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It's just a job I do

We now reach the part of the story that contains the unfortunate information dump.  I have had any number of negative coments on it.  Not on the way it's written but on the information.  But here's the thing I spent a symester studying Noridc Saga and Myth in University adn have kept up with it (beleve it or not) so the info Lola give Kev, I have background for it. 

I wake knowing Kevin is somewhere downstairs.  I dress and wonder briefly how all my clothes got here from the hotel.  I guess it’s not important, I’m sure it has something to do with Kevin and his Jeremy.  I will get used to it one of these days. 

 

I find him in the – oh I think he called it the morning room, and he has a guest.  Kevin looks board and vaguely annoyed.  His guest is tall and dark haired with lovely aquiline features.  He looks like a snob, but then again just this second Kevin looks like a snob as well.  I can’t bring myself to enter the room; the realm of the ultra snob isn’t a place I’m sure I want to enter. The dark haired one is speaking. 

 

“I thought maybe this killer, this Silverblade was you.  You have to admit it is quite the coincidence you coming back at the exact same time, but Erin was attacked while she was sporting. But Erin says it’s a woman; a human woman.”

 

“What makes you think Silverblade is human?” if I’m not mistaken I hear a sharp edge to Kevin’s voice.

 

Erin said it stayed in human form even after Erin bit her.  We can’t do that- not on a full moon. The pain would have driven her into her canine form.”

 

“I suppose…”

 

“By the way, old man, you aren’t here to try to get Erin back are you?”

 

“No”

 

“I mean she’s one hell of a lady, and we don’t marry for another week.”

 

“No, really,” Kevin stammers.

 

 I realize that now would be a good time to step in, so I step around the door.  I reach out for Kevin’s arm and rest my head on his shoulder, “I didn’t know you had a guest dear,” I chirp trying to be perky, “are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

 

“Lola, this is Dirk; we grew up together.  Dirk, this is Lola; one of the reasons I wont be going after your fiancé.”

 

Dirk looks me up and down, taking in the broomstick skirt and the long sleeved peasant blouse.  Look I know I’m no raging beauty but I’m not bad, maybe a little plain.   My nose could be smaller, and I could have more curves.  I don’t think I deserve the look that I get from Kevin’s friend. 

 

“I thought you had better taste than that, Kevin,” he sneers.  Part of me is hardened to the comments of Powers to be, but part of me wants to punch him in the face.  Kevin slips an arm around me. 

 

“There is nothing wrong with my taste.  And she and I have plans, if you’ll excuse us.”

 

“Ah I see.  I’ll show myself out then, shall I?”  Dirk turns and stalks out of the room.

 

Kevin leans against me, “I thought it would be longer before they all started snooping around.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“Dirk.  I’m sure others will come as well.”

 

“But aren’t they your friends?”

 

“No, we just,” he shrugs seemingly at a loss for words. 

 

“Not friends?  And the one from last night?”

 

“My ex.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“I can tell you all about it if you would like.”

 

“You don’t have to,” I want him to, but at the same time we almost never talk about the past. 

 

“When we met I was running away.”

 

“Yes, you’ve said that often.”

 

“I was running away from marrying Erin.”

 

“Weren’t you in love?”

 

“No our families wanted it.  She’s – well, you met her last night, she isn’t much different in human form.”

 

“A bit of a bitch?” I ask, smiling at my stupid joke.

 

“You could say that,” he says without pause, “and then there was you, and you were so… I had to go with you.”

 

“I know I was there remember?” I say it to lighten the mood.  It doesn’t seem to work, he smiles sadly.

 

“Yes,” then he seems to brighten, “I said we have plans, and we do.  I thought it would be nice to redecorate, so it doesn’t feel so much like a hotel.”

 

“I thought you liked hotels,” I say with a smile.

 

“Yes, but if we will be staying here for some time, I thought.  Well I thought it would be nice to not be sleeping on the bed I slept on when I was a boy.”

 

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The week is nice.  We spend most of it shopping and redecorating.  Kevin seems to enjoy replacing everything in the house.  I enjoy having a bed that we picked out together, one that doesn’t smell like other people.   We are all curled up one night and Kevin whispers in my ear something he had never said before.

 

“Tell me about the past.”

 

I knew it had to be coming; after all I’ve been walking in his past since we got here and we’ve always been an equitable couple.  

 

“You know that I am an Ulfheonar, right?”

 

“Yes I know you were trained as a Fury.”

 

“I don’t like being called that.  I don’t mind Ulfheonar I don’t mind Wolf skin, I don’t even mind Berserker but I don’t like Fury.”

 

“I’ll try to remember that,” I can hear his smile even in the dark, “but earlier than that?  I thought the Ulfeonar only took the Volsung?”

 

“My mother was a Volsung.”

 

“And your father?”

 

“I don’t know exactly.  He was either a red wolf, or maybe part coyote.  I never asked,”

 

“You would have to ask?”

 

“Yes, the two can look very similar.  I was born in Fairview, I have brothers and sisters, and when I was young my father took me for training.”

 

“Did he take any of your siblings?”

 

“My brother Toby is also a Ulfeonar.  We were the most like him,” at least that is what father always said. 

