It's late, but Cuthbert's not asleep.

He's sitting at his desk, writing in a slim, leatherbound notebook.

Well, trying to write is probably more accurate.

(all this you can leave behind)

This is proving harder than he thought it would.

Once upon a time, there was a summer when three young men from Gilead rode into the Barony of Mejis, and, for a great many people, nothing was ever the same.

At the end of that summer, as is the usual way of things, there was an autumn, and a Reaptide, and a Reap Night bonfire.

And a young woman with fog-gray eyes and golden hair

(bird and ( Read more... )

It's near dusk, the last daylight fading from the sky.

Cuthbert's stretched out on one of the flat rocks by the lakeshore--on the other side of the lake from the greenhouse.

There's a cigarette in one hand, half burned down.

The grin's still firmly in place as Cuthbert heads down the hall towards his and Susan's room.

It's been a more or less uneventful day, and the only really eventful thing about it has been Eddie's return.

By Milliways standards, this is a good day.

Sometime in the night, Cuthbert starts awake from fitful, uneasy dreams. Beside him, Susan stirs but doesn't wake; he reaches with one hand to stroke her hair, but the motion is a distracted, absent one. He lies there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts.

What is it that fashes thee so about this? They're no longer your tet- ( Read more... )

Early morning sunlight falls through the window, playing across the sleeping figures of two bodies twined together.

A bar of light falls across Cuthbert's eyes, and he stirs, rolling over and burying his face in the curve of Susan's shoulder.

That much commala-ing the night before takes it out of a guy.

Cuthbert is getting ready.

Y'know, the sort of getting ready where you pace back and forth incessantly.

This is a highly important stage of preparation.

[OOC: After thisCuthbert is outside, standing by the tree he sometimes climbs or sits under. He's leaning against the trunk, now, hands in his pockets, face titled up to the artificial stars overhead ( Read more... )

You'd think that after taking out a massive government facility protected by can-toi, getting shot in the gut, and being on a spaceship that narrowly escaped getting pulled into a thinny, Cuthbert wouldn't be averse to lying still for a day or two ( Read more... )

It's quiet and still in the infirmary. No sound or motion save for the breathing of the two remaining patients and the one who currently sits watching over one of them.

Given the quiet and stillness, it probably shouldn't take long for Alain to notice when Cuthbert's eyelids start flickering.