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cuir-et-bois · 2 years
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N°10 - 30 jours pour écrire
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Je me rappelle d'un jour de tonnerre
Elle avait ouvert en grand la porte fenêtre
Et comme ça, pieds nus
Elle est allée danser sur la terrasse
Sous une pluie battante et un vent tranchant
Et je me disais en la regardant
Plus tard je serai comme maman.
Mais je ne savais pas encore à cette instant
Que dans ces moments là
C'était ton coeur qui hurlait.
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streetoonours · 1 year
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louistonehill · 9 months
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That scene from the fourth book in the Shamer Chronicles by Lene Kaaberboel, which has owned my whole heart for as long as I can remember
Lil' context for people who might not have read the Shamer Chronicles:
Dina (the girl) is of a family where all the women have the power to look people in the eye and make them feel shame/relive their most shameful moments. This usually makes them judges and revered wise women, but in a time where war and fascism starts to tear her world apart she and her family are hunted as witches or kidnapped and used against their will to break people.
As a result most people are too afraid to look her in the eye and it takes a special someone to overcome their own shame and look at them with familial care and love.
Enter Tano, who is a former Thrall/slave that Dina was forced to break because he kept preaching workers' rights to his lord - but who was so stubborn he and Dina ended up breaking each other. Quite literally. She spends the next couple of books unable to use her powers properly and spending time with people that reinforce the idea that she's a monster or a witch.
Until she meets Tano at the end of the story once more and they begin to stubbornly rebuild each other's self esteem and eventually caring deeply about each other, enabling Dina to do the impossible, casting shame upon an entire army and making grown men curl up and cry xD
If you read all this thank you! It's a really beautiful story of self-love, pride and appropriate shame, and I cannot recommend it enough !
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furrystarfishpanda · 7 months
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Lil Dina:)
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readsalot1 · 6 months
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Just watched the Shamer's Daughter and the sequel, and there is an ABYSAMLLY small fandom. And the vibe I got is that the books are better??? This content deserves more love guys!
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saintsaensreads · 5 months
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Could I compile a list of French sea shanty? Yes. Would half of those come from under Michel Tonnerre's skillful pen? Maybe so.
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paulysson1 · 2 months
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Je t'aime
Pas la même naissance.
Pas le même caractère.
Pas les mêmes besoins.
L'humanité est vaste et variés ce qui la rend complète et belle.
Pas le même vécu.
Pas les mêmes attentes.
Pas les mêmes souvenirs.
Pourtant nous sommes tous liées et devons avancer ensemble à la fois afin de progresser dans notre existence charnelle mais également psychique et spirituelle afin de nous élever.
Pas les mêmes forces.
Pas les mêmes faiblesses.
Pas les mêmes tords.
Mais cela n'empêche pas les Êtres de s'aimer et de désirer construire à deux.
1- tes colères
Danse du tonerre dans ton esprit,
Décharge électrique qui induit forcément de faire conduire le courant,
Mais je suis épris,
Je me branche et prend l'épanchement.
Comment reflèter ces émotions qui te submerges ?
Créer mentalement des berges,
Te dire que l'avenir n'est pas très éloigné de tes doux rêves...
Si je devrais donner une méthode je dirais qu'il faut tout d'abord que tu te résonne dans le fait que tu es accomplie ==> tes enfants, ta famille, tes amis, ta maison, ta Vie.
2- les pots cassés
Je paie et accepte de recevoir les coups qui ne sont pas portés à ceux qui les ont provoqués,
Comme-ci une averse pouvait arrosé un désert mais faire pousser une fleur à l'autre bout du continent. Et l'inverse.
Mon conseil est de compartimenté chaque seconde,
Exercice mentale de se dire que l'on est qu'une pétale qui se fane mais qu'avant cela croie dans l'évolution,
Sans poison délégué apposé à ceux qui ne l'ont pas mérité.
3- Le deux poids, deux mesures
Banale et non voulu d'imposer à autrui ce que l'on souhaite.
Repprocher ce que l'on se repproche à soi-même tel un miroir sans teint en plein interrogatoire interne où l'inspecteur serait son subconscient.
Relativiser, ce dire que la vie est faite pour se tromper et des moments d'égarement,
Que ton conjoint n'a que dans une journée 24h de temps et essai de l'organiser en apaisant,
Souvent maladroitement,
T'es tiraillement,
Te donner le sentiment que lorsque tu fis d'être c'est que je suis,
Ce dire que le produit est finit lorsque la fin est un renouveau se dire qu'il est beau.
Pas la même douleurs.
Pas les mêmes remors.
Pas les mêmes blessures.
Interlude
Dessiner dans tes cheveux de jolies runes qui vont devenir poèmes, des rêves espiègles lorsque tu t'endors et que je veille à garder tes yeux fermés, te dire en te susurrent à l'oreille que tu es étincelle dans le dortoirs de Lucifer le porteur de lumière.
Et pour finaliter simplement dire que parfois écrire les maux, et les mots endormis dans le temps, et les temps s'échange de lendemains en lendemains,
4- Et je te dirais
Que j'appartiens à ceux qui favorise la cicatrisation de l'âme,
Ceux qui balayes,
Ce qu'il y a de plus noirâtre.
Je suis de ceux qui te soulèverons, et t'apaiserons,
Qui te donnera le droit d'être Toi et pas une autre.
