(OOM: It has been ten years.
To the day.
And here's something the fable left out:
That urn also counts to the second.The front door is flung open and someone enters at a near run - someone with a leather trenchcoat and entirely too much jewelry and a thing for classy leather shoes
(
Read more... )
Comments 127
The white-haired woman in maroon leather appears amused, at the least.
"Perhaps they've gotten to your legs too. That would be something to see!"
Reply
"Are people often fooled by that?" He finally asks, because he honestly does forget, sometimes, what normal humans see.
Reply
"Are people easily fooled, he asks. That is the sound of one who has not met many people!"
To be fair, it works better when she's the crazy old woman who lives in a swamp.
But this way is funnier.
Reply
"Say rather someone who still has an open mind, madam." His tone is a few degrees more respectful, if only in that crazy old man's memory.
Reply
Dusty tome open behind her, Rae is perched on the edge of the table in the kitchen, gently moving her hand to keep containers of dried rosemary, sage, thyme and parsley quietly turning about one another in mid-air. Warm smells of cinnamon and sugar and dough are coming from the oven, while a tray of Sunshine's Eschatology cools on a wire rack by the window.
Reply
It's a miracle he isn't drooling as he pauses in the doorway, watching her.
Reply
Reply
Actually, he's not just eying one treat. He's pretty sure he could put away a tray of them with very little trouble.
Ten years. Think about it.
Reply
Leave a comment