Not dead yet
May. 9th, 2008 06:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdJust working hard.
Line haul was late two days running so I was late getting home. And last night was return night...
Ah well, any job where I'm not castrating sheep with my teeth is a GOOD job.
(Reading My Wicked, Wicked Ways, I'm learning more about lousy types of work than I ever wanted to know.)
Finished Lord Withycombe. Can't seem to get going on Shell-shocked. Read it over, reformatted it and it's pretty good so far. Gonna kick Nicky into Sean mode and make him work tonight.
Four B was about what Sean had expected: older than his place, airier and not so dingy. It was filled with furniture that had been second-hand two tenets ago. Most of it was the same height as Gabe's chair. The counters had been lowered for him. A hot plate sat on a lower counter, in place of the stove whose knobs Gabe could not reach. A low futon filled the bedroom floor, under a wall full of posters. Sean recognized Jim Morrison, and a couple others looked vaguely familiar.
Half of the front room could be curtained off. It was hung with tapestries and rugs and a large astrological chart. The profusion of tassels and pillows made it look like insane gypsies--insane, colorblind gypsies, Sean amended silently―had run riot. The little table held a covered crystal ball, and the whole place smelled vaguely of incense. Sean didn't miss the small statue of a man with antlers hanging on the wall of Gabe's area. It was about where a Catholic family would hang a crucifix or Sacred Heart painting.
"Atmosphere is everything,” Gabe said when he caught Sean looking.
"It's all on the floor." Sean looked puzzled. “How do you---?”
"Get there? Getting down out of the chair is easy enough. As for how I get around...You ever see a movie called Freaks?”
"One of my favorites." Then it hit Sean. “You walk in on your hands like Johnnie Eck." He caught himself making the motion and stopped hastily.
"Exactly. It has quite the effect. Gabriel Herne, the Half-gypsy, in whom deformity of the body has opened the third eye. I have a whole costume.” Sean gave a half smile at that and sat down on the sofa. Gabe wheeled over to face him.
"I'm sorry about the cafe. I just --” Sean started
"Shh." Gabe laid a finger on his lips. “It's all right. Do you know, you're the first person who has really looked at me in a year? The first to offer coffee or even treat me like a real person? And then you being gay on top of it...I'm sorry I came on too strong.”
Sean nodded. “I know. You're in a chair, you're invisible. I have one of my attacks, and they might as well throw an invisibility cloak on me. The only people who can see me are kids and cops.”
Gabe smiled. “Well, then. I'm just gonna look out for you.”
"And I'll look at you." Sean knew he was staring, that he hadn't taken his eyes off of Gabe. “You're good looking. And I confess, I was looking at your crotch. Can you still?”
"They took the legs, not my gear," Gabe grinned. "I can do anything you can do, except play hopscotch."
I got inspiration on Kerlak's Dragon story.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mikasteelell, how'd you like to be a reporter on a crypto-zoology beat?
Read over Nick & Corban...Gonna take some serious work to get a novel out of it.
Signed for Bun to do a world Histroy paper and Obi to Algebra camp and Dollface to do summer school.
Everyone's doping something this summer except Jonner.
Line haul was late two days running so I was late getting home. And last night was return night...
Ah well, any job where I'm not castrating sheep with my teeth is a GOOD job.
(Reading My Wicked, Wicked Ways, I'm learning more about lousy types of work than I ever wanted to know.)
Finished Lord Withycombe. Can't seem to get going on Shell-shocked. Read it over, reformatted it and it's pretty good so far. Gonna kick Nicky into Sean mode and make him work tonight.
Four B was about what Sean had expected: older than his place, airier and not so dingy. It was filled with furniture that had been second-hand two tenets ago. Most of it was the same height as Gabe's chair. The counters had been lowered for him. A hot plate sat on a lower counter, in place of the stove whose knobs Gabe could not reach. A low futon filled the bedroom floor, under a wall full of posters. Sean recognized Jim Morrison, and a couple others looked vaguely familiar.
Half of the front room could be curtained off. It was hung with tapestries and rugs and a large astrological chart. The profusion of tassels and pillows made it look like insane gypsies--insane, colorblind gypsies, Sean amended silently―had run riot. The little table held a covered crystal ball, and the whole place smelled vaguely of incense. Sean didn't miss the small statue of a man with antlers hanging on the wall of Gabe's area. It was about where a Catholic family would hang a crucifix or Sacred Heart painting.
"Atmosphere is everything,” Gabe said when he caught Sean looking.
"It's all on the floor." Sean looked puzzled. “How do you---?”
"Get there? Getting down out of the chair is easy enough. As for how I get around...You ever see a movie called Freaks?”
"One of my favorites." Then it hit Sean. “You walk in on your hands like Johnnie Eck." He caught himself making the motion and stopped hastily.
"Exactly. It has quite the effect. Gabriel Herne, the Half-gypsy, in whom deformity of the body has opened the third eye. I have a whole costume.” Sean gave a half smile at that and sat down on the sofa. Gabe wheeled over to face him.
"I'm sorry about the cafe. I just --” Sean started
"Shh." Gabe laid a finger on his lips. “It's all right. Do you know, you're the first person who has really looked at me in a year? The first to offer coffee or even treat me like a real person? And then you being gay on top of it...I'm sorry I came on too strong.”
Sean nodded. “I know. You're in a chair, you're invisible. I have one of my attacks, and they might as well throw an invisibility cloak on me. The only people who can see me are kids and cops.”
Gabe smiled. “Well, then. I'm just gonna look out for you.”
"And I'll look at you." Sean knew he was staring, that he hadn't taken his eyes off of Gabe. “You're good looking. And I confess, I was looking at your crotch. Can you still?”
"They took the legs, not my gear," Gabe grinned. "I can do anything you can do, except play hopscotch."
I got inspiration on Kerlak's Dragon story.
mikasteelell, how'd you like to be a reporter on a crypto-zoology beat?Read over Nick & Corban...Gonna take some serious work to get a novel out of it.
Signed for Bun to do a world Histroy paper and Obi to Algebra camp and Dollface to do summer school.
Everyone's doping something this summer except Jonner.