D'être épanouie et sans frisson, de revêtir le blouson de la silhouette qui t'habite depuis tout ce temps,
Et un jour,
Si toc le néant,
Je ressortirait du tiroir du diable d'où mes chaînes m'entraves afin de te ramener obligatoirement vers le bonheur escompté.
Je suis damné,
Et je suis perdu,
Mais dans ta non vertue j'ai vu une âme qui abîme ceux qui s'enivrent,
Et j'écrirais toujours sur le sujet de l'avenir,
Et le pire,
C'est que :
Je te Loupic <3
P.amis
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alexisgeorge24 · 2 months
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5 janvier:
Départ avec mon gros sac pour une visite à la journée de la péninsule Llao Llao (que je prononce "chao chao" sans même avoir à réfléchir; l'accent argentin m'entre dans la peau). Superbes points de vue notamment depuis le Cerro Campanario, où depuis les nombreuses "playas" ("plachasse"; c'est bon je parle comme Messi). Le temps est un peu couvert et j'ai des panoramas sur des énormes lacs noirs entrecoupés de montagnes vertes aux sommets rocheux et acérés; combos qui me fait penser aux fjords norvégiens. Je finis mon parcours au village "Colonia Suiza" (colonie Suisse), fondé par des familles suisses fin XIXe et qui aujourd'hui attire un tourisme de presque masse. Comme par hasard, après avoir planté ma tente au camping, je tombe sur un couple suisse que j'avais rencontré au Pérou il y a 3 mois. On a beaucoup d'aventures à se raconter et on partage l'apéro et le dîner.
Bilan: 26km, 1000m d+
6 janvier:
Randonnée depuis Colonia Suiza avec petit sac jusqu'aux cerro Goye puis cerro Bella Vista. Les vues sont toujours tout aussi imprenables qu'hier sur les lacs et la montagne à la différence qu'aujourd'hui je suis tout seul pour contempler le tableau. De retour au village on m'informe que les bus font grève... je me fais donc prendre en stop par un groupe d'amis argentins qui me dépose à 10km de Bariloche. Puis je finis en taxi étant donné qu'il y a un stoppeur tout les 200m avec cette grève (ils sont superieurs au nombre de chauffeurs gentils et compatissants).
Après la douche c'est évidemment une bière qui m'attend dans ce paradis houblonné, suivi d'un repas au restaurant vegan que je connais désormais très bien.
Bilan: 13km, 1300m d+
7 janvier:
Départ à 08h00 en bus pour le hameau de Pampa Linda au pied du Cerro Tronador. Le nom fait peur et à juste raison. Je pose la tente au camping et j'enchaîne direct une marche vers ce sommet recouvert de glaciers. J'atteins le début du sentier en stop et 600m d+ plus haut j'ai une des plus belles vues de mon voyage ! C'est le moment où j'essaie de décrire ce que j'ai vu en sachant pertinemment qu'y mettre des mots c'est forcément déformer, pixeliser, simplifier, banaliser, bref, c'est ne pas respecter la nature. Mon point de vue se situe sur une crête coupant en deux symétriquement un cirque dont le "U" est un énorme glacier perché sur des falaises rocheuses et verticales. Des cascades jaillissent de partout du bas du glacier formant un mini "Iguazu" et plus loin un lac bleu laiteu. Le glacier craque, des morceaux tombent des falaises en faisant un bruit de tonerre dans cet amphithéâtre de roche toutes les 10 minutes (on comprend mieux le nom du sommet, "Tonerre"). En bas, c'est la vallée tracée par la riviere et bordée par une epaisse forêts. Au loin, c'est la suite des Andes, avec tous les sommets qui vont avec. La vue est tellement impressionnante que j'y resterai 3h! Le temps de faire le tour de tous les points vue et attendre que le ciel se dégage. Sur le chemin du retour je m'arrête au bord du lac de glacier et retourne au camping en stop. Je me pose à l'auberge pour charger des batteries et commander un sandwich pour le lendemain. En marchant vers ma tente pour aller dormir, j'aperçois des vaches (à cornes) qui sont dans le camping à 20m de ma tente. Je me dis que ça serait un gros foutage de gueule si elles l'ont (encore) défoncée.... eh bin ça n'a pas raté... tente trouée et bouse à 5m de ma tente.... je suis furieux et je le fais savoir au gérant du camping. Après maintes échanges, il accepte de ne me rembourser que 30eur (30% du prix du toit qui est troué mais qui me laisse 100% dans la merde...). Maintenant je vais devoir faire extrêmement attention à mes bivouacs pour ne pas exposer à des vents forts ma tente rafistolée avec du scotch industriel.
Bilan: 8km, 700m d+
8 janvier:
Le Cerro Tronador est majestueux et j'ai envie de le voir sous d'autres angles. Je grimpe alors au dernier refuge au pied du glacier en traversant la forêt puis en longeant une crête rocheuse au dessus du début du glacier. J'ai aussi de beaux points de vue sur les cascades d'hier mais de l'autre côté du cirque. Malheureusement il fait moche et je n'ai que quelques éclaircies pour apercevoir de près le glacier. Sur le retour je vais au pied de la cascade; c'est magnifique. De retour au camping, je fais une sieste et j'entame le début d'une marche de 3 jours qui aboutit à Bariloche (Colonia Suiza plus précisément). Je monte dans une vallée qui offre des balcons avec vue sur le Tronador qui est complètement découvert. Je pose et cache ma tente à 50m du camping pour ne pas avoir à le payer.
