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He'd come home out of some weird need to find his roots, again. Or something. At the current moment he couldn't remember. Souvenir shops lined the streets he roamed too long ago. The house had burned over three centuries before and even the alleys were swept now. There had been nothing to bury, and no money for more than a mass grave had there been, so there were no markers, nothing to see, nothing to kneel at.
Wandering into the new St. Paul's, built after he left, after the fire that took them, he nonetheless felt something settle. He sat in a pew for hours, trying to remember what it had felt like when he came home, saw this, sat here the first time, a different man. Not Matthew. Not Takezo Kensei. Something else, someone else. A man without country, time, family.
For a time, he'd thought to find it again, but now the dream seemed farther away than it had even when trapped in that cell, and he was cold.
It was well after dusk when he left. He found a pub, a table in a corner, and with a wry smile that cursed all the years in between, he ordered a whiskey and asked the bartender to leave the bottle, working to bury himself in the one thing left that had any familiarity or link to the old.
Wandering into the new St. Paul's, built after he left, after the fire that took them, he nonetheless felt something settle. He sat in a pew for hours, trying to remember what it had felt like when he came home, saw this, sat here the first time, a different man. Not Matthew. Not Takezo Kensei. Something else, someone else. A man without country, time, family.
For a time, he'd thought to find it again, but now the dream seemed farther away than it had even when trapped in that cell, and he was cold.
It was well after dusk when he left. He found a pub, a table in a corner, and with a wry smile that cursed all the years in between, he ordered a whiskey and asked the bartender to leave the bottle, working to bury himself in the one thing left that had any familiarity or link to the old.
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Date: 2008-01-19 01:24 am (UTC)"I suppose you're right..."
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Date: 2008-01-19 07:32 am (UTC)The Rani took a healthy swallow of her whiskey, coughing slightly. "It's been centuries since I was married. I imagine I can sympathise."
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Date: 2008-01-19 08:53 am (UTC)She picked up her glass with a shrug. "I've never believed one should limit oneself, or that one's desire for another was a reflection on one's partner. But that's just me, and my aversion to petty, pointless morals. I also respect the wishes and beliefs of my friends. If you choose to observe those vows, I will stop pressing."
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Date: 2008-01-19 08:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-19 09:00 am (UTC)"I believe I've been given permission to keep at it, then. Fantastic. I always do love a bit of fun..."
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Date: 2008-01-19 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 06:35 am (UTC)"And here's to hoping someday it goes beyond just a challenge to rise to."
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 08:51 am (UTC)She eyed the bottle, as if trying to decide if she needed more, but set the glass down on the table instead, leaning back in her chair a bit.
"Are you staying nearby? Will you be able to make it back all right?"
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Date: 2008-01-20 09:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 09:04 am (UTC)"What is it?"
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Date: 2008-01-20 09:18 am (UTC)"Adam." Her voice was a little more firm this time, but no less concerned. "Tell me. What is it?"
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Date: 2008-01-20 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 06:51 pm (UTC)She slid her hand across the table, taking his warmly.
"What can I do?"
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Date: 2008-01-30 06:32 pm (UTC)"Do you intend to stay and continue drinking, or can I at least see you home? Or whatever reasonable facsimile you have, at the moment, your lodgings."
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