TEASER: Humidity Chapter 4, "Forecast"
Because I wanted to post it this weekend, but may not have it fully revised by the day's end, so here's some bait in the meantime:
At some point even Hiei had to give to the heat. It made it hard to fall asleep, even with his effort to drive himself into exhaustion-with Kurama’s help.
It also made him logy. He perceived the space beside where he lied grow open and airy; a finger traced through his hair, down his scalp and over his ward, faintly tickling the Jagan beneath. But for all this, he did not actually stir when Kurama left, and much later, after he awoke to a high and haughty sun glaring in his face, he did not immediately register, or remember why his side felt naked.
Never mind that he was already naked. He rolled over and stared at the ceiling a while, sunning himself and thinking over the information Kurama shared with him last night. A meeting had been arranged, regarding a friend’s marital affairs, that was what Kurama said. The Fox sure knew how to dress up his bait pretty, as Hiei was sure that uncertain, apologetic stance adopted for mentioning Toya had been just that, a rhetorical tool to prompt a reaction from him. Previously Kurama refused to help shut the door on Yukina and him; now it was as though Hiei were being pulled over the threshold, enticed by some strategic words.
Kurama wished he could lay so sure a lure. But the Jaganshi was not one to so easily play mind games with. Let that male ice apparition discuss Floating Isle lore-for that would be all he would know-with Yukina; it was no threat to Hiei.
Still, it snagged in his mind, an annoying, conscientious barb.
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Other things I'm working on today: My roommate who gave all her furniture to her grandmother also gave away the television in the living room, which makes me glad I hung on to my behemoth missing the buttons that I got from my aunt. I can watch movies on it fine, but in order to access the cable I'm going to have to get and rig up one of those converter boxes, so it looks like I'm gonna go to Radio Shack or something. My dad and sister will be in town tomorrow for her college move-in and I'm meeting up with them after I get outta work at my college move-in, then they're crashing the night at my place, so I thought it might be nice to have it up and working in case they'd like to watch something. Then I'm making corn salsa because I've got three ears in the fridge that need to be cooked or chucked pronto anyway, and it'll give me something to do with some of the tomatoes as well.
Then I'll continue revising the above-cited chapter, or start actually putting paint on a painting I sketched out last week. I dunno. Probably there'll be some socializing scattered throughout these plans too. It fills up a day off.
Good Friday to you!
At some point even Hiei had to give to the heat. It made it hard to fall asleep, even with his effort to drive himself into exhaustion-with Kurama’s help.
It also made him logy. He perceived the space beside where he lied grow open and airy; a finger traced through his hair, down his scalp and over his ward, faintly tickling the Jagan beneath. But for all this, he did not actually stir when Kurama left, and much later, after he awoke to a high and haughty sun glaring in his face, he did not immediately register, or remember why his side felt naked.
Never mind that he was already naked. He rolled over and stared at the ceiling a while, sunning himself and thinking over the information Kurama shared with him last night. A meeting had been arranged, regarding a friend’s marital affairs, that was what Kurama said. The Fox sure knew how to dress up his bait pretty, as Hiei was sure that uncertain, apologetic stance adopted for mentioning Toya had been just that, a rhetorical tool to prompt a reaction from him. Previously Kurama refused to help shut the door on Yukina and him; now it was as though Hiei were being pulled over the threshold, enticed by some strategic words.
Kurama wished he could lay so sure a lure. But the Jaganshi was not one to so easily play mind games with. Let that male ice apparition discuss Floating Isle lore-for that would be all he would know-with Yukina; it was no threat to Hiei.
Still, it snagged in his mind, an annoying, conscientious barb.
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Other things I'm working on today: My roommate who gave all her furniture to her grandmother also gave away the television in the living room, which makes me glad I hung on to my behemoth missing the buttons that I got from my aunt. I can watch movies on it fine, but in order to access the cable I'm going to have to get and rig up one of those converter boxes, so it looks like I'm gonna go to Radio Shack or something. My dad and sister will be in town tomorrow for her college move-in and I'm meeting up with them after I get outta work at my college move-in, then they're crashing the night at my place, so I thought it might be nice to have it up and working in case they'd like to watch something. Then I'm making corn salsa because I've got three ears in the fridge that need to be cooked or chucked pronto anyway, and it'll give me something to do with some of the tomatoes as well.
Then I'll continue revising the above-cited chapter, or start actually putting paint on a painting I sketched out last week. I dunno. Probably there'll be some socializing scattered throughout these plans too. It fills up a day off.
Good Friday to you!