#white swallow

[a-ngua]

Spring is here definitely!

White swallow! O_O

I didn't even know they exists! 💖

[loftec]

White Swallow Chapter Twelve

Mickey feels very far away, suspended in a mass of nothing pressing around his every molecule. The words are muddled and distorted when they reach him, as though under water and through walls and wires, the sound waves shaking his whole narrowed down world like jelly.

[coxefamily]

Another find from the "Ephemera Fair" in Greenwich, CT: a couple of old advertising cards advertising Winsor's Regular Line. 

As you can guess from the price the dealer was asking ($1,000 each!) I didn't go home with either of them. But still cool to see!

Pammy adds: “I have a framed poster with two advertisements for the Winsor Line. Pocahontas is one, similar to the one you saw, Charles, and the other one is Stars and Stripes, both clippers.  I suppose they might be cards in fact....So now I know to be careful with them!”

Wow, yes -- take care of that, Pammy! Dealers would pay a pretty penny for it. The ones I showed were the cheap ones -- there were a couple others I wasn't allowed to photograph that were priced at $1,900 each. The explanation I got was that the chemical they used to make the metallic paint turned out to be highly toxic, so they had to stop making these cards after a short period of time, making them very scarce.

[loftec]

White Swallow Chapter Eleven

This is it.

The door is already open, so flattening his palm against the cold steel he pushes it all the way to the side, carefully stepping over the rounded, high threshold.

[loftec]

White Swallow Chapter Ten

“You awake?”

[loftec]

White Swallow Chapter Nine

There’s something new in the air, besides the stale metallic cold of the rusty hovercraft, something young and familiar. Something lost. Ian snaps his eyes open when he feels his warm breath bounce off something and flow back in his face, and he tentatively moves his arm when he slowly realizes that it’s hugging around something, someone.

[loftec]

White Swallow Chapter Eight

Straightening up and closing the generator back up, Ian screws the cover in place and turns to the monitor. The range is pretty short without the boost of the ship’s core but at least they’ve got a good view of a five klick radius, and other than the steadily pulsating dot of the Nightingale, smack in the middle of the screen, it’s all clear on all fronts. For now. 

[loftec]

White Swallow Chapter Seven

Ian rolls over to his secondary keyboard and frowning he brings up an isolated set of moving code on one of the smaller monitors. There’s some movement obscuring and blurring the scene but right in the middle of it, shining and familiar, is Mickey. Ian doesn’t even see the code anymore. When he first got unplugged it’d been confusing and overwhelming, but he doesn’t see the code anymore, just people and things, and Mickey. He sees a little too much of Mickey, probably, but he can’t help it. As long as he’s doing his job, he can’t find any harm in also keeping a watchful eye on his boyfriend.