Illes of View

RP blog for Alazarin Madder-Lake, Winter Fairest Illes/Muse

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[rcah]

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[alazarin-red]

She hesitates, her silence pretty loud for a long moment. And then she sighs. “Dodo, my back hurts. I want a bed.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I…” he deflates with a sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, me too. And-and a stove. Or even a eh…even a microwave.”

[alazarin-red]

“A stove, so we can make hot cocoa, like we used to back home.” She nods firmly. “And a refrigerator, too, that’s important. I want to be able to have jelly and cream cheese on hand, not just peanut butter.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Fuck - eggs, we could eh…we could cook eggs. Dammit, now I want-want a fuckin’ garbage omelet.”

You know, when you throw whatever garbage you’ve got on hand into an omelet.

[alazarin-red]

“Me too. One of the local diners might have a skillet that’s close to garbage, to tide us over. But…once we have a place, I will cook you that omelet.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He squeezes her, his feathers tickling her cheek as he nuzzles her shoulder. “Wanna eh…wanna help me look, sometime? For-for a place?”

[alazarin-red]

“Alright. Best if we make a decision together.” She nods. “You know people will think we’re a couple, if we’re looking together, though, yeah?”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I mean…whatever?” He shrugs. “Doesn’t-doesn’t matter to me, if eh…if it doesn’t matter to you.”

[alazarin-red]

“Just something to be braced for, going into things.” She shrugs. “Better than being blind-sided by it.”

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[alazarin-red]

She hesitates, her silence pretty loud for a long moment. And then she sighs. “Dodo, my back hurts. I want a bed.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I…” he deflates with a sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, me too. And-and a stove. Or even a eh…even a microwave.”

[alazarin-red]

“A stove, so we can make hot cocoa, like we used to back home.” She nods firmly. “And a refrigerator, too, that’s important. I want to be able to have jelly and cream cheese on hand, not just peanut butter.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Fuck - eggs, we could eh…we could cook eggs. Dammit, now I want-want a fuckin’ garbage omelet.”

You know, when you throw whatever garbage you’ve got on hand into an omelet.

[alazarin-red]

“Me too. One of the local diners might have a skillet that’s close to garbage, to tide us over. But…once we have a place, I will cook you that omelet.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He squeezes her, his feathers tickling her cheek as he nuzzles her shoulder. “Wanna eh…wanna help me look, sometime? For-for a place?”

[alazarin-red]

“Alright. Best if we make a decision together.” She nods. “You know people will think we’re a couple, if we’re looking together, though, yeah?”

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[alazarin-red]

She hesitates, her silence pretty loud for a long moment. And then she sighs. “Dodo, my back hurts. I want a bed.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I…” he deflates with a sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, me too. And-and a stove. Or even a eh…even a microwave.”

[alazarin-red]

“A stove, so we can make hot cocoa, like we used to back home.” She nods firmly. “And a refrigerator, too, that’s important. I want to be able to have jelly and cream cheese on hand, not just peanut butter.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Fuck - eggs, we could eh…we could cook eggs. Dammit, now I want-want a fuckin’ garbage omelet.”

You know, when you throw whatever garbage you’ve got on hand into an omelet.

[alazarin-red]

“Me too. One of the local diners might have a skillet that’s close to garbage, to tide us over. But...once we have a place, I will cook you that omelet.”

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[alazarin-red]

She hesitates, her silence pretty loud for a long moment. And then she sighs. “Dodo, my back hurts. I want a bed.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I…” he deflates with a sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, me too. And-and a stove. Or even a eh…even a microwave.”

[alazarin-red]

“A stove, so we can make hot cocoa, like we used to back home.” She nods firmly. “And a refrigerator, too, that’s important. I want to be able to have jelly and cream cheese on hand, not just peanut butter.”

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[alazarin-red]

She hesitates, her silence pretty loud for a long moment. And then she sighs. “Dodo, my back hurts. I want a bed.”

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He yelps in surprise and shifts away, his face full of mock-indignance. “’S fucking cold,” he hisses, and shakes his head.

“Come-come cuddle, if you want but eh…but keep your cold hands off. I’m all eh…I’m all cozy.”

[alazarin-red]

Rin climbs under the blanket, careful not to disturb any of his tools or his project, snuggling up with her back against his chest.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He hums happily and rests his chin on her shoulder. “So I…I got to looking at Craigslist today.” He’s more halting than usual, and he tenses just a little as he speaks.

