Still alive
Nov. 23rd, 2017 01:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aumentouI am still alive.
I have a thought, to post fiction here. Since what I spend most of my time thinking about these days are fantasy games, it will for the most part be related to fantasy games. It will also for the most part not be very long, or interconnected. Still, here we go.
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I recognised the song before my companion did, probably because she’d never heard it. She tries to keep up with modern pop culture, but like she says there’s an awful lot of it these days. She was never a big fan of Queen, so “love of my life” is too obscure for her. Still, I started putting the words to the music, and she appreciated my meaning and was respectfully silent for a while.
She’d been talking non-stop before that. Admiring the texture of the scones, liking the smokiness of the tea, despising the sandwiches, and commenting extensively on the paradox inherent in middle class mortals discussing privilege and talking about their attempts to help immigrants in a tea shop that seemed designed to celebrate Imperial values, albeit through the medium of food and drink served in ritual fashion. She’d been in the UK for most of the history of the Empire, and her judgement on which parts of the rituals came from which specific aspects of conspicuous consumption back in those days seemed spot on to me. I could have done the analysis myself though, since I remember it too. She does have a better memory - an aspect of her condition - but unlike her I’d spent quite a lot of that time actually taking tea, in the sunshine.
I didn’t do the analysis because I was busy enjoying myself. And I didn’t interrupt her because she did amuse me, even after so long. Our relationship has a simple basis with a lot of nuance, made more complicated by our mutually increasing inhumanity. The fact that most of her kind would try to kill me if they found out about me didn’t help either. But… it had worked, somehow, for two hundred years. Especially at times like that, sat in a tea shop, eating and drinking, physically alone but with her present in my mind, enjoying my senses while I enjoyed her company.
I have a thought, to post fiction here. Since what I spend most of my time thinking about these days are fantasy games, it will for the most part be related to fantasy games. It will also for the most part not be very long, or interconnected. Still, here we go.
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I recognised the song before my companion did, probably because she’d never heard it. She tries to keep up with modern pop culture, but like she says there’s an awful lot of it these days. She was never a big fan of Queen, so “love of my life” is too obscure for her. Still, I started putting the words to the music, and she appreciated my meaning and was respectfully silent for a while.
She’d been talking non-stop before that. Admiring the texture of the scones, liking the smokiness of the tea, despising the sandwiches, and commenting extensively on the paradox inherent in middle class mortals discussing privilege and talking about their attempts to help immigrants in a tea shop that seemed designed to celebrate Imperial values, albeit through the medium of food and drink served in ritual fashion. She’d been in the UK for most of the history of the Empire, and her judgement on which parts of the rituals came from which specific aspects of conspicuous consumption back in those days seemed spot on to me. I could have done the analysis myself though, since I remember it too. She does have a better memory - an aspect of her condition - but unlike her I’d spent quite a lot of that time actually taking tea, in the sunshine.
I didn’t do the analysis because I was busy enjoying myself. And I didn’t interrupt her because she did amuse me, even after so long. Our relationship has a simple basis with a lot of nuance, made more complicated by our mutually increasing inhumanity. The fact that most of her kind would try to kill me if they found out about me didn’t help either. But… it had worked, somehow, for two hundred years. Especially at times like that, sat in a tea shop, eating and drinking, physically alone but with her present in my mind, enjoying my senses while I enjoyed her company.
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Date: 2017-11-23 01:06 pm (UTC)