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May 09, 2011 23:09

The provincial life was beginning to agree with me. Almost. No matter how much the heat tricked my mind into thinking the wine tolerable or the living conditions adequate, I remained a city boy. Not a day went by that I didn't bemoan my fate to Cicero, who, in a birdish sort of way, seemed to be getting annoyed by my complaints. After all, it ( Read more... )

guy burgess, karen brockman, camilla macaulay, anatoly sergievsky, luke castellan, marcus didius falco, item post, rory williams, gabrielle

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whoneedsadream May 11 2011, 00:11:02 UTC
The statue was beautiful, Anatoly had to admit. He didn't have much of an eye for art, it was true, but even he could see there was something special about this piece. Whoever the sitter had been, she must have been someone of immense personality.

"A gift from the island?" Anatoly asked softly. "Or did you make this?"

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mdidiusfalco May 11 2011, 02:20:40 UTC
I laughed, unconsciously reaching out to touch the bronze before drawing my hand back. It was just a statue of my wife, that was all. Just a statue. "Are you joking? I couldn't make something like that if my life depended on it."

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whoneedsadream May 12 2011, 22:56:52 UTC
"It is breath-taking," Anatoly murmured. "I don't think I have seen anything like this before. Did you commission it?"

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mdidiusfalco May 13 2011, 02:10:46 UTC
A short laugh escaped before I could stop it. "Juno, no! I couldn't afford something like that even if I saved all my earnings for the next half-decade or so."

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whoneedsadream May 14 2011, 16:51:56 UTC
"Who is it of?" Ahatoly asked softly, wondering if he was treading on uncomfortable ground for Falco. He didn't want to push but he was genuinely curious about the statue and the importance it must have had for the island to bring it here.

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mdidiusfalco May 16 2011, 01:40:41 UTC
"Helena Justina," I replied, saying the words as if they were some sort of incantation that might call her up before me. If only that were the case. "My wife."

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whoneedsadream May 18 2011, 00:24:01 UTC
Despite himself, Anatoly flinched and looked away for a moment, idly fidgeting with the ring on his left hand. Marriage had been a mistake for him and he sometimes found it hard to forget that it wasn't the same case for everyone.

"Your wife," he echoed softly. "She must be quite a woman."

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mdidiusfalco May 19 2011, 02:43:50 UTC
"She is. Strong, intelligent, beautiful, stubborn as a mule, adventurous, brave, one hell of a dresser... You know, I've never seen her back down from anything. The Emperor, barbarians, my mother, nature, anything. She almost always knows exactly what to do." Unlike me. I had been away for months and for most of it I had been fine, but at that moment I would have given everything I had to go home again.

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whoneedsadream May 21 2011, 00:16:00 UTC
"She reminds me of someone I knew," Anatoly said quietly, thinking of Florence. She had been all of those things and it was not her fault they had been pulled apart. Some things were beyond control, after all. "I don't know what I would have done without her."

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mdidiusfalco May 24 2011, 02:36:58 UTC
I nodded. When you had experience with women like Helena and his nameless love you knew that sometimes trying to bring words into it was pointless. Women like that didn't need words, you understood anyway.

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