It's hard to remember him, but now that I have a moment to study him, his tan trench coat and sand colored hair, fair skin that isn't really a separate colour from either of those, the lack of memory seems obvious. There is little to differentiate him from the wall or the classroom ( Read more... )

The mage called Whisperwind lays on the guestroom bed, the bed that had been occupied by Caelan not a week before. When we brought him here, I recall being glad that I had remembered to launder the sheets as soon as Cael left, rather than waiting ( Read more... )

Outsides:The El Camino rolls to a crunching stop in front of the cafe where I've stopped for a cup of coffee. The man who climbs out of it shakes his head with more resignation than anger, and that surprises me as much as the faint aura of energy that emanates from him in my supernal vision ( Read more... )

I don't know Lexi really at all. Dark and intense, she has a trick of looking at you in a way that makes you immediately think of every awful thing you've ever done, and know you will be found wanting.

And yet, she has never been anything other than kind to me. She took Tommy's word that I wasn't one of those apostates, and welcomed me, if not ( Read more... )

I don't spend a great deal of time at the consilium when I don't have to, but sometimes I go to conduct research or, in the summer, avail myself of the garden and the great trees in it, wiling away a few hours reading with my back against the trunk ( Read more... )

It's pure happenstance that I'm at the scene of an accident where Lexi has been called. Between pouring rain, flooding, and the traumas of metal hitting flesh, it's a brutal mess. Somehow, paramedics don't question my presence. What I know isn't geared to this, but my training is good: my mentor saw to that ( Read more... )

Buddhism is marked by threes, and Anthony no less so ( Read more... )

BreakfastI've been up for hours and Anthony's been awake longer than I have. He went out for a run while I puttered first with my van and then with the Corvair. By the time he came back, dripping sweat, I've made breakfast and Deacon still hasn't stirred from his room. Unusual - he's generally up before either of us, often because he didn't sleep ( Read more... )

His philosophical nature extends as far as sushi. Meat? No need. Alcohol? Just muddles the senses. Caffeine? In minuscule amounts with his tea. Sugar? On rare occasions, and never to excess. Presented with raw fish on bullets of rice and occasionally wrapped in seaweed, however, and Anthony's conscientious eschewing of earthly goods disappears as ( Read more... )

Anthony's out when I finally manage to finish the laundry, but I hear the door open and close, his familiar footfalls at the base of the stairs. His side of the bed is now covered in neat stacks of shirts and underwear when he comes up, and he wordlessly starts putting them away in his side of the dresser. I fold a few more long sleeved shirts, and ( Read more... )