Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion, hiding somewhere in the night

[jaeresteade]

Sunday, February 7th, day 252
Wee hours of the morning
Whitechapel inn, upstairs

This is why I hate weekends. I’m told that people in other lines of work actually enjoy them, use them to go out and generally have the good time they can’t other nights, when they have to get up and work in the morning. The difficulty I have with this is that the places

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[regularblack]

The sound of a man's tread on the landing wakes me from the half doze. I rub my eyes and sit up, suppressing a yawn. After I left the bar I checked on my horse, tipped the stable boy to brush her down and collected a pair of bottles. It was cold and clear outside, and I don't feel bad about not going home.

I left the bottles on the table, just about the only thing in this bare room. Whatever secrets the man has, I didn't go looking for it. Instead I just took off my boots and laid down on top of the blanket to nap a bit.

"Didn't sound like you had to send for the sheriff, must have been a quiet night."

[jaeresteade]

Well, he got up to meet me. Didn’t have to do that. Looks like he might have been asleep but he’s up quick, for all that. I set the mugs down on the room’s small table and bend to light the lamp. Everything’s still in its place, not that there was much to disturb. He’s taken his boots off, but nothing else. I kind of wish he had. He looks even better in the lamplight than he did in the bar downstairs. “Quiet for this place,” I tell him, and sit down to take off my own socks and boots. “Still a damn long night

[regularblack]

Ever so faintly, I can see the steam off the top of the mugs. Whatever it is smells like something out of the pastry shop. I pick up the second mug and hold it between both hands as I watch the bartender strip down in a flash. It's almost a challenge, the way he does it and it has me thinking that I'm behind in the race. I'll undress while he's gone then. Thank my lucky stars I washed up this morning, in the freezing cold water at the farm since the heater doesn't work terribly well

[jaeresteade]

I think about the look in his eyes all the way to the bathroom. It’s been awhile since anyone looked at me like that, and in those eyes it makes me feel a little less tired going down the hall than I did coming up it. Normally I would take my good sweet time washing up. Plentiful, clean, hot water is still something I can’t take for granted. Not tonight, though, when I’ve got something considerably hotter waiting for me in bed