Written By Luca
Feb. 5, 2018, 1:32 p.m.(2/15/1008 AR)
Anything productive to say? Nah. But -- man -- clearly we know that where a Grayhope goes, the party follows.
Written By Luca
Feb. 4, 2018, 1:43 p.m.(2/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Ribbons, don't. Trust me. When it stops being easy - then, then you offer the flowers of words. Not until then.
Written By Luca
Feb. 1, 2018, 5:28 p.m.(2/7/1008 AR)
Gods, for the first time since -- I don't fucking know, a long time -- I'm sober. Water tastes rank right now, but it's taking the sour taste from my mouth.
Being drunk is a delight, an escape from the dull routine of existence, a bliss. It's a way out.
I wouldn't advise anyone dealing with the reverse. It's torture.
Being drunk is a delight, an escape from the dull routine of existence, a bliss. It's a way out.
I wouldn't advise anyone dealing with the reverse. It's torture.
Written By Luca
Jan. 30, 2018, 12:07 p.m.(1/23/1008 AR)
[ overheard: Scholar, is it in bad taste to advertise my services as -- ]
You feel slighted? Need to challenge a fellow peer of the realm? Consider your local Champion. They're here to serve you for reasonable rates.
Or, in my case, free.
You feel slighted? Need to challenge a fellow peer of the realm? Consider your local Champion. They're here to serve you for reasonable rates.
Or, in my case, free.
Written By Luca
Jan. 29, 2018, 5:16 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Practice it with me, Talen: "Yes, love. Anything you want."
Written By Luca
Jan. 26, 2018, 6:54 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
[ Overheard: What, can't borrow a book -- ? Fine. I'll come back to this. ]
I think Ribbons is a peony. One of those super-pink ones with double or triple the petals. The flowers of riches and honor (according to the book.) Peonies embody romance and bashfulness. They're a sign of a happy marriage. If you move it somewhere else, it takes a couple of years for it to set down roots again. Once it does, it will bloom for /decades/. Which means, kids, that we take care of our peonies.
I think Ribbons is a peony. One of those super-pink ones with double or triple the petals. The flowers of riches and honor (according to the book.) Peonies embody romance and bashfulness. They're a sign of a happy marriage. If you move it somewhere else, it takes a couple of years for it to set down roots again. Once it does, it will bloom for /decades/. Which means, kids, that we take care of our peonies.
Written By Luca
Jan. 25, 2018, 6:24 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Fine, not a canary. ... El, what about a scorpion?
Written By Luca
Jan. 25, 2018, 5:40 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
I asked Gus-Gus for a copy of that. Now, if anyone wants to give me a little canary for a present...
I have something to line the little chirper's cage with.
I have something to line the little chirper's cage with.
Written By Luca
Jan. 24, 2018, 12:30 p.m.(1/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarie
Mite. Call it Reese's Pink Ribbons. Oh, pretty please.
Written By Luca
Jan. 24, 2018, 12:09 p.m.(1/11/1008 AR)
I think being entitled or spoiled would mean being ignorant to one's high position, or, I don't know -- abusing privilege to one's own advantage --
Screw it. We're all spoiled. Comes with title. The brains can handle those kinds of philosophical thoughts.
(Overheard: Is that a breakfast sandwich? Gus --)
Screw it. We're all spoiled. Comes with title. The brains can handle those kinds of philosophical thoughts.
(Overheard: Is that a breakfast sandwich? Gus --)
Written By Luca
Jan. 24, 2018, 11:57 a.m.(1/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
(Overheard and added to the Journal entry 1.11.1008
Listen, Gus-Gus ruined a perfectly good nap to drag me out here. No, I am not going to go combing through the Journals. I have better things to do. Just hit me up with the highlights.
Oh, for good Gods sake. Fine, fine.)
I don't need to ride out to my lady-wife's defense. Save the sofa, Tal. She has armor, she has a sword, she has a white steed. She only seems quiet and gentle, but we all know perfectly well that she has her own voice to roar with. (Depends. Do griffins roar? Do badgers?) She can stand up for herself unless she asks me to. Only then, I'll be standing at her side -- or her back if that's a better defense -- but never in front of her unless it's to take the hit. She's worth it.
If she's good, well. You're welcome. I gave her the training. She came with the heart and grit. I can teach you too. Maybe.
All right. Headed back to bed.
