in the draft from the opened door. Tiev closed it carefully, noting as he did so that he was not alone.


"Cousin," said the tall man, the man with the long golden braid, as he lit another candle and set it at Alvari's feet.


"Cousin," said Tiev, a little more stiltedly. After a moment he asked, "Are all these yours?"


"The candles?" The man lit another from the one he had just set down. "Yes."


"How many prayers do you have?"


"How many prayers, a son for his father's soul?"


Tiev remembered the sallow, sunken face so similar to the one of the man he had just called cousin, and fought down a shiver. "He is dead for certain?"


The Vincetti looked up, face, for a moment, shadowed with the harsh coldness that Tiev rememered so well from their first meeting, a coldness that vanished into mourning immediately afterwards. "Yes."


"You know this?"


"I did it." He lit another candle. "How many prayers, a parricide for his own soul?"


Tiev took a moment to remember to close his mouth; he heard the clack of his teeth quite clearly in the silence. He struggled mightily to find words, to find a line of scripture he could recite, and rammed his hands into his pockets so as not to visibly fidget with them.


"And is that burden changed by knowledge that it was an act of mercy?" He lit several more candles and set them at the statue's feet. "If you're looking for Jaci, she's upstairs by the library."


Tievir found his voice long enough to say, "Thank you, cousin," and departed, knowing that in that departure, he fled.

Don't know if that makes sense outside the context of the whole story. Oh well. I'm pleased with the melodrama. I think between this and their first encounter (as opposed to the time they were in the same place after Mikel had been stabbed in the back), Tiev is terrified of the fellow. Poor guy.

Huh. Song's oddly appropriate to Mikel's state of mind.

Comments

There is an idea!

[suzanne.livejournal.com]

Can I grope Kevin too? Please?

suzi, missing him

Re: There is an idea!

[kiya]

I certainly don't mind. :)