There's a Weyland in the forge today, and for the first time in a long time he's out of uniform--no, today he's serving rural Minnesota realness in jeans and a plaid flannel shirt ( Read more... )

Weyland is still in his uniform (WWI, Imperial German airman)(and is going to stay Captain Adler until he is good and ready to move on to a new identity, not that just changing one's name is a very effective disguise or anything) and is absently working on some airplane schematics as he loiters behind the bar tonight.

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Tainted Heart
Cold ( Read more... )

It is evening, and Weyland is outside letting his two horses walk around in the area near the forge. None of the participants is quite as meets the eye: Weyland, still in his airman's uniform (Imperial German, WWI) passing himself off as human; the magnificent black horse Hrimfaxa, the last of the fae horses of his world, being passed off as an ( Read more... )

Hermione sits at the bar tonight with a mug of butterbeer and a book (Hogwarts, a History, the revised edition). It's been open to the same page for almost half an hour now, and her drink has likely gone woefully flat.

All of it had been meant to work as something of a distraction from ... well, everything else happening in her life ( Read more... )

So Weyland, being stuck in the bar after the apparent destruction of his world, is doing exactly what he and Melpomene had discussed: forging a new identity by returning to an old identity, and attempting to pass himself off as human again ( Read more... )

[OOM: In the land of the fire giants, Skaði shows that even goddesses can get drunk and say things they may regret later; meanwhile, a mystery appears. Small warning for, besides the drinking, a couple references to offscreen lesbian action; and for those following Weyland's story, the time machine resurfaces.Skaði is still annoyed, and still very ( Read more... )

Melpomene is slouched in a corner chair with a good vantage point, gazing across the bar every so often, before she looks back down at her poetry tome.

In one hand, she cups a golden glass of Atlantean. With the other, she taps the arm of her chair (clearly more impatient than her dark eyes reveal).

You might want to tell her that the book she's ( Read more... )

[OOM: Long ago, Weyland tried to destroy the world in ice. Now he succeeds in fire... by accident. Warnings for, between the main OOM and those linked from it, violence, including torture, murder and abuse of the dead; loving depiction of self-injury; and a couple of tame but vaguely deviant sexual acts. You know, the usual for Weyland.Mercifully ( Read more... )

Back from an extended stay at Demeter's house in Provence with Boo and Bill, Kate's sitting at the bar tonight, a glass of iced coffee near one elbow and a wooden box in front of her.

The box is beautiful in its simplicity, as is the watch housed inside.

Smiling to herself (and more than a little awed at Weyland's skill, because it's everything ( Read more... )

There's a story that some great artist, way back, was asked by some king or whomever to give an example to prove his skill, and the artist had simply painted a quick, perfect circle on a canvas and sent it back to the king: it takes a lot of talent to do seemingly simple things so effortlessly ( Read more... )