Bilan: 34km, 1800m d+ (ça aurait été compliqué sans la sieste)
9 janvier:
Au réveil je fais un AR jusqu'au Mirador del Doctor, une formation rocheuse en forme de barre longitudinale qui domine en son extrémité le lac Frey et un bras du Lac Nahuel Huapi (l'énorme lac de Bariloche). Puis je reprends mon gros sac et continue mon chemin. Vers 12h je ne sais pas pourquoi, je me sens d'un coup épuisé, les gestes deviennent difficiles et ça ne m'aide pas du tout puisque les 2 cols que je franchis sont couverts de neige. Heureusement que je croise un autre randonneur dans le sens inverse pour me rassurer sur leur accessibilité; je sais au moins que des traces sont faites dans la neige pour que je les suivent. Les vues sont un peu aériennes, je n'ai pas le vertige mais des efforts de concentration sont nécessaires à chaque pas pour ne pas en faire un de travers. À bout de force j'arrive dans une vallée qui offrent de beaux spots de bivouac. Je monte le mien près d'une petite cascade qui se finit dans une piscine cristalline. Dommage que l'eau soit glaciale; je n'y lave que mes pieds et mon visage.
Bilan: 20km, 1200m d+
10 janvier:
Dernier tronçons pour rejoindre la civilisation. Je commence par traverser un col bien enneigé mais qui n'offre pas de complications, la neige et ferme et je suis des traces de pas. Au niveau du col, tout comme les précédents d'ailleurs, le Cerro Tronador domine toute la région et se laisse apprécier par ce beau temps. Puis je descends vers ce que je vais appeler "La Merde Verte". Encore cette foutue forêt qui a avalé le sentier et face à qui je dois me battre pour trouver mon chemin. Et évidemment les taons sont de la partie, ne me laissant aucun moment de repos. Dès que je m'immobilise (pour faire mes lacets ou prendre ma respiration), ils se jettent sur moi. Je pète les plombs et me mets à gueuler comme un fous contre cette nature que j'ai envie de brûler. 500m plus loin je répète un plomb. Sous le coup de l'émotion je décide que j'ai en ras le cul. J'ai repéré une petite rivière qui suis mon chemin, je m'y approche, enfile mes chaussons de plongée et continue dans la rivière. C'est beaucoup mieux... tellement mieux que lorsque j'arrive à un lac, je décide de garder mes chaussons et de le traverser en suivant le bord. J'aurai fait peut être 2km comme ça. Puis le sentier est de nouveau visible et je renfile mes chaussures. Je poursuis vers un autre col, complètement dégagé de Merde Verte et de neige. Ici, soit je descends direct vers Colonia Suiza, soit je passe par le Cerro Lopez qui me rallongera pas mal l'itinéraire. Au moment où j'hésite, un couple de français monte de Colonia Suiza pour aller au Cerro Lopez. C'est un signe, je dois les suivre; je n'ai plus l'excuse du "c'est dangereux tout seul". On marche ensemble en sympathisant et arrivés au pied de la dernière monté, on est impressionné par sa pente; 55%. Là où j'ai chuté au Monténégro c'était à peu près 45%. Mais ici il y a bien un "chemin" balisé, c'est des grosses pierres et non des éboulis, et je ne suis pas seul. Aucune crainte donc. Arrivés au sommet on a une vue incroyable sur, d'un côté une chaîne de montagne aux pointes enneigés avec le Tronador en maître, de l'autre côté les lacs et la vallée de Bariloche. Su-blime. La descente se fait dans l'impatience de retrouver le confort. On arrive sur la route à 21h, après 13h de marche. On ne capte pas, donc pas possible de commander un Uber. On va en stop à Colonie Suiza d'où on trouve notre Uber. Arrivé à mon hostel, on m'informe qu'il est complet!!! Je dois donc marcher 2km de plus pour en trouver un autre. Douche, puis enfin, à 23h30, pinte de bière avec pyramide de frite....
Bilan: 20km, 1800m d+
11 janvier:
Journée repos. J'en profite pour rafistoler ma tente, faire une lessive, organiser un mariage, retirer de l'argent via WU (où j'apprends que j'ai gagné 30% de pouvoir d'achat; le taux étant passé de 1000 à 1300). L'après-midi je prends un bus pour Esquel, 200km au sud de Bariloche et aux portes du Parque Nacional los Alerces que je visiterai en 2 jours. Le soir je mange dans un restaurant-grillade. J'en pleure. J'ai mon 1er asado et mon 1er pinguino (vin de table servi dans une carafe en forme de pingouin, typique de Patagonie et que je retrouve avec nostalgie). Les quantités sont énormes, la qualité parmis les meilleures de mon séjour, 10eur.
Bilan: 500gr de bœuf
12 janvier:
Le matin je prends un bus qui m'emmène au parc, au Lago Verde, où je pose ma tente au camping. Puis je monte au seul sommet du coin accessible, le Cerro Alto El Petiso. Au début du sentier une pancarte indique "Cerrado". Mais sur le moment j'oublie mon espagnol et je ne comprends pas que ça veut dire "fermé". Je poursuis donc sur un chemin dans la forêt bien entretenu puis j'arrive à une rivière que je dois longer sur 2-3km en la traversant une 15aine de fois. Puis j'attaque une crête qui m'emmène au sommet en ne mettant que très peu les pieds dans la neige. Évidemment je suis tout seul. Vue superbe sur le glacier Torrecilla, les lacs et les Andes qui ici rappellent les Alpes. Je redescends les troncons de neige en faisant de la luge sur les fesses, c'est rapide, ludique et anesthésiant. Sur le chemin du retour je longe les lacs avec un joli Mirador sur le glacier. Le cadre est idyllique, les rivières qui mesurent 1-2km reliant les lacs entre eux, sont verts avec des eaux cristallines. C'est très sauvage, calme, peu de monde, on pourrait y habiter dans une cabane, y couper du bois, pêcher la truite, distiller son propre whisky, discuter avec les oiseaux et carper son diem.
