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dragon_dealer

For Percy (and optionally housemates)

Mar 29, 2009 09:31

They haven't been fighting, not really, but it's been awhile since she spoke with her husband properly. And it's past time ( Read more... )

!df, sagramore, percy

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fingersofleaf March 30 2009, 05:03:44 UTC

Percy wanders in after a while, having finished seeding the long rows with sugar and garden peas. His hands and knees are dirty, but at least that's accomplished, work is good, and the funny sad feeling that's been lingering in his belly lately is dull (it's Lent, so he doesn't see anything to be surprised at; everything's sadder in Lent).

dragon_dealer March 30 2009, 12:52:05 UTC

"Hey you," she says, subdued but fond as he comes in. "How's the planting coming?"

fingersofleaf March 30 2009, 13:32:41 UTC

"Oh, it gone fine," cheerfully. "Got twelve rows, gonna have ta till an extra acre ta get everything in this year."

dragon_dealer March 30 2009, 13:35:56 UTC

"We didn't overshare with the Mansion then. It didn't hurt us, I mean." Not quite a question, but almost.

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le_desirous March 31 2009, 05:47:31 UTC

Sagramore has managed, somehow, to find out about Laurel's death, and given the regularity with which he visits Helen now that he's how her absence has gone equally noted. Throw in the trouble with Molly and his inability to find the perpetrator, he is not in the best of humours.

As usual, he's chosen to temper that with alcohol of the strongest variety possible. He is, however, a little off his beaten path in that he's managed to wander off into the forest. His real purpose here was to find Dinadan and be wretched and frustrated and drunk at him, but who knows if Dinadan's even in?

Anyway, that's the short explanation for why he is standing unsteadily at the door to the cottage, knocking on it insistently, and experiencing a fair amount of difficulty in staying upright.

dragon_dealer March 31 2009, 12:20:14 UTC

Cimorene is, at the moment, the only one home (well, perhaps Haynes, but who knows with him). "It's open, damnation, just a second!" she shouts, as her hands are full, but a moment later is opening the door.

...he was not, apparently, anyone she might have been expecting. "Afternoon." She blinks.

le_desirous March 31 2009, 12:39:35 UTC

"Good afternoon," with a great deal of badly assumed dignity.

dragon_dealer March 31 2009, 21:34:42 UTC

Dryly, "You forgot your tiara. Best come in, then." She steps back.

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