Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads

[a_cheval]

Evening, the libraryFair to say my estimation of Miss O'Hara from the stores ain't been higher. She done something good getting folk together to find out stuff about gods, even if it's just a start. Did wonder if Boku'd say more, but it seems like he's thinking on it and I reckon I got a lot in my head as needs thinking on too. Lately I ain't

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[bakeneko_excolo]

Once we reach the attic, I am glad for Neko's incessant tidying and rearrangement. Instead of haphazard clutter, there are little clusters and arrangements of items. Cozy corners draped in pillows and cloth, for sizes from the cat to the monster. In one such corner, just Neko's size, a shelf holds a few flowers from a sunny day with Fiona and a birthday card.

In my corner, there are the maps and paperwork, but also a few long swaths of silk and linen over pillows. I take a seat and look up as he speaks, "What d'you reckon 'bout that stuff 'bout magic, then?" I try and think to what he is referring to, then I remember when Kate up mortals performing magic at the meeting. "I think humans have always had the capability, I was created from such magic. I think the forces that are drawing so many powers here are accelerating that into a greater force, however. This can be for good or ill," I nod at that toward my map upon the wall. Blue and red dots surround Excolo in a tightening spiral.

[a_cheval]

Bit different up here since I been last, sorta neater, I guess, and I spot the card I give Neko on this little shelf and don't that make me all pleased. She's real sweet, all serious like, and I duck my head a bit thinking she kept it, or- he- they kept it, or... "I think humans have always had the capability, I was created from such magic." I know he reckons that 'bout folks, and I guess it's true, but I dunno... "Sure," I say, "but it seems like that's... that's fine for everyone at once, but then I think of just... folk on their own, individuals, and I can't think who. 'Cept once Miss Hermia told me she was learning magic. But Miss Hermia ain't a witch, is she?"

He nods to the map on the wall - seems like there's more maps now - and I go over and look at it, all these little dots clustering in round Excolo. Makes me feel like I want to look out the window and see if I can see 'em there, they got such a feeling of- of realness to 'em. "I think the forces that are drawing so many powers here are accelerating that into a

[bakeneko_excolo]

"Sure, but it seems like that's... that's fine for everyone at once, but then I think of just... folk on their own, individuals, and I can't think who. 'Cept once Miss Hermia told me she was learning magic. But Miss Hermia ain't a witch, is she?"

I pause and try and parse what he means. If Hermia is learning magic, it could be witchcraft, but I feel there is a bigger question here. "What do you mean by witch? I am afraid the translation of witch, wizard, warlock, shaman and priest can all be very different in both languages and cultures." He continues then, "I don't like the thought of folks doing magic. It don't seem right at all."I sit and look carefully at him a moment, but I can only tell him as I think, "I have always felt that magic was a tool. Like a kitchen knife, or a sword. They can be used to make dinner, protect a family, or kill someone. It is the acts that always mattered to me, not the tools." My eyes return to all of the red dots among the blue, "I am afraid we shall need as many tools as we have available. It is

[a_cheval]

"Well, just... a witch, I dunno." Rub my hand through my hair and wrinkle my nose a bit. All I can think of is how folk were back in Dry Run When Elise and her sister done them spells over boys they liked and folk wanted 'em kicked out of town for talking to the devil. I'll have to think on that, I reckon. "I have always felt that magic was a tool. Like a kitchen knife, or a sword. They can be used to make dinner, protect a family, or kill someone. It is the acts that always mattered to me, not the tools."

Well, sure, there's plenty of stuff I'd do that Samuel'd say was bad (not like that) if I reckoned it'd be for something good in the end, so I guess he's right. But still, it feels like cheating, almost, like if you're going to fight against something, you'd better fight being you and not pretending to be it, else you're both as bad as each other. "I am afraid we shall need as many tools as we have available. It is getting worse." Seeing him worried makes me afraid, a bit, and I just nod sorta quiet like and lick my bottom

[bakeneko_excolo]

We sit there and I barely blink at the look in his eyes. Why does he look so? Sometimes I want to barricade out the world and talk to Luke until I know everything about him. "What was your favourite place?"

I look down at the atlas and try and find another answer than right here in Excolo, where I met him. "There is an orchard in Japan, full of cherries and peaches. In the spring the blossoms would watch over poetry and in the summer you can taste the fruit on the wind." I wish I could show him instead of offering words. I turn so my head is upon his lap and smile up at him, "And yours?"

[a_cheval]

"There is an orchard in Japan, full of cherries and peaches." I'm pretty sure a person shouldn't blush soon as they hear the word peaches. And he's moving then so his heads in my lap and I grin down at him and push my fingers into his hair. 's real nice, all long and soft and no, I ain't been thinking 'bout it or nothing, just noticing cause I happen to be touching it, which is fine. Anyone would. "In the spring the blossoms would watch over poetry and in the summer you can taste the fruit on the wind."

Makes me think of him saying that poem to me at Miss Hermia's party, and I bite my lip and my hand sorta curls up against the side of his neck. "Wish I could see it. Sounds real nice. Maybe I'll take you down to one of the farms near the road they got a good peach orchard." Want to lean down and do what I did that first day and lick the corner of his mouth, and I'm looking at it, only he's talking then and it's rude not to pay attention. "And yours?""I like it here," I say, even if it makes me blush loads. "Not just up here

[bakeneko_excolo]

I reach up trace his cheek until I reach the indent of his dimple. It is possibly foolish to be so attracted to a blush. "I like it here right now very much." Placing my hand upon the back of his neck, I pull him down. Just before our lips touch, I breath in his scent and then reach out to taste him just slightly. Quick trace of my tongue along his lower lip.

[a_cheval]

His hand's real warm on the back of my neck, and I let him tug me down, shifting a bit so's I can bend over him until his mouth's up against mine, and then he's licking my mouth and I gasp and cup underneath his chin. Sorta weird kissing someone all upside down, but it works, fuck it works, and I fall right into it and slide my tongue up against his and into his mouth, and my hand slides down onto his chest. Feel his heart beating under it, sorta hard, and that's probably cause of me, ain't it? Sorta breathless when I pull back, but I don't pull back a whole lot, cause I like feeling his lips sorta nudging up against mine, and I stroke my hands down from his shoulders onto his chest and smile a bit, even if he probably can't even see it.