Bilan: 21km, 1500m d+
13 janvier:
J'éteins mon réveil qui sonne à 5h45 (j'ai été ambitieux) et réalise que j'ai accumulé de la fatigue. Je dors jusqu'à 10h00, soit 13h de sommeil. C'est bien de dormir en fait. Petites ballades au programme pour profiter un peu plus du parc mais rien d'exceptionnel. J'avoue que je ne pense qu'au restaurant de ce soir et compte les heures qui me séparent de mon T-bone. De retour à l'hostel, je joue avec ma faim en prenant mon temps avant d'aller manger. Je passerai 2h au devant mon assiette savourant chaque bouchée. Vers la fin la serveuse me demande même si je souhaite faire réchauffer au feu la pièce. Quel bonheur ces restaurants argentins.
14 janvier:
Journée dédiée à l'attente de mon bus pour Los Antiguos à la frontière chilienne. La matin j'en profite pour continuer à m'occuper du mariage et l'après-midi je prends mon bus. Coucher de soleil magistrale sur la pampa et les collines pré-Andine.
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coralloid · 2 years
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je t'aime la pluie, je t'aime l'orage, je vous aime coups de tonerre, je t'aime ciel gris, je t'aime nuages noirs, je t'aime pétrichor, je t'aime éclair, je t'aime 21 à 26°C 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🌧🌧🌧🌩🌩🌩
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knittastically · 2 years
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Bring Me To Life 2
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Chapter 2    Sanctuary
On a windswept beach in Ireland,  Raymond de Merville  faced his destiny and mastered it.
Pairing  13th C Raymond/ Modern Raymond x ofc Sister Matilda and Carrie Hart
Characters Raymond de Merville, Lay Sister Ina, Sister Matilda, Abbess Eithne, Prioress Emma, Harry Bellamy, Carrie Hart.
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It took twenty minutes for Ina and Raymond to make their way to the Abbey, it should have taken half that time, less even, but she was conscious of the intense pain Raymond would be suffering so kept the horse at its slowest pace. Raymond slumped forward in his saddle, trying to keep his eyes open, his face was ashen save for a bright flush on each cheek. Sheer stubbornness had kept him astride Tonerre and his jaw ached from clenching his teeth against the agony raging through him. They made their way keeping to the shadows and walking on soft ground, bright light and clattering hooves were too much for Raymonds senses to bear. With an hour or so to dusk most folks who had business at the Abbey or worked there during the day had already left. The harsh times of war and rebellion required harsh measures, and no one wanted to be caught out after curfew either by the Norman patrol or by anyone looking for easy pickings. Ina led the horse over the deserted bridge,  under the main gateway and across the Forbury to towards the inner gateway.
“Sister Matilda.” Mother Abbess smacked her hand down on the table that separated her from the young woman standing before her. “Attend to me, you are here to account for your behaviour, I expected that at least you would have the courtesy to hear what I have to say, and the humility to show some contrition.” Pulling her gaze away from the window, the Novice slid what she hoped was a suitably shamefaced expression onto her face. “Forgive me Reverend Mother but.” “Enough.” the Abbess snapped. “You are not yet a Bride of Christ and if I had my way, nor would you be.” Sister Matilda had the grace to lower her gaze and so missed the slight smile that played on the Abbess Eithne’s lips. The girl was so like her, she too had been a wild and and unruly Novice but there was something about this young Nun and deep in her heart Eithne knew she was destined either for honour or notoriety.
“I’m sorry Reverend Mother.” The Abbess shot her a warning glance, but Sister Matilda ploughed on. “It’s Sister Ina, she’s just come under the inner gate and she’s leading a great black horse with a rider.”  Abbess Eithne scraped back her chair and went to the window, then crossed herself whispering, “God help us that’s de Merville the younger.” “With me Sister,” She swept past the Nun and made her way outside. Running was not forbidden, though neither was it encouraged and was particularly frowned on for an Abbess. Matilda gaped as she watched the Reverend Mother gather her skirts and race across to Ina sprinting past a knot of bemused Nuns as she tried to keep up with her.
Confident he wouldn’t move far, Ina dropped Tonerre’s reins and strode over to the Abbess. “Reverend Mother Sieur Raymond is injured and it was in unusual circumstances.” The Abbess silenced her with a flinty glare and a raised hand. “Sister Ina we will take Sieur Raymond to the Guest House, away from any prying eyes. He can be tended more quietly there than rather than in the infirmary, I want no gossip.” In truth she didn’t want that devil in her Abbey at all and she felt no guilt about that. She turned to Sister Matilda, “Take his horse around to the stable at the rear of the building, let us try to keep this as discreet as possible.   Between the three of them they hauled and heaved him from his horse, though Abbess Eithne soon discovered Ina could well have managed on her own and she watched in astonishment as the Sister manoeuvred Raymond into the guest house supporting all of his weight against her slender frame.
