I woke up from my nap earlier, and he was gone. *rubs the back of his neck, trying to keep the tears at bay* It's for good this time. He took Deacon, and I've lost him. Really lost him. He left me a note. He isn't coming back ( Read more... )

*stands at the window, watching Hayden play outside with Deacon*

Hayds is, well, he's not as happy as I want him to be. And I know it isn't my fault, so someone has to be to blame ( Read more... )

*lies in his bed, naked and covered to the neck in a blanket, talking to the police officer from Whitehall that he sent a messenger for that morning, wanting to wrap this up quickly, since he knows Hayden will be back from the blacksmith shop soon - where he sent him to tell Clive to keep an eye on the shop*

Yes, Sir. I am absolutely positive that ( Read more... )

*is standing on the sidewalk outside the house Tove rented for himself and Hayden ( Read more... )

I have my brother back. God, I can't believe this. Tove is here.

We've always been closer than brothers usually are. He's done everything for me. He's always done everything for me, and he was the one thing I really, really missed in 2005. Finding him was incredible. He's even gone to get Deacon for me ( Read more... )

*walks around the townhouse he just rented in Cheapside, smiling to himself*

I've got Hayds back.

*runs his hand over the staircase rails, then picks up that day's paper, which is lying on the bottom step, laughing when the following headline catches his eye*

Baronet Alamein to tour the continent
Viscount Alamein announced Monday that his ( Read more... )

I've been standing outside this fucking house for hours.

I knocked on the door last night, and Jude fucking Law called the cops on me and had me dragged the fuck away. Ok, so maybe I was a little out of sorts, but fuck, I'd JUST found out Hayds was here. HERE, in 1811. So, I came back this morning, but Hayds hasn't stepped outside yet. Not all ( Read more... )

*is puttering around the shop, cleaning up a little, since he and Clive have caught up on all the outstanding work orders*

Things at the shop are going really great.

We have a steady number of orders, but now that Clive has remembered how to do things, we're staying on top of things. A lot of the people we do things for pay us in things - like ( Read more... )

*walks along the dock, wishing he had a decent cup of coffee*

So, things turned out a whole fucking lot better than I expected with my apprentice. Turns out that he's an alcoholic amnesiac, so he doesn't remember anything about anything ( Read more... )

So, after waking up in 1811 for a few days in a row and doing nothing but wandering the streets in search of answers to questions I can't even begin to ask anyone here, I've decided that there's only one more place to look. Or rather, one more place to look again ( Read more... )