Sep 25, 2008 15:29
[The dark of Tuesday morning, July 28 (day 58)]
[Iago's suite]
Walked home, after the day slipped away to darkness around the graveyard. The rain came and went in slow cycles, and then came and stayed. Thin and soft and cold, and really not heavy at all, but I'm still near to soaked by the time I get home. Apartment's dark and empty, and I don't bother turning on lights, only settle into a hot bath and wake there once the water's gone tepid and the day's slipped over into Tuesday. Three days now until the end of the month.
I've no mind for what I'm going to do. Wish I could've spoken to him afore going to work, or not going to work. 'm missing the Apothecary already, and the books Bluebeard keeps there. Might be something to match them in the library.
Rain's still coming down in the night, blue and violet and slate grey. I get dressed again, and I'm standing at the window with my forehead pressed to the cool glass thinking I should either go down to the Miskatonic or make peppermint tea here when I hear the key in the lock behind me, and all of me knots up again.
[Open to Iago]
[Warning AdultContent OhTheSurprise IThinkIWillFallOverAndDieFromNotSurprise]
[Closed]
iago,
glass,
!adult content: sex