Matilda hovered around wanting to be anywhere but near that four-legged steed of Satan. She eyed the stallion warily and flashed a nervous glance at the Reverend Mother, but The Abbess shoved her towards the door, “Go on girl, he won’t bite.” It was said more in hope than expectation and she heard Ina mutter “I wouldn’t depend on it.”  
“When you are done there Sister, you must go to the Prioress.” The Abbess thought for a moment then smiled. “Say that I wish her take my place at Vespers.” Eithne knew Matilda would jump at the chance. “As for the rest child, I’m sure you’ve the wits to impress on her how important it is for the community to stay away from this place of illness.” Matilda’s eye’s popped wide as the Abbess winked at her. “You have always been creative with your story telling, but this time I endorse it, now go and see to Sieur Raymonds horse.” The novice headed out and carefully approached the beast who calmly nibbled at the grass and looked no more dangerous than some docile palfrey.   “Be firm with him Sister but speak quietly.” Ina called across. “His name is Tonerre.”
Once he was settled amongst the cushions in his favourite chair by the hearth, Harry stretched out his aching legs and rested his feet on the footstool. The only light in the room came from the glowing embers in the log burner and the small lamp on the chest of drawers behind him. As he took a sip of whisky he eyed the packet of triple chocolate chip cookies Carrie had left on the side table. “Never in a million years lass but me mother never bred a jibber so here goes.” He wasn’t sure whether to sip then bite, bite then sip or dunk the damned thing, so in the interests of science and research he tried all three and whilst he was ready to admit the first two options were reasonable, the third, well that was just sublime. The cookie was dunked into the honey coloured liquid just enough to moisten it, Harry didn’t want crumbs dropping into his tot and turning it to sludge. He shook the drops back into the tumbler then bit into the softening biscuit, sucking at it slightly and  “hmmmmming” softly as the taste of rich dark chocolate filtered through the sweet nuttiness of the whisky. “Well lass,” He lifted his glass to toast his absent friend “This old dog’s learned a new trick.”
Glancing across to the long case clock on the wall opposite he saw it was almost 7 o’clock. As usual the heavy curtains were drawn back, even in the depths of Winter they were never closed until Harry was about to head for bed. Bang on the last mellow chime of seven, he heard the the tap, tap, tap on the French windows a sound he heard every evening that the Prof was at home, he waved for his visitor to come in.
“Evening Harry, how have you been feeling today?” Harry shuffled about to make himself comfortable in his chair and looked across. “Oh not so bad Prof, it’s been grand to get out in the fresh air and Carrie is good company, she’s a nice lass, Now for God’s sake sit down won’t you, you’re making my neck ache.” His visitor dropped into the chair opposite and leant forward, forearms on thighs, hands clasped loosely between them. “So how are you really Harry? For a moment Harry looked away and stared at the glowing logs, he felt the weight of what was to come settle on him like an sodden overcoat.
“Honestly, I’m tired, really tired and I miss my Jenny more than ever, does that sound daft? He watched as his boss leaned further forward in the chair a gentle smile on his lips. “No my friend it doesn’t, there are some sorrows in life we never really recover from.”
“True, and you’ll have had more than most I reckon.”
The smile slid away and with lips pressed into a tight line, his visitor nodded slowly, it was a painful truth and sometimes it was torture. “You know Harry whatever I can do to help you I will, just ask for anything you need , I don’t want you worrying about…” he hesitated. “About my last days?” Harry looked him straight in the eyes.   “Yes” ‘Well I would like to end them in this house, would that be alright?” He took another sip of whisky. “I really couldn’t face hospital, or a hospice.”
“Consider that a given my friend.”  
“That’s a weight off my mind, I just want to be here where Jenny and I were so happy, but please don’t offer me that one option again.” Harry knew the idea had come out of kindness but it had frightened him. “If you do, I still shan’t take it; I know it wouldn’t be done by you, even so I’ve no desire to run past my three score years and ten.”
“Understood. I shouldn’t even have considered it.  I’m aware it almost cost me your friendship and I regret that; you have my word that I shan’t mention it again.”
“Forgiven and forgotten.” Harry knew it had been suggested purely out of friendship and concern, but it wasn’t for him.” He found himself tearing up and reached across to liberate another cookie and dunk it in his whisky. He wanted to be with Jenny and believed he would be. If he was wrong then he wouldn’t know and that would be the end of it.
“What the hell Harry, I never thought I’d see you pollute your Water of Life.”
Harry winked and chuckled “Ahh well a certain sparky lass put me on to this, only wish I’d known about it sooner.” He  tried to stifle a yawn. “I’m sorry Prof but as early as it is, I think I need to go to my bed and stretch my old body out.” He swallowed down the last of his drink and struggled to get out of his chair,  two strong hands grasped his forearms and helped him to his feet.
“Can you manage the stairs on your own?”
“Aye, I’ll be okay I’ve got my sticks so no need for you to worry.” He knew damned well his visitor would wait until he shouted down that all was fine, before making sure the curtains were drawn, windows secured and fire banked then he would drop the latch before closing the front door behind him.    
“Is it tonight you meet the pushy Miss Tyson?”
“It is and I can’t say I’m particularly looking forward to it, still the rest of the company might be bearable.”
“Oh I’d guarantee that.” Harry grinned and winked.
The Abbey Guest House and it’s stable were kept in constant readiness in case some dignitary decide to break their journey there and enjoy some free hospitality.  It was far from opulent, but it was pristine and bright, with its rendered, white-washed walls, stone floor and simple oak furniture. As for anything else, the Abbess held the opinion that if guests wanted fancy trappings, they could bring their own. She much preferred the simplicity.
