025 - Elderberry
Nov. 22nd, 2013 06:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deadly_ned[Private to Alpha]
Digby and me are going to go to the dog shows.
If you want to come...I mean, if you don't have plans. You're not. Obligated. I'm not trying to hover, I only thought if you wanted...
...
[Spam, Port-side]
Young Ned was six years, sixteen weeks, two days, and four hours old when he attended his first state fair in the company of his father. He recalled very little of it, save that it was loud and overwhelming and had far too many people in it for comfort. He remembered attempting to cling to his father's hand, only to look up and discover that it was not his father he was clinging to, but a complete stranger.
He was lost.
It's twenty-four years later, and Young Ned is now the Piemaker. Who, as it were, is also lost. Not lost strictly in a locational sense; he knew precisely where he and faithful companion and Golden Retriever Digby stood. Rather, he felt as though a part of himself was lost from all the rest of the parts that made up him: he figured it would account for the emptiness he'd been feeling for quite some time.
He doubted he would find what he was looking for at the fair, but if ever there was a person to struggle on despite mounting insurmountable circumstances, it was the Piemaker. He considered it his duty to push on.
On the morning he stepped out into the fair in a time-and-space-appropriate suit, he made it his business to stay and watch the dog shows in the kennel down by the pier. Trained professionals brought their animals through hoops and up ramps and danced with them to the cheers of the crowd; the Piemaker and Digby watched from the stands.
Later in the week, he could be found drifting through the agricultural trade, aimlessly buying up fruits and preserves that he would never use, but thought to place them in Riddick's, Dean's, and even - for reasons the Piemaker couldn't quite place - Hannibal's kitchens.
And on the last day, he entered the barns to witness a live calf being born into the world. A sight that was as disgusting as it was miraculous.
He made it his business to stay far from the magic shows.]
Digby and me are going to go to the dog shows.
If you want to come...I mean, if you don't have plans. You're not. Obligated. I'm not trying to hover, I only thought if you wanted...
...
[Spam, Port-side]
Young Ned was six years, sixteen weeks, two days, and four hours old when he attended his first state fair in the company of his father. He recalled very little of it, save that it was loud and overwhelming and had far too many people in it for comfort. He remembered attempting to cling to his father's hand, only to look up and discover that it was not his father he was clinging to, but a complete stranger.
He was lost.
It's twenty-four years later, and Young Ned is now the Piemaker. Who, as it were, is also lost. Not lost strictly in a locational sense; he knew precisely where he and faithful companion and Golden Retriever Digby stood. Rather, he felt as though a part of himself was lost from all the rest of the parts that made up him: he figured it would account for the emptiness he'd been feeling for quite some time.
He doubted he would find what he was looking for at the fair, but if ever there was a person to struggle on despite mounting insurmountable circumstances, it was the Piemaker. He considered it his duty to push on.
On the morning he stepped out into the fair in a time-and-space-appropriate suit, he made it his business to stay and watch the dog shows in the kennel down by the pier. Trained professionals brought their animals through hoops and up ramps and danced with them to the cheers of the crowd; the Piemaker and Digby watched from the stands.
Later in the week, he could be found drifting through the agricultural trade, aimlessly buying up fruits and preserves that he would never use, but thought to place them in Riddick's, Dean's, and even - for reasons the Piemaker couldn't quite place - Hannibal's kitchens.
And on the last day, he entered the barns to witness a live calf being born into the world. A sight that was as disgusting as it was miraculous.
He made it his business to stay far from the magic shows.]
[private]
Date: 2013-11-22 11:22 pm (UTC)I'm coming. Just wardrobing at the moment. Be up soon.
[ Alpha is a preening dandy when he wants to be, deal with it. ]
[private]
Date: 2013-11-22 11:24 pm (UTC)That was an 'oh' of pleasant surprise by the way. I mean. I didn't know you liked this sort of thing.
And if you did like this sort of thing, I didn't know you liked this sort of thing and also simultaneously liked to stand beside me while this sort of thing was happening.
Is there a hat included?
