Conrad had forgotten what it was like living next to his double. And his double when his double had Yozak over. It wasn’t that he was a prude but SHINOU! Couldn’t they be a little quieter for the people in the next room trying to sleep!? At least Wolfy was a deep sleeper, but he couldn’t stand it ( Read more... )

Alford wished him sweet dreams. It must have jinxed him.

This dream is not unfamiliar, or unexpected. With the anniversary of his little brother’s death so close, he knew it would show up eventually.

( Warning, violence. )

Just when it seems like all the double that are going to appear are here, another shows up. Lovely.

Tired of company for the day, he’s holed out in his room, writing idly on a piece of paper. He’s got a uniform now, but how could he get his hands on a weapon without anyone knowing? It is unusual for him to be so unarmed. Even back there, he ( Read more... )

To be delivered once Yozak and Conrad start their trip back to Shin Makoku ( Read more... )

A month, a whole month. Conrad would have never thought that this curse (blessing?) would last this long, keeping him here in this strange world where everything he was used to was completely turned upside down. Especially with Conrad and Yozak gone… Wolfy’s company was not normal. Fighting, hiding, sneaking, manipulating, that was normal and ( Read more... )

It's early early early in the morning. Even the kitchen staff isn't fully awake. But he's found him way down to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. The steam from the cup curls up in a wispy ghost and warms his face as much as the cup warms his hands. He made sure that Wolfram was warmly tucked in before he left. The child is sleeping ( Read more... )

Calm, he tells himself. Composed. Refined. Cool. Very cool. Ease the fighting stance, not here to argue, no putting anyone on edge. Smile. Just a little. There ( Read more... )

Snooping around Taking a walk before dinner to clear his head, Conrad decidedly does not think about his double. Or Wolfram either, actually. Both people currently give him headaches to think about. He doesn't LIKE complication. This whole place has been bad for him. He almost wishes to return to where he's from, just to have things make sense ( Read more... )

Conrad felt sick. Strangely and distractedly sick. Not like when he was drugged earlier, but still something off. Maybe there was something wrong with dinner. He had always suspected that he doesn’t react well to shellfish; maybe the maids used some sort of broth in their cooking that contained those ugly critters. But anyway, he felt oddly ( Read more... )

Wolfram has run off to feed the little fur ball they picked up and Conrad finds himself alone for the moment. Wolfram isn’t loud by any means, but he talks a little and his being around at least gives Conrad something to distract himself with. And his thoughts are all too noisy.

[What are you doing right now, Conrad? I have to speak to von ( Read more... )