“So, explain Sister.”  She waited while Ina settled Raymond into one of the large chairs and knelt to remove his boots. 
“Reverend Mother we will need to find new clothing for Sieur Raymond and we must burn anything which marks him as a de Merville.” “I’m waiting Sister.” She glared at Ina.
“Reverend Mother, I…,” she sighed. “Sieur Raymond was attacked on the beach, most of his men were killed, those that survived ran when they saw what was attacking him, the cowards.”
“And his assailant?”
“No doubt floating around on the incoming tide by now.” 
“Don’t insult me by deliberately misunderstand me Sister, who attacked him?”
Raymond sat completely still, his head lolling forward slightly, he hardly seemed to breathe. The Abbess looked down at him. His skin was parchment white in stark contrast to his dark beard; black lashes rested against the purple shadows beneath his eyes. She saw the ragged edges of the wound and with gentle fingers pushed aside the collar of his cloak and the neck of his chain mail coif. Speaking in what was barely a whisper she crossed herself. “By Our Lord and all His Saints tell me this was not you Ina.” She demanded. Ina dropped to her knees her hands together as if in prayer as she looked up at the Abbess. “Reverend Mother I swear by the Blessed Virgin, it was not me.  I know the great risk you run in having me here, believe me I would never, never bring danger or dishonour to your door after the trust and kindness you have shown me.”
Eithne pressed her lips together and gave a single nod of her head. “Forgive me, I should not even have thought it. “Well you know best what needs to be done I leave Sieur Raymond to your care. It’s in the interest of our safety to keep this quiet, though how we shall manage it with folks in and out every day and our workers from the village. 
“Reverend Mother, anyone who made it back to camp will likely have reported Raymond dead. They might search for is his body, but I doubt they’ll search too hard, the tides and rips in the bay are vicious and he was wearing mail so they wouldn’t expect him to have floated in that.
“How long will you need to help him recover?”  Though what the Abbess really meant was how long before I can be rid of him. 
Sister Ina decided honesty was best and admitted that it would take months for Raymond to adapt to his new self.   Clutching her wooden crucifix for comfort Eithne paced from door to hearth and back again. “He can’t stay here for all that time, I can’t allow the the Abbey to be endangered in that way while he heals.” She pointed to the wicked wound. “And if the Baron discovers we have his son here I dread to think what would happen.”
“I will do what I can Reverend Mother, If he settles and learns quickly then a week might be enough to calm him enough that I can move him; though he will be unpredictable and wild.”
Eithne rolled her eyes. She was certain one discreet, pious Mangeur Sang could be concealed within the confines of the Abbey, but two, one of them male and recognisable as Raymond de Merville well that was unlikely. Sighing she offered up a silent prayer for strength to deal with this and for forgiveness on account of the lies she would doubtless need to tell over the coming days.
“Tell me Ina, why did you not just leave him on the beach?”
Ina paused and chose her words carefully. “Reverend Mother, a newly sired Mangeur Sang is like a newborn, one which grows quickly and is demanding, they are unpredictable, angry and often violent. Most of all they are afraid, unsure of themselves; can you imagine if he had been left to run riot over the countryside? Think of the havoc and terror he could wreak.”
Ina set Raymonds boots beside the hearth and rose to her feet. The two women fixed their gaze at one another, there was a complete understanding and a deep respect between them.
“This will be a trial for all of us drawn into this, not least for you Ina, you will need help and as Sister Matilda Is already part of this, she will be your assistant, I will help where I can. She can fetch and carry anything you need I do not want him left alone after what you have told me, neither do I want any of us to be alone with him.”
“As you wish. Though I can easily manage Sieur Raymond, and if Matilda stays she will have to know about Him.”
“And about you.”
Ina smiled “Reverend Mother, Sister Matilda is no fool.” “You think she knows...about you?” The Lay Sister sighed. “As I said she is no fool, at the very least I think she suspects something, remember she has been here long enough. Only two days ago she remarked that I didn’t seem any older than when she first met me.” Ina pursed her lips and shrugged. “The girl’s no gossip, although I’m not sure how she'll be when her suspicions are proven.”
“I shouldn’t worry, that girl has more sense than most, a good heart and,” Eithne added “A core of steel, she won’t buckle.”   “Then I’ll be glad of her help.” “Mine too I hope, I think it best I stay here for a while and give credence to our story.”
“You’d leave the Community in the tender care of that...” Ina cleared her throat. “Of the Prioress?”
“I have no choice; I must have faith that she can’t do too much damage in a few days.”
“My faith is not as strong as yours Reverend Mother, that bitch could start a uproar in an empty room.”
“Sister!” Ina heard the warning note, but the Abbess’ smirk gave the lie to it.
Ina busied herself laying a fire on the hearth but as she reached for the strike light, she sensed the slightest movement behind her and spun round. Raymond was levering himself from the chair, he scanned the room with wild eyes,  like a cornered animal confused and afraid. “Reverend Mother don’t move.”  Ina spoke softly but firmly without taking her eyes from Raymond. He was unsteady on his feet; his movements erratic. Suddenly he flared his nostrils drawing his lips back from his teeth with guttural growl, but there was something else. There was fear in his darkening eyes and that made him all the more dangerous.
