interlude, story fragment.

The thought that I made you blush

He was mending something, a torn sleeve on a jacket, and the lights hung over the table bluish white, brighter than candles. Meier practiced little things all the time, just to make certain it was real. Alex watched him from the corner of his eye.

"What makes you smile like that?" Meier asked, not even bothering to raise his eyes. He was trying to read a scroll held down with an inkwell and a belt while his hands moved almost of their own volition. Over and under, thread and needle, something he could have easily done with a spell but simpler to let old habits take their place.

"The thought that I made you blush," Alex replied, nearly laughing. He laid his pistol carefully away and allowed himself a grin even as Meier flushed again. An indignant retort held itself still on his lips, and instead he attempted to force the blood onwards through his veins and back into his heart.

"You'll grow up sooner or later," Alex continued.

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As I have completely given up hope of actually sleeping, I'm going to Metro now. At least this way I can perhaps get good free parking, and ingest some caffiene. There is no hope of sleep! I don't know why, I had a nice nightcap and a sound shagging. Wide, wide awake.

I wonder if I will see anyone I know at this ungodly hour in Metro.

delerium, break out the gin

Completely out of my mind on lack of sleep and many cups of coffee and lattes at Metro this morning. I read about half of The Winter King which I accidentally left in Cate's car, and played solitaire, talked on my phone, and convinced Rachel to come down and chitchat. By the time Cate picked me up on Guadalupe I was already half mad from being awake for so long. The insanity ebbed and flowed over the course of the day.

After a huge lunch, we went to try on dresses. All sorts of dresses from basic things to super pouf marshmallow affairs with giant trains. Seriously huge and funny dresses. Dresses that you could get lost for days in, much less try to walk around the room wearing. Who in the world wants to wear satin rosebuds on the ass? eh?

With Cate's eye and good shopping karma, we found our way to a store where I tried on a pretty cool dress. Then we found an even better dress. I now own said dress. I rock. Maybe now I can go to sleep.