||event|| Deus ex Machina, but without the box

[rowan_narrators]

Over the next few days, you may notice slightly odd things happening in Jhelbor. Sometimes you think you see wild colors in the corner of your eye, only to turn and see nothing. Sometimes rooms will be clearly illuminated at night without candles or sorcery. And if you're observant, there are a lot of small spiders scuttling around in the corners

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[tenuefarfalla]

Cho reactivated the light when it went out and brought it closer to her work. Her carefully drawn lines and even spacing and perfect columns. Right, time to start. She began filling in the very top row with the given variables, and grew dismayed as she watched the ink bleed out in an uneven line. No one else would notice. No one else would care. Everyone else was used to it, but she saw, and it bothered her. It bothered her every time she sat down to write something. Just like every other time, her mind wandered to a polished wooden box, and the pen inside it

[rowan_gods]

A soft thunk sounded beside her, as if she had accidentally knocked something off her workspace and onto the floor. Even though of course she hadn't; her writing area was just lovely, really, all clear and neat.

[tenuefarfalla]

Cho stopped moving and held her breath in the silence. Had she woken Kale up? She wasn't sure how she could have. SHe was being so quiet, and her new guest room was even further from the main room than Ianto's had been. No, there was no more noise. Then what had

[tenuefarfalla]

The best way to test this was to try it again, right? What had she been doing? Cho sat up straighter, took her old pen in her hand, and placed her hand on the paper of her journal. Sitting just like this, and... she'd thought about the pen, without even meaning to.

Cho took a breath, cleared her mind, and (still trying to keep the focus on the work) thought of her laptop, of how much easier all this would be with the proper software. She thought of the softly rounded edges, the glowing silhouette of an apple on the back of the screen, even the power cord snaking out of the machine and into the wall. She thought of her programs and her personal files, and more than all the other thoughts, she wanted it.

[not_even_dreams]

Sam spends a lot of time these days sitting facing the window of the place that used to be David's, staring out with his shaman's eyes open. Watching the auras walk by. Taking notes.

It's just another method of withdrawal. Find a cause and throw yourself into it with everything you have. Guy had been his cause. Then Guy had become David, and David couldn't stay, and both of them are now far away from Sam, who is expected not to do a thing about it. Fuck that, he'd wanted to say, except he couldn't. It was his new charge in the Cause of Guy: Sit. Stay. Good boy

[mutestronaut]

flicker of blue

It's just a shifting flare of color in the corner of his eye, probably just a trick of the light, but if Sam turns to look at it -

And there's Guy, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, smirking like the devil and softly glowing a color Sam had never seen before coming to Rowan.

[not_even_dreams]

Sam turns his head and lets out a noise somewhere between a yelp and a squeak, nearly starting right out of his chair. He hadn't heard the door open. Would have seen it open, from where he was sitting.

Then there's that aura. Not him. Guy's aura is green, the colour of a witch. If he hadn't been able to see the difference, Sam would have sworn it was him.

Still, the first word out of his mouth after he swallows back his surprise is: "...David?"

[mutestronaut]

Guy stalks toward Sam until he's right in front of him. He reaches out and places one hand firmly on Sam's chest, his thumb aligned with Sam's sternum and his fingers and palm splayed to the left, covering Sam's heart. It is an inescapably possessive gesture.

Guy stares at him, sill grinning wickedly, his eyes filled with that same glimmering hue.