Listen, Gus-Gus ruined a perfectly good nap to drag me out here. No, I am not going to go combing through the Journals. I have better things to do. Just hit me up with the highlights.
Oh, for good Gods sake. Fine, fine.)
I don't need to ride out to my lady-wife's defense. Save the sofa, Tal. She has armor, she has a sword, she has a white steed. She only seems quiet and gentle, but we all know perfectly well that she has her own voice to roar with. (Depends. Do griffins roar? Do badgers?) She can stand up for herself unless she asks me to. Only then, I'll be standing at her side -- or her back if that's a better defense -- but never in front of her unless it's to take the hit. She's worth it.
If she's good, well. You're welcome. I gave her the training. She came with the heart and grit. I can teach you too. Maybe.
All right. Headed back to bed.
Written By Luca
Jan. 20, 2018, 10:57 p.m.(1/4/1008 AR)
Slow down cousins, please. At least pace yourselves. Either way, you should be expecting name-day daggers for the new additions shortly. Adri and Luci.
(Overheard, added in later: Yes, of course I'll dull the edges down, Scholar. How else do you expect them to /learn?/)
(Overheard, added in later: Yes, of course I'll dull the edges down, Scholar. How else do you expect them to /learn?/)
Written By Luca
Jan. 20, 2018, 1:04 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)
( The following is written in looping lines that veer to the edge of the page and back. Obviously the author is not neat. Nor sober: )
Too soon. Too soon. Too fucking soon.
I want to do something. I want to think about doing something. I would, but I don’t even think I’ll care by tomorrow. It’s all a joke. We’re not supposed to get it. Remember, Luca. Remember. If you laugh, make sure to laugh with them. Not at them.
No, Guis, this is my Bl—
Too soon. Too soon. Too fucking soon.
I want to do something. I want to think about doing something. I would, but I don’t even think I’ll care by tomorrow. It’s all a joke. We’re not supposed to get it. Remember, Luca. Remember. If you laugh, make sure to laugh with them. Not at them.
No, Guis, this is my Bl—
Written By Luca
Jan. 18, 2018, 6:16 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Gods, I'm bored. Because being idle is blah-blah something wise and deep and proverby should be added here later (later edit: “An idle mind is Tehom's playground.") Because of that, I'm going to start a new hobby while I attempt to curb my drinking habit. By going around all the taverns and inns in the city in order to start rating them based on my very simple ranking system --
Hot or not.
Queensrest Inn: Hot. Decent wine. Only drank a bottle. Supposedly they serve tea and coffee. Dirty leaf water /and/ sludgy bean water. Whiskey, too. Though, I didn't get a chance to try any of that. Next time, maybe. Go there if you want to meet up with old friends. Or, if you're in the market to make new friends.
Hot or not.
Queensrest Inn: Hot. Decent wine. Only drank a bottle. Supposedly they serve tea and coffee. Dirty leaf water /and/ sludgy bean water. Whiskey, too. Though, I didn't get a chance to try any of that. Next time, maybe. Go there if you want to meet up with old friends. Or, if you're in the market to make new friends.
Written By Luca
Jan. 14, 2018, 12:36 a.m.(12/18/1007 AR)
Wait.
You’re saying I missed a duel, a Lycene dinner AND a party that mixed alcohol with sharp objects ...
I’m sulking, guys. Hard.
You’re saying I missed a duel, a Lycene dinner AND a party that mixed alcohol with sharp objects ...
I’m sulking, guys. Hard.
Written By Luca
Jan. 7, 2018, 9:46 a.m.(12/3/1007 AR)
So many people needing training of late. It's almost as if there's terrible battle on the wind. Oh wait.
Written By Luca
Dec. 17, 2017, 10:44 a.m.(10/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
I'll cherish my statue of an arse with an arrow stuck in the cheek forever.
Written By Luca
Dec. 3, 2017, 8:31 p.m.(9/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Sometimes I wonder how she juggles all the things she does and still manages to put up with me. I got the far, far better end of the bargain I think.
Written By Luca
Dec. 3, 2017, 10:15 a.m.(9/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
She always throws a wonderful party and she's turned the Hart into a true jewel of Arx
Written By Luca
Dec. 3, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(9/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Putting out word to all young, eligible beauties. If you see this strapping young Guardsman at the pub or party, drag his ass to the dancefloor. Ignore his protests and discomfort. It's all just playing hard to get.
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