 

“What do you learn in your training?”

 

“Not much.  We learn to fight, we learn – well it’s hard to describe really, I guess it’s like prayer.”

 

“Right the Ulfeonar are holy to Odin.”

 

“The sagas say ‘those who fall into battle as wolves are beloved of Odin’, but that’s not the whole of it.  What were you raised to believe?”  

 

“It was simple really, some families were curse to live some time as the Wolf.  We were linked to the moon, burned by her metal.  What were you taught?”

 

“We were blessed by the gods and feared nothing but beheading and the removal of our hearts.  That is what I am trying to teach you, you don’t have to be limited by the beliefs that you learned as a child,” I touch Kevin’s face gently, “I want you to be as free as I am.”

 

Comments

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acostilow
Jul. 7th, 2006 12:02 am (UTC)
I like! I like! Yaay!
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 03:48 pm (UTC)
thanks! I know quite a bit about werewolves, it's vampires I don't know crap about.
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC)
love the background info. really! :D
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 03:58 pm (UTC)
when I posted it at Devaint art I got some "I don't get werewolves that worship Odin - I mean REALLY!"

The line "those who felel into battle as wolves were beloved of Odin" is from the Eddas...
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 04:04 pm (UTC)
but you know what? it's your fic. and since werewolves aren't real. you can make up your own mythos and it can't be proven or disproven! :D
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 04:14 pm (UTC)
I just think it's funny that something I took directly from literary sorces is the one thing that really pisses people off.
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 04:23 pm (UTC)
LOL!!!!

yeah, that is funny.
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 04:28 pm (UTC)
I guess I asume peopel will have a higher leval of education (either through school or self ed) than they really do. It's a bit sad - I'm alwasy over estimating people adn I end up haveing conversations like "What do you mean you've neaver read any Josph Campble?"
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 05:23 pm (UTC)
well, i've never read any Joseph Campbell. and i have a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism. ;)
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:15 pm (UTC)
Ok well I've never gotten all the way through hero with a thousand faces... so maybe that was a bad example. But you a) know who I'm talking about and b)continue to educate yourself.

I seem to run up against a stunnign lack of intulectual curiosity on a regular bases. It jsut stikes me as odd that people woudln't want to learn all the time. Or create all the time. It's wierd. (and this comming from the woman who's primary coment about the Asylem ep of Supernatural was "I know it shouldn't bother me that his shirts don't fit but it realy does")
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:17 pm (UTC)
yes, and yes.

good point.

and you know what my comment about Asylum was? oh Dean! (no that was about Devil's Trap)

i get your point though.
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
well I did make one intelagent comment and that was "I liked the psycologest, cause he was the only incedntal chericter that didn't just go along with what ever the guys said" and the stunned/ oh shit look on Sam's face in that sceen was priceless.

But the shirt thing bugs me...
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
actually, at the Paley Festival, i think i'd seen that Kripke said that scene with the psychologist was important....

hopefully that'll show up in S2. along with Dean's necklace... and Sacramento. heh.
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:30 pm (UTC)
cool.

I have this feeling that Sam has been sort of sliding through life, useing his powers, that's why they devleoped so fast once he decieded to relize they were there... he was alwasy just so obsessed with being 'normal' that he never let himself think that he was anything else. And I woudl bet he just used them to make himslef more normal - like always knowing what to say to make a con work on someone, cheating on test to get better grades and what not.
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:39 pm (UTC)
wow, you should write that up as a post, it's pretty plausible, too. :D
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:55 pm (UTC)
yeah I should... actulay I think I did once and I got a bunch of 'he said he's only been haveing visions for six months' but hoinstly Sam's pritty obsessive and I honistly think he would use all of his powers of 'hard headed, OCD, compleatly oblivious to the people around him' to ignore any reason why he would be a) different (not just moving around, single dad, dead mom different) and b) the reason his mom died (the thing that seems to be the giant elaphant in the Winchester living room - 'we all know it was after Sammy but don't ever say anything')

OK I think I'm bableing..
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 07:58 pm (UTC)
heh, it's your journal, you can blabber it in all you want.

whatch doing next saturday, the 15th? that's our next writers' group. :D
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:02 pm (UTC)
I beleve I am working - but I'm trying to swing it so I don't have to... it's not working out real well though. I think I'm sceduled for BOTH of my jobs and that is kinda agrivating (since my bitrthday is on Monday) I think things will calm down for August. Did Jediprincess coem last time?
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:04 pm (UTC)
well, hopefully you can make it.

no. JediPrincess was unable to make it as well...i'll see if she can come this time. if not, we try to do this once a month. :)
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:07 pm (UTC)
Cool, one of these times I'm gonna make it (If not I may have to mail you cry_wolf LOL)
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:18 pm (UTC)
heh, you said that last time, too. :D
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC)
Yeha I sem to be living in "compleat spaz" land these days.
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:27 pm (UTC)
aww, it's ok :D
bodgei
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:29 pm (UTC)
yeah I supose - I'm jsut diapointed in myself...
trystan830
Jul. 7th, 2006 08:34 pm (UTC)
O.o
bodgei
Jul. 8th, 2006 12:22 am (UTC)
I get that way... sigh*
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