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houseofcards_rp2013-06-09 05:56 pm
dreamsofwords) wrote in houseofcards_rp2013-06-09 05:56 pm
[OTA] Like Sands Through the Hourglass
It's weird, living with someone. Alasdair doesn't really think he's ever done it, at least not since he moved out of the family apartment - and with three sisters, he'd done that early, out of self-defense. It's not that Iggy's a bad roommate in the least; he's quiet, clean, neat, and doesn't expect Alasdair to provide dinner every night - or even most nights. If you had to have a roommate, you could do a lot worse.
Still, it's got him under some stress. Alasdair keeps secrets, after all, even if they're...sort of ridiculous secrets born more of pride than anything else. He can hide his writing career from Elani because she's not there every night, and she doesn't wander uninvited into rooms, but Iggy's living there - surely he's going to go into the library one of the days when Alasdair hasn't neatly locked away all the evidence of a career as a bestselling mystery novelist.
And then there's the missing 'rejection letter.' He'd brushed it off when he'd mentioned it to Iggy, but it's keeping him up at night. Because he knows it's not a rejection letter, it's Eve's notes on the latest Stacy Wheelock, and anyone paying any attention to the details is going to see that.
On top of all that, he's thirty-two today, something he's mostly kept on the down low. Thirty-two, he thinks as he drops onto a bench and stares across the Green at the tower. He was sure that by this time in his life he wouldn't still be teaching English. And he would have never imagined he was writing....potboilers.
What a life.
Still, it's got him under some stress. Alasdair keeps secrets, after all, even if they're...sort of ridiculous secrets born more of pride than anything else. He can hide his writing career from Elani because she's not there every night, and she doesn't wander uninvited into rooms, but Iggy's living there - surely he's going to go into the library one of the days when Alasdair hasn't neatly locked away all the evidence of a career as a bestselling mystery novelist.
And then there's the missing 'rejection letter.' He'd brushed it off when he'd mentioned it to Iggy, but it's keeping him up at night. Because he knows it's not a rejection letter, it's Eve's notes on the latest Stacy Wheelock, and anyone paying any attention to the details is going to see that.
On top of all that, he's thirty-two today, something he's mostly kept on the down low. Thirty-two, he thinks as he drops onto a bench and stares across the Green at the tower. He was sure that by this time in his life he wouldn't still be teaching English. And he would have never imagined he was writing....potboilers.
What a life.