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houseofcards_rp2013-02-15 07:36 pm
isadisease) wrote in houseofcards_rp2013-02-15 07:36 pm
[OTA] We're just beautiful imitations
'-the distant past is one of those things that can enrich ignorance. It is infinitely malleable and agreeable-'
Space became more limited, hallways more crowded, quiet more elusive and air more stifling. There, at the castle. Although Archie wasn't too perturbed by the invasion - didn't really notice it, not consciously at least - a small voice became more and more persistent that it was unbearable and that they must leave for their own safety's and happiness' sake.
Too tired to argue with it (her), he complied.
Crisp, clean winter air against his face, the Spade wandered outside, listening to her idle chatter as he meandered through town until he reached Mike's Bar - and entered. He didn't come here often enough to be considered a regular but he was a somewhat familiar face. Memorable because not many people came here to read or do paperwork. But to each their own. At least he knew how to take his drink serious and wasn't one of those people who clung to just one drink all night.
'This is much better, don't you think, Arch?'
'If you say so, sis.'
'Go on, go on!'
'With what?'
'What you've been thinking about all day!'
Sighing softly, Archie flipped a page of the book he wasn't reading, picking up in his head where he'd stopped earlier.
'-far more obliging than the future and far less demanding of our efforts. It is the-'
'-the famous season favoured by all mythology! Who... who...'
'Who has not, at one time or another, played with thoughts of his ancestors, with the prehistory of his flesh and blood?'
'Who wrote that? Borgia?'
'Borges, sis, Borges.'
'Do you dream of playing with the prehistory of our flesh and blood?'
A difficult question, a difficult word - prehistory. As he mulled it over in his head, his mouth went off on its own.
"Everything is permissible in our dreams."
Space became more limited, hallways more crowded, quiet more elusive and air more stifling. There, at the castle. Although Archie wasn't too perturbed by the invasion - didn't really notice it, not consciously at least - a small voice became more and more persistent that it was unbearable and that they must leave for their own safety's and happiness' sake.
Too tired to argue with it (her), he complied.
Crisp, clean winter air against his face, the Spade wandered outside, listening to her idle chatter as he meandered through town until he reached Mike's Bar - and entered. He didn't come here often enough to be considered a regular but he was a somewhat familiar face. Memorable because not many people came here to read or do paperwork. But to each their own. At least he knew how to take his drink serious and wasn't one of those people who clung to just one drink all night.
'This is much better, don't you think, Arch?'
'If you say so, sis.'
'Go on, go on!'
'With what?'
'What you've been thinking about all day!'
Sighing softly, Archie flipped a page of the book he wasn't reading, picking up in his head where he'd stopped earlier.
'-far more obliging than the future and far less demanding of our efforts. It is the-'
'-the famous season favoured by all mythology! Who... who...'
'Who has not, at one time or another, played with thoughts of his ancestors, with the prehistory of his flesh and blood?'
'Who wrote that? Borgia?'
'Borges, sis, Borges.'
'Do you dream of playing with the prehistory of our flesh and blood?'
A difficult question, a difficult word - prehistory. As he mulled it over in his head, his mouth went off on its own.
"Everything is permissible in our dreams."
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He might regret those words soon enough, but they were more or less true at the time. For a given value of truth.
"I didn't think you were the sort for nursing people, Mr. Valerian."
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"You'd be right. I'm not." Lifting his glass, he hides the smile behind it. "But for our Faces, I'll gladly make an exception."
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"We are, of course, grateful to have all the help we can get."
Particularly when people were starting fights in the halls.
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"Well, I'm at your service, my lord." Whether it would readily be called upon is a different matter. The Valerians have a reputation of being... shall we say reluctant when it comes to serving and while Archie is considered more amicable and mellow than his father, he knows that not many would willingly put their lives into his hands. Which is a little bit insulting if you think about it but what can you do.