[alazarin-red]

“Whatcha find? Actually, first, what was it you were there to look for?” She curls in close, wrapping one of his arms over herself.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Looking for jobs. Anything that’s not eh…that’s not too sketchy.” He pulls her in, settling his arm comfortable across her.

“Got to looking at eh…got to looking at - at apartments.”

[alazarin-red]

“Lemme guess, there’s fuck-all that we can even dream of affording available?”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Well…” He shifts a little. “No, actually, there’s eh…there’s some affordable shit. If-if we both find work. Few places looked like the kind that - that don’t ask for references, and shit like that.”

This, coming from the guy who’s still convinced he’s just ‘seeing how it is’ here and ‘doesn’t think it’s a good idea to stay.’

[alazarin-red]

“Getting work. Renting a place. Damn, Dorian, that sounds pretty…rooted. Are we ready for that?” She blinks a couple times.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I…I mean you seemed pretty eh…pretty set on staying here. I thought? I haven’t made any - any solid plans or anything.”

[alazarin-red]

“I mean. I do want to stay here, it’s just. Those are big scary steps.” She lets out a soft little laugh. “I trust you, though. If we’re up for this, let’s do it. Get jobs, make a home...make friends? Make a life.”

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He yelps in surprise and shifts away, his face full of mock-indignance. “’S fucking cold,” he hisses, and shakes his head.

“Come-come cuddle, if you want but eh…but keep your cold hands off. I’m all eh…I’m all cozy.”

[alazarin-red]

Rin climbs under the blanket, careful not to disturb any of his tools or his project, snuggling up with her back against his chest.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He hums happily and rests his chin on her shoulder. “So I…I got to looking at Craigslist today.” He’s more halting than usual, and he tenses just a little as he speaks.

[alazarin-red]

“Whatcha find? Actually, first, what was it you were there to look for?” She curls in close, wrapping one of his arms over herself.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Looking for jobs. Anything that’s not eh…that’s not too sketchy.” He pulls her in, settling his arm comfortable across her.

“Got to looking at eh…got to looking at - at apartments.”

[alazarin-red]

“Lemme guess, there’s fuck-all that we can even dream of affording available?”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Well…” He shifts a little. “No, actually, there’s eh…there’s some affordable shit. If-if we both find work. Few places looked like the kind that - that don’t ask for references, and shit like that.”

This, coming from the guy who’s still convinced he’s just ‘seeing how it is’ here and ‘doesn’t think it’s a good idea to stay.’

[alazarin-red]

“Getting work. Renting a place. Damn, Dorian, that sounds pretty...rooted. Are we ready for that?” She blinks a couple times.

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He yelps in surprise and shifts away, his face full of mock-indignance. “’S fucking cold,” he hisses, and shakes his head.

“Come-come cuddle, if you want but eh…but keep your cold hands off. I’m all eh…I’m all cozy.”

[alazarin-red]

Rin climbs under the blanket, careful not to disturb any of his tools or his project, snuggling up with her back against his chest.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He hums happily and rests his chin on her shoulder. “So I…I got to looking at Craigslist today.” He’s more halting than usual, and he tenses just a little as he speaks.

[alazarin-red]

“Whatcha find? Actually, first, what was it you were there to look for?” She curls in close, wrapping one of his arms over herself.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Looking for jobs. Anything that’s not eh…that’s not too sketchy.” He pulls her in, settling his arm comfortable across her.

“Got to looking at eh…got to looking at - at apartments.”

[alazarin-red]

“Lemme guess, there’s fuck-all that we can even dream of affording available?”

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He yelps in surprise and shifts away, his face full of mock-indignance. “’S fucking cold,” he hisses, and shakes his head.

“Come-come cuddle, if you want but eh…but keep your cold hands off. I’m all eh…I’m all cozy.”

[alazarin-red]

Rin climbs under the blanket, careful not to disturb any of his tools or his project, snuggling up with her back against his chest.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He hums happily and rests his chin on her shoulder. “So I…I got to looking at Craigslist today.” He’s more halting than usual, and he tenses just a little as he speaks.

[alazarin-red]

“Whatcha find? Actually, first, what was it you were there to look for?” She curls in close, wrapping one of his arms over herself.

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

He yelps in surprise and shifts away, his face full of mock-indignance. “’S fucking cold,” he hisses, and shakes his head.

“Come-come cuddle, if you want but eh…but keep your cold hands off. I’m all eh…I’m all cozy.”

[alazarin-red]

Rin climbs under the blanket, careful not to disturb any of his tools or his project, snuggling up with her back against his chest.

