007 - [written/action]
[Filtered from Leonid, just in case]
I must apologize to my students. Recent events have made finding time for lessons difficult. I believe I we will be able to continue this Saturday.
If there are any others who wish to learn swordsmanship, I am capable of taking four or five more students. Those with less experience will receive the bulk of my attention. Respond if you are interested.
[Later that night, well after most people should be asleep, Sigmund lays in bed doing something that might generously be called uneasy dozing. There's something that's been bothering him for a few nights now. A quiet whisper, a faint hint of perfume... once again, he tries to convince himself it's just his imagination. Stop being foolish, just go to sleep. With a growing feeling of unease, he rolls over and reaches for his pillow, so that he can pull it to him. He's tired, he's imagining things, it will all be gone in the morning... Except that under the pillow, his hand brushes against something cold and hard. His fingers curl around it, and he pulls out... a pendant - the size of his palm, startlingly familiar.
He isn't in bed for much longer. Tying his robe around his waist, he looks around, wondering where he can possibly get some sleep now. The floor? The couch in the sitting room? No... Tired, and a little disturbed, he settles himself at the very edge of Edward's bed, with his knees hanging off and above the covers. Edward will understand...]
I must apologize to my students. Recent events have made finding time for lessons difficult. I believe I we will be able to continue this Saturday.
If there are any others who wish to learn swordsmanship, I am capable of taking four or five more students. Those with less experience will receive the bulk of my attention. Respond if you are interested.
[Later that night, well after most people should be asleep, Sigmund lays in bed doing something that might generously be called uneasy dozing. There's something that's been bothering him for a few nights now. A quiet whisper, a faint hint of perfume... once again, he tries to convince himself it's just his imagination. Stop being foolish, just go to sleep. With a growing feeling of unease, he rolls over and reaches for his pillow, so that he can pull it to him. He's tired, he's imagining things, it will all be gone in the morning... Except that under the pillow, his hand brushes against something cold and hard. His fingers curl around it, and he pulls out... a pendant - the size of his palm, startlingly familiar.
He isn't in bed for much longer. Tying his robe around his waist, he looks around, wondering where he can possibly get some sleep now. The floor? The couch in the sitting room? No... Tired, and a little disturbed, he settles himself at the very edge of Edward's bed, with his knees hanging off and above the covers. Edward will understand...]