As he lunged towards the Abbess, the Reverend Mother screamed and flung herself towards the doorway colliding with Sister Matilda returning from the stable. They tumbled to the floor in a tangle of habits and horse tack to lay pinned beneath a war saddle. What they saw next, they would never reveal to another soul. Sister Ina moved so swiftly she was a blur, and with one hand around his throat she shoved Raymond up against the far wall pinning him high up the wall with his toes not even touching the flagstones. Each inhale and exhale of her breath was a low, warning snarl and her voice growled from her throat.
“Let this be your first lesson de Merville, we do not feed from humans unless it is a last resort, or we are about to sire someone. The second lesson, do not mistake any kindness from me as weakness, the third lesson, remember that I can kill you with little effort and will not hesitate to do so if you do not abide by those rules.” She let him drop, he thudded to the floor and curled on his side with his knees to his chest. The keening sound he made was enough to shred a soul apart. “Don’t move.”  She spat at him and without a hint of fear she turned her back to him and went to help the others.  
Crawling outside the Abbess gulped in mouthfuls of cool evening air as the sweat of fear prickled on her brow and ran between her breasts.  Matilda slumped against the door frame trying to understand what she had just seen. Their confusion was interrupted by the sound of the bell calling the Nuns to prayer. The Novice scrambled to her feet and swore; sometimes you can’t take the village out of the girl. “I’m sorry Reverend Mother but I forgot to tell the Prioress about Vespers and everything.” She started to hare across to the Abbey one hand holding her skirts the other clamping her badly pinned Wimple to her head as Ina shouted after her. “Tell them whatever you have to so as to keep them away.” The Abbess shouted louder “But tell the Prioress I shall meet with her after prime each day!” She grinned weakly at Ina who was helping her to her feet having to accounting every day for her actions should take her down a peg or two.”
It was only as she ran, the Novice realised what she had heard. " WE do not feed from humans unless it is a last resort, or WE are about to sire someone. Her suspicions were proved and her stomach churned.
Eithne was a woman who was strong in mind, body and faith she had seen the worst and best of humanity, but this had shaken her and the Sister felt her tremble. For a few moments the Abbess stared across to the shattered man curled on the floor. Her face was a pale mask, completely devoid of emotion then it shifted into the expression of calm concern that Ina had seen so often. Pulling away from the Lay Sister, Eithne stepped towards Raymond and dropped to her knees only inches away from him. He flinched, shrinking away from her as she lay her cool hand against his cheek and whispered “Dominus vobiscum” my son.  He whimpered like a whipped cur but as he cracked open his eyes, he felt tears burn. Her small act of kindness and sweet smile had reached him and settled in his heart.
“Reverend Mother.” The Prioress stopped her pacing and whirled around as Matilda slid to a halt and stood gasping to catch her breath, “I have a message from the Abbess.” Another gasp. “She has been detained and asks that you preside over Vespers.” “Come closer Sister I have no intention of shouting across to you like a washerwoman it would be so undignified.” The Novice had stopped short a few feet away, she had made up her story as she raced across. The truth would suffer, but she was sure God would forgive her. “He’d better,” she thought “Or I’m damned for sure.”  “Forgive me Reverend Mother, but for your safety and that of the others, I must stand away from you” she hesitated for effect. “We have a visitor who has been taken ill, he was found approaching the Abbey, barely able to sit his horse.”   “And the nature of this illness.” Prioress Emma snapped and visibly took a step back. “Sister Ina doesn’t know and so the Abbess insists that he stays in the Guest House rather than in the infirmary,  she says those of us who have been near to him must keep away from everyone until we know what ails him.” Matilda saw Prioress Emma’s piggy eyes narrow, and a soft but unpleasant little smile settled on her lips as it dawned on her that she might have to lead the Abbey until the Abbess returned.
“I am also to say that the Abbess places her trust in you and hopes that you will take up the challenge of her duties until it is safe for her to return.”   The Prioress simpered. It was clear the suggestions were to her liking, and she wrapped her well-manicured fingers around the ornate crucifix at her breast. Plain carved oak is good enough for the Abbess thought Matilda. But that was Emma, status and show were all that concerned her, she didn’t have a charitable bone in her body and Matilda couldn’t think of anyone less devout in the whole of their community. Everyone knew she thought herself the equal of the Abbess, and that she would do whatever was necessary to step into those shoes, even for a short time.
“Tell the Reverend Mother I would consider it an honour to assist her in any way, and that I will try to discharge those duties with grace and humility.” The words slid out easily but there was no sincerity to them.
“I shall repeat exactly what you said, Reverend Mother, the Abbess asks that fresh food and clean linens be left outside the guest house each day. Sister Ina will collect whatever she needs from her herb store and will keep herself well away from everyone.” Matilda had adopted her best servile manner and was feeling proud of herself for spinning this tale to keep nosey Nuns away.
Emma waved a hand towards two of the older Nuns “Sister Bridget, Sister Hilda. You are excused Vespers for today follow Sister Matilda, you will take your instructions daily from the Abbess, no doubt as you are slow and hard of hearing she will explain very slowly and carefully what is required of you.” With that she swept away like a ship in full sail full of her own pomposity.
“Oh, Reverend Mother, I almost forgot, The Abbess commands that you meet with her every day after the office of Prime to discuss Abbey Business.” The Prioress bristled at that,  scowled over her shoulder at the Novice then flounced away.
“What a Cow,” Bridget mumbled, and Hilda sniggered. “Aye slow and careful and we hear what we need to Come on Sister ” They hurried after Matilda who was actually skipping towards the guest house.