[alazarin-red]

Dorian's been spending most of his days in the library, when he's not wandering around town looking for "Help Wanted" posters. He's not picky, or anything, but job searches are fucking hard. Especially when you're living out of a van and don't have any references, really. So tonight, he's curled up in a blanket in the van, putting the finishing touches on a mounted squirrel with vivid green eyes and a forked tongue.

Rin returns to the van from a trip to a convenience store, with peanut butter and bagels and soda, and the first thing she does once she’s back inside is stick a cold hand under the blanket to touch his ankle.

[alazarin-red]

"Jesus fuck, I'm getting too old for this." Bugsy made some attempt at stretching his arms, after a long night consisting of concerts and drinking and a couple of scraps. Now, however, it was the wee hours just before morning, and the courier had a different kind of package to deliver. "C'mon, Rin, let's getcha home."

Rin has taken part in at least one of the scraps and has some asshole’s blood under her red-painted fingernails, and her hair’s a mess and she smells vaguely like boozahol and vomit. It’s been a pretty good night.

“I mean, is it really a home? It’s just to where Dodo parked the van today. Not exactly a mansion, but it is back to him I guess and he’s my home. But really though, ‘snot like it’s getting me back to a proper kinduva place.” Her words are heavily slurred, and she’s definitely not exactly walking in straight lines, either.

[alazarin-red]

She sighs heavily, leaning into him for warmth and support even as she tries to work out how even to respond to his words.

“You know in the morning, I’m probably going to pretend I was so drunk I don’t remember you saying any of this, right? Seems easier.”

[push-that-pesticide]

“Sure. Your choice, Al- can I call you Al? You can call me Betty. Fuck that’s a good song.”

He could change topics, if that’s where she was headed.

“If you be my bodyguard, I could be your looong lost paaaal,”

He crooned, his voice about as beat up as his car, but in a pleasant, Waits-ian sort of way. Any sort of profundity had clearly left him by now, replaced with tiredness and whatever alcohol was left in his system.

[alazarin-red]

“I mean, I usually prefer Rin, but if you’re going to sing to me...” She manages a laugh as the worn down van comes into sight. “Well, here’s my stop.”

[alazarin-red]

"Jesus fuck, I'm getting too old for this." Bugsy made some attempt at stretching his arms, after a long night consisting of concerts and drinking and a couple of scraps. Now, however, it was the wee hours just before morning, and the courier had a different kind of package to deliver. "C'mon, Rin, let's getcha home."

Rin has taken part in at least one of the scraps and has some asshole’s blood under her red-painted fingernails, and her hair’s a mess and she smells vaguely like boozahol and vomit. It’s been a pretty good night.

“I mean, is it really a home? It’s just to where Dodo parked the van today. Not exactly a mansion, but it is back to him I guess and he’s my home. But really though, ‘snot like it’s getting me back to a proper kinduva place.” Her words are heavily slurred, and she’s definitely not exactly walking in straight lines, either.

[alazarin-red]

She sighs heavily, leaning into him for warmth and support even as she tries to work out how even to respond to his words.

“You know in the morning, I’m probably going to pretend I was so drunk I don’t remember you saying any of this, right? Seems easier.”

[alazarin-red]

"Jesus fuck, I'm getting too old for this." Bugsy made some attempt at stretching his arms, after a long night consisting of concerts and drinking and a couple of scraps. Now, however, it was the wee hours just before morning, and the courier had a different kind of package to deliver. "C'mon, Rin, let's getcha home."

Rin has taken part in at least one of the scraps and has some asshole’s blood under her red-painted fingernails, and her hair’s a mess and she smells vaguely like boozahol and vomit. It’s been a pretty good night.

“I mean, is it really a home? It’s just to where Dodo parked the van today. Not exactly a mansion, but it is back to him I guess and he’s my home. But really though, ‘snot like it’s getting me back to a proper kinduva place.” Her words are heavily slurred, and she’s definitely not exactly walking in straight lines, either.

[alazarin-red]

“It’s really not a big thing, this is fine.” But that’s sharp and immediate and defensive, the refrain of an addict who will swear she can quit whenever she wants to. It’s the same old story, the same old song and dance that Bugsy’s probably seen play out several times, all with bad endings of one sort or another.

At least she’s not driving, so that’s not a possibility.

[push-that-pesticide]

“Suit yourself,” Bugsy finished rolling his cigarette and stood for a minute, letting the smoke waft away from him and keeping his eyes on the street around them.

