not_that_spike: (sitting smoking)
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He's never been the kind of guy to go in for pacing. It's annoying, never mind being a waste of time. Nah, other people can pace all they want. What he does is sit on his ass and smoke. It's a much more enjoyable way of fretting. In between smokes, he picks at some of the paint splattered on his skin. Most of it's gone and what he realizes for the first time as he looks down at the tiny flecks on his flesh is that it's almost the same color blue as Beth's bathing suit.

She'll like that.

It's detail work, cutting in paint to the sides of a ceiling and without a damn roller, it's hard covering the rest. Hard on the back. But if Beth could do it back in Room 8 over the bar, he can sure as fuck do it in their rooms in the House of Arch. Especially in the nursery; the ceiling's a little lower there and he rigged a kind of little low scaffolding thing so he could get back and forth with the paint more easily. And once Junior's room was done -- at least the blue part -- and he moved her crib back in there, and the rocking chair, and the bureau... well, he started on their room: his and Beth's. It's been a fun little challenge and he knows she'll like it when she comes back.

But he's getting tired of waiting. Real tired, and tired of alone and there's no damn reason to be all alone. Beth's not. She's out there with Hero and some Russian girl named Natalya and some twins who are doctors, and the astronaut and her baby. And hell, he can be a downright sociable guy when he actually sets his mind to it, and that's why he's sitting in the living room smoking instead of pacing, fresh coffee on in the kitchen, the partially built Lego dream castle (she did say there was no such thing as thinking too big for a dream house) moved to one side.

Hopefully, Tom will be here pretty soon. He's always kind of hated sitting around waiting.

Date: 2007-03-21 03:53 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (curious)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
Tom chimes the painting.

"Hullo, Spike. May I come in?"

He could walk in, of course, but that's simply not polite.

Date: 2007-03-21 04:05 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (3M concerned)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
He does so, and sits down in one of the chairs near the sofa.

"So I take it you're still on your own? How are you holding up?"

Date: 2007-03-21 04:19 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (2 troubled)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"I don't know how you can bloody well stand it. I can't stand it when Door goes off to appointments on her own. She has to deal with certain clans who still don't trust me or don't care for men. It bothers me to let her, although as she points out, I'm more at risk in the Underside than she is."

He shifts in his seat, wishing suddenly for a scotch.

"How much longer do you think they'll be?"

Date: 2007-03-21 04:34 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (another serious close up)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"Other stuff would suit me just fine."

While Spike might not sound angry, Tom knows frustration when he hears it.

"Well, she might think I'm at risk, but I carry on with what must be done. She's gone to certain meetings, and I've followed, without her knowing. I know you can't freely go to Beth's world. Perhaps there are ways to get round that, if you need to be there."

There are always ways around things if you're a Slytherin.

Date: 2007-03-23 01:14 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (2 charming devil)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
Tom goes, of course, for the bottle of whiskey. Pouring a glass, he sits back as well.

"Mind you, I've not done it often, and even then it was mostly in the early days of our relationship when I had more than a little of 1954 still in me - I was a bit disinclined to believe she didn't need my protection. She disabused me of that fact quickly enough."

With that disclaimer out of the way, Tom continues. "I used an Invisibility Cloak. It's a rather rare artifact from the Wizarding World, but it works to conceal your movements. You must be wary of making noise or placing yourself in locations in which you might be detected. I daresay it would work well enough on Beth's world."

Date: 2007-03-23 01:46 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (3M magic)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"It's something you have to see, I think. Shall I fetch it?"

He takes a drink of his whiskey and nods. "I'll be right back."

When he returns, a grey cloak is draped over his arm.

"It's simple, really. Disillusionment and invisibilty charms are woven into the fabric. Once you place it over yourself-"

He swings the cloak around his shoulders, leaving only his head visible.

"-everything cover becomes invisible."

Date: 2007-03-23 02:22 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (1 snarking with friends is fun)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"I'd be happy to."

He grins and slides the cloak over his head, covering himself completely. He quietly walks across the room.

Date: 2007-03-23 03:15 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (3M concerned)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
Tom tugs the cloak off of his head, leaving his hair slightly mussed.

"I've no real use of it any longer."

Aside from the occasional use for strictly entertainment purposes, it's a very expensive piece of fabric.

"Would you like to borrow it for a time? It might serve, if you'd like to slip by unnoticed. If there's an emergency, of course."

Tom understands the nature of these kinds of emergencies.

Date: 2007-03-23 03:48 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (serious)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"I'd hate for you to be stuck out there as well, but this is a thing. It's a costly thing, but nothing I can't live without. Look, you need it more than I, and besides, one day you might have something you can spare which I will need."

The Underside, after all, thrives on a commerce of debts owed and received.

Date: 2007-03-23 04:24 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (curious)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
He happily takes Spike up on his suggestion. It's not as if he's planning to call in a favor, but one never knows what one might need in the future.

He folds the cloak into a neat square and places it on the table.

"There. Use it if you like, return it when you can. Shall we change the subject for the moment? How have you been keeping yourself busy lately?"

Date: 2007-03-23 09:27 pm (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (another happy)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"How clever. I'm sure she'll love it. Both Beths, that is."

Tom doesn't busy himself with home improvements, unless you consider rearranging book shelves home improvement.

"Do you and Beth think you might have more children? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Date: 2007-03-24 03:29 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (dreamy)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"We shall, eventually. We must, is more like - the Opener line must continue. Door's only just turned twenty. We've time."

Truth be told, Tom would just as soon wait. He's seen what the other women around them have gone through with their pregnancies, and he's in no hurry to see his Door in discomfort or pain, even for the reward of a child of their own.

There is plenty of time.

Date: 2007-03-24 04:05 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (2 conversation in blue jumper)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"It's woven from the hair of a magical creature - a demiguise - which can turn itself invisible. The cloaks are woven by wizards and witches highly skilled in charms, and they engage the natural magic with charms that enable a person to activate the invisibilty when they wrap the cloaks around themselves. They're rare things; this one was quite costly, but again, you've a need for it more than I, and I've enough gold if I ever feel the need to replace it."

Date: 2007-03-24 04:22 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (1 amused)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
Tom is much more social than he's ever been in his entire life, thanks to Milliways and to Door. He rather enjoys sitting and chatting with others now, when once, in his previous life, it had been a strain to interact with those he thought were beneath him.

It's much better now.

"They certainly do change things. Try having a little one about who can Open anywhere she likes, including your bedroom, and no lock or locking charm will work against her. That lead to some most awkward moments when Ingress came back home."

He stands.

"I should very much like to see the paint job."

Date: 2007-03-24 04:38 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (3M magic)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"I think it's brilliant. If you don't mind an addition-"

He waves his wand and in between the painted planets and constellations, tiny sparkles of white, like the cloudy clusters of an arm of the Milky Way appear.

"I can remove it if you don't care for it. It just sprung to mind as something to do."

Date: 2007-03-24 04:52 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (1 amused)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"You're very welcome. I can be a bit of a show-off at times, I'm afraid. I'm glad you like it."

Date: 2007-03-24 05:15 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (2 charming devil)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
The local magic guy tends to be rather unimaginative with paint schemes, so it's just as well.

"I should probably not drink another glass. I had a bit too much on Saturday last. Sleeping in my study is not as pleasant as sleeping in my bed."

He quirks a grin. Door makes her point without much fuss.


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