[private]
Date: 2013-11-22 11:29 pm (UTC)[ Steamrolling your good feelings since... forever, that's Alpha. ]
It's sort of gelled into a desire to be the best dressed son of a bitch at nearly any given opportunity. So-- yes, I like it, in a more... organic sort of way. Inasmuch as I have an organic anything.
Also, you should bring your clothes to me and I'll make sure they suit you.
[private]
Date: 2013-11-22 11:31 pm (UTC)You don't have to be programmed to want to dress nice. The majority of people like to dress up for special occasions. It's like going to the opera.
...I've never actually been to the opera but I assume if I had, it would be like this.
They...fit me?
[private]
Date: 2013-11-22 11:32 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-22 11:35 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-23 12:22 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-23 12:22 am (UTC)[And a knocking the Piemaker will go, up to Alpha's bedroom door]
[private]
Date: 2013-11-23 12:32 am (UTC)Ah, there you are. Well, you don't look too bad -- let's fix the knot on your tie, though. [ He beckons him inward. ] Let's see if there's anything else you need.
[private]
Date: 2013-11-23 12:34 am (UTC)I'm not very good at ties.
[He's never had a father around long enough to teach him.]
[private]
Date: 2013-11-23 12:47 am (UTC)[ And he'll get that fixed up, make sure that the Piemaker's waistcoat is properly snug, and then straighten his coat. ]
[private]
Date: 2013-11-23 12:48 am (UTC)What did you want to go see first?
[private]
Date: 2013-11-23 01:11 am (UTC)[private]
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Date: 2013-11-25 07:12 am (UTC)[After twenty-two minutes, de Carabas finally lost patience and appeared (not supernaturally, just sneakily and rudely) at the entrance to the barn, wrinkling his nose at the smell.]
Are you done?
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Date: 2013-11-26 12:40 pm (UTC)He turned his head at the impatient call, looking the man over before turning back]
It isn't time to go back yet. Done with what?
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Date: 2013-12-08 04:21 am (UTC)[He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.]
Witnessing the wonders of life, apparently. Must you?
Re: spam
Date: 2013-12-11 12:50 pm (UTC)...Digby must too.
[Digby does not, in fact, seem to care much]
Sit down with me?
spam
Date: 2013-12-12 05:27 am (UTC)[The marquis exchanges a look with Digby like, I feel you. I feel you, Digby. With the not caring much.]
You want me to sit down with you and witness the wonders of life. [The deadest of pans.]
spam
Date: 2013-12-12 05:28 am (UTC)Yes. Please. I promise it'll be educational. You might even enjoy it.
spam
Date: 2013-12-21 03:22 am (UTC)[Except that he sighs heavily and flounces across the room to sit next to Ned. Because he wants to, not because Ned asked. He was going to sit down anyway.]
I don't feel educated yet.
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Date: 2013-12-21 03:30 am (UTC)You've never seen something being born before?
[Digby, in turn, gives a yawn and leans over to settle his head on the marquis' knee. In the pit, the cow starts to give off heavier breathing as legs and a head covered in fluids begins to emerge.]
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Date: 2013-12-21 03:35 am (UTC)[It was also from a distance, and then he stole the baby and ran away. Maybe, maybe not. Could be.]
[He pets Digby absently.]
Haven't you?
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Date: 2013-12-21 03:41 am (UTC)[Never being born, though. The Piemaker leans in to watch as farmhands help to kneel the cow down and pull the baby from her]
What were you like? As a child?
I mean. I know what I saw in that flood months and months ago. But I was little too. I didn't have the cognitive capacity to understand what I was seeing.
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Date: 2013-12-21 03:56 am (UTC)[He gives Digby another sharp look, as if maybe the dog put his owner up to this line of questioning. Eventually:]
Cruel. [And lonely. But he's not about to say that.]
spam
Date: 2013-12-21 03:59 am (UTC)Were your parents still alive?
[The cow in the pit seems to be midway through the birth now, still mooing and hemming. But the calf is still and isn't moving, halfway in and halfway out of its mother]
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