“I’m not your fuckin’ dad. But if I outlive you, I’m gonna be pissed. I might not even go shirtless at your funeral.”

[alazarin-red]

“It’s better to burn out, than to fade away. Besides, my funeral won’t be much of a party. Might just be you and Dorian there. No strippers, no costume contest, no fun at all.”

[push-that-pesticide]

“Bein’ old isn’t that bad. Shit, I always figured I’d die in my 20s. Get my shit kicked in by someone, or something. But look at me now, nearly 30, and ain’t I just the picture of happiness?”

He grinned, the dim pre-dawn light glinting off his teeth.

“That ain’t flying either, we’re gonna make it a fuckin’ party. ’S what you would’ve wanted.”

[alazarin-red]

“Picture of something.” She huffs, but the bulk of her attention seems to be turned inward. That statement about how he figured he’d die in his 20s struck a chord, apparently.

[push-that-pesticide]

He’d seen that look before. Seen it in himself more than once.

“Not all of us get to die young and gorgeous and tragic. Some of us gotta keep living when it’s ugly and boring. It sucks, but some parts are okay. ’ do a lot more at than I used to. Have more friends, seen a lot more places. Shit, I have a dog. That’s pretty okay.”

[alazarin-red]

“I’m sure it is.” She shrugs. “You seem to have a handle on this…living…thing.”

[push-that-pesticide]

He shrugged, “I just found out what works for me. The minute you stop tryin’ to tick all the boxes, that’s when shit gets okay. If I can be the old hag that I feel like I am for a minute,”

He hunched his shoulders, pointing a crooked finger in her direction and putting on an ‘old lady’ sort of voice.

“Ya seem like you’re not living for yourself.”

[alazarin-red]

“So? Dorian’s a perfectly good person to continue to stay alive for.”

And then she catches what she just said, and grimaces. “I don’t mean it like that. Don’t tell him I said that, okay?”

[alazarin-red]

"Jesus fuck, I'm getting too old for this." Bugsy made some attempt at stretching his arms, after a long night consisting of concerts and drinking and a couple of scraps. Now, however, it was the wee hours just before morning, and the courier had a different kind of package to deliver. "C'mon, Rin, let's getcha home."

Rin has taken part in at least one of the scraps and has some asshole’s blood under her red-painted fingernails, and her hair’s a mess and she smells vaguely like boozahol and vomit. It’s been a pretty good night.

“I mean, is it really a home? It’s just to where Dodo parked the van today. Not exactly a mansion, but it is back to him I guess and he’s my home. But really though, ‘snot like it’s getting me back to a proper kinduva place.” Her words are heavily slurred, and she’s definitely not exactly walking in straight lines, either.

[alazarin-red]

“It’s really not a big thing, this is fine.” But that’s sharp and immediate and defensive, the refrain of an addict who will swear she can quit whenever she wants to. It’s the same old story, the same old song and dance that Bugsy’s probably seen play out several times, all with bad endings of one sort or another.

At least she’s not driving, so that’s not a possibility.

[push-that-pesticide]

“Suit yourself,” Bugsy finished rolling his cigarette and stood for a minute, letting the smoke waft away from him and keeping his eyes on the street around them.

“I’m not your fuckin’ dad. But if I outlive you, I’m gonna be pissed. I might not even go shirtless at your funeral.”

[alazarin-red]

“It’s better to burn out, than to fade away. Besides, my funeral won’t be much of a party. Might just be you and Dorian there. No strippers, no costume contest, no fun at all.”

[push-that-pesticide]

“Bein’ old isn’t that bad. Shit, I always figured I’d die in my 20s. Get my shit kicked in by someone, or something. But look at me now, nearly 30, and ain’t I just the picture of happiness?”

He grinned, the dim pre-dawn light glinting off his teeth.

“That ain’t flying either, we’re gonna make it a fuckin’ party. ’S what you would’ve wanted.”

[alazarin-red]

“Picture of something.” She huffs, but the bulk of her attention seems to be turned inward. That statement about how he figured he’d die in his 20s struck a chord, apparently.

[push-that-pesticide]

He’d seen that look before. Seen it in himself more than once.

“Not all of us get to die young and gorgeous and tragic. Some of us gotta keep living when it’s ugly and boring. It sucks, but some parts are okay. ’ do a lot more at than I used to. Have more friends, seen a lot more places. Shit, I have a dog. That’s pretty okay.”

[alazarin-red]

“I’m sure it is.” She shrugs. “You seem to have a handle on this...living...thing.”