There was no one in the lower chamber and Matilda raced up the stairs, shouting to let Abbess Eithne know two of the Sisters were outside waiting to be given their instructions.” She flew into the bedchamber and saw that Raymond had been manoeuvred into bed. He lay still and pale against the mound of pillows, the covers were pushed down to his waist. Scars crisscrossed his body though it wasn’t those that made Matilda gasp but the wound on his neck. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop from retching.
“Don’t spew in here girl.” Ina snapped “Pick up his clothes and go and throw them on the fire.”
Matilda nodded, swallowed down the bile and snatched up any clothing that could identify him as a de Merville.  “All his clothes.” Ina nudged her foot against his chauses and braies. With a grimace the novice picked them up between finger and thumb before wrapping them in the cloak and tabard.
“You mean he’s naked, you stripped him naked?” She noticed a large bowl of water and some cloths set beside the bed. “And you washed him?” she squeaked.
Ina laughed “Of course. His clothes were damp, he was filthy and he stank.” She wrinkled her nose. “He still does a little and there was no way I was going to let him between clean linen in that state.” Matilda flushed, the last time she had seen a naked man she was twelve years old, and that was her two-year-old baby brother.
The Abbess smiled at her “Sister, it might surprise you to learn that we both lived for some time in the world before we came to this life, there isn’t much that surprises or shocks us. Now go and put those on the fire whilst I speak to the Sisters then come and tell me what you said to the Prioress.”
“Yes, Reverend Mother.” As she clattered down the stairs Eithne laughed, “this could be entertaining, she’s an excellent Mimic too, it will be as if we have the Prioress here with us” Ina laughed back then became serious. “Reverend Mother, Sieur Raymond must feed soon, but he is far too unpredictable and definitely too weak, I daren’t let him hunt on his own.”
“So, what do you propose?”
“I shall hunt for him, as soon as dusk is properly set, I’ll leave by the side gate and return by way of the infirmary to collect my supplies.” She saw the worried look on Abbess Eithne’s face. “I’m sorry Reverend Mother I know it means leaving you and Sister Matilda with him, but I’ll be as fast as I can, I promise.”
Eithne patted her arm. “We’ll manage.” Ina turned and stared out of the small window, Autumn was drawing near, the swifts screeched and wheeled dipping low on the wing to feed, fruit was beginning to ripen, and in a few weeks the pigs would soon be herded into the orchard to snuffle and feed on windfall apples. Four hundred Autumns since she’d been sired, and she already felt it was too many, though compared to some Mangeur Sang Ina was no more than a child. There were those she had come across in her past lives who could remember a time before the Romans, and they spoke of others far older.
It was impossible to know how long she would live, but the one constant through time, was that she needed to regularly create a new life for herself and it was getting close to that time.  She Sighed, then turned back to the Abbess. “I’ll go now, hopefully Raymond will rest until I return, you must be as quiet and calm as you can, no loud voices, no sudden movements and no candles he wouldn’t be able to stand it.”
“He seems to be sound asleep” Eithne smiled at him almost fondly
Ina smiled “Oh our kind rarely sleep and when we do it is only for a brief time, he is simply resting, I’ll send Matilda up to you, she should be done burning his clothes.”
The last smears of rose and lavender were fading from the evening sky as she made her way to the side gate. Rather than wrestle at the heavy bolt, she tucked up her skirts and scaled the massive wall in two moves, before dropping lightly to the grass below. Rabbits were the prey of choice. Moving so swiftly that she hardly left a print on the dampening grass, she soon had three rabbits and a large hare. There were no struggles, no squeals just seemingly an acceptance from another creature that this was the way of it. And for each one she gave a blessing, stroking their pelts and offering up a silent prayer for their sacrifice and for God’s bounty.
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hideandseek-forumrpg · 5 months
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Ancienne partenaire d'affaires
Il y a trois ans, alors que l'entreprise de Maddie allait plutôt bien, elle a engagé Camila afin qu'elle devienne son bras droit. Rapidement, elles sont devenues amies, confidentes. Maddie lui faisait complètement confiance, elles formaient une équipe du tonerre. Bien sûr, cela restait Maddie, la propriétaire. Celle qui gérait la compagnie d'organisatrice de mariage, c'était quand même elle la fondatrice. Ce qu'elle ne savait pas, c'est que dès le début, Camila jouait un jeu. Elle avait comme plan de se rapprocher d'elle, et de lui voler toutes ses idées. Car il y a trois semaines, Camila a donné sa démission, et contre toute attente, Maddie a appris qu'elle avait créé sa propre entreprise d'organisatrice de mariage. Lui volant par le fait-même plusieurs clients.
(f) prénom nom : la trentaine. nationalité, organisatrice de mariage. suggestion d'avatar — adelaide kane, camila morrone, phoebe tonkin, emma stone...
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romain-winkler · 10 months
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Alongé sur le le sable noir, repos de courte durée. Le grondement du volcan est doublé par le roulement du tonerre. 
Franck _ Stromboli 2015.
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louistonehill · 7 months
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"When you arrived at camp two days ago... whatever it was, Dina, it was so powerful no one dared approach you. No one except Tano."
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furrystarfishpanda · 1 year
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Dumping these here for safekeeping:)
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daybr43ks-lam8 · 1 year
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Lamb, everyone forgets things all the time. It’s normal!
So iasfor ge tttinf my wholeeee li f ewe u p untitlll Oc tonerr is normal???
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psy-vap · 2 years
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