[nospaces]

[attr="class","cbg"]

[attr="class","cbgtop"]

[attr="class","cimg"]

[attr="class","clbox"]

[attr="class","ctopline"]I am sorry for the trouble,

[attr="class","cscriptministry"]my blood runs red

[attr="class","cline"]

[attr="class","clyrics"]my body feels so cold[break]
I could swim for days in the salty sea[break]
But in the end the waves will discolour me

[break][break]

[attr="class","cbody"]The weekend had come to an end far too quickly, but he had appreciated the days off. He had gotten to spend a good majority of his days off attending performances for Braithewaite or looking over scripts for his students’ final projects. There had been no passing thoughts of responsibilities, obligations, or the eventual need to find a proper wife to marry. It had just been a weekend of music and writing, and it had left him in a good mood. He would be disappointed when final performances came to an end. It was the best time of year. He had thought that as a student of the school and he thought it now that he was a professor as well.
[break][break]
There was another reason why he was dreading the end of performances. It would mean that Braithewaite would be out for the summer and for months on end, he would not have work to do there. There would only be work at the Ministry. It was going to be a miserable summer. He had his own writing that he could do, of course, and he could start in on his lesson plans and the like, but he couldn’t deny that his life would be devoid of some forms of that outlet for a few months. It was something that he was not looking forward to.
[break][break]
And it was a thought that had his good mood dissipating before lunchtime. He did not know how much longer he would need to be at the Ministry today. Certainly a few more hours, though hopefully not all the way to dinner. If he was lucky, he’d be out of here by midafternoon, but it was too soon to tell. He was certainly still going to take advantage of his lunch hour—possibly a dragged-out lunch, if he could manage it.
[break][break]
That had been the plan, anyway, as he had been heading through the Atrium to get back up to street level. He could grab something to eat at one of the nearby restaurants. Or maybe he could catch a cab to a further away restaurant, and then walk back to the Ministry afterwards. That would definitely drag out his lunch break and give him a longer reprieve from the place. But he had not yet made it to the lift when he had been stopped by another member of the Wizengamot. Once of the trials that had been scheduled for later in the afternoon had been moved forward an hour, and all hopes for a long lunch break were completely out the window. Sighing, he changed directions after the brief conversation had come to an end, instead heading for the café in the Atrium. That would have to do. He needed to be back to the courtroom within the hour. No time at all to hope to have a real meal in a restaurant outside of the Ministry.
[break][break]
The line in the café was long—that was the downside of him taking his lunch at exactly noon, he supposed, and he knew that his brief lunch break was going to be cut even shorter. It would likely take him half the time just to get him through this line. At this point, he thought he’d be lucky if he had even fifteen minutes to eat his lunch before he needed to get back. The only bright side in the entirety of this turn of events, in his mind, was that he’d hopefully be able to get out of the Ministry sooner now. Assuming the case didn’t run long, he’d likely be able to head home far earlier in the afternoon than he’d originally thought.
[break][break]
As expected, by the time he made it out of the line, the minutes of his lunch break were ticking away to nothing, and a glance throughout the café revealed that there were no tables even left available for him to sit at. Though a part of him was tempted to even just go outside to eat at the bench he normally smoked at, he knew that it would only cut down the time he had left even more. Instead, he looked at his options before approaching someone sitting alone. “Mind if I sit here? That line took up most of my lunch break,” he explained, with a polite smile.
[break][break]

[attr="class","cnotes"]721 ● @ open ● outfit

[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + ADOX 2.0

[googlefont=Dancing Script]
[newclass=.cbg]width:400px;background:#262626;padding:30px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cbgtop]width:400px;height:120px;text-align:left;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cimg]float:left;width:100px;height:100px;padding:10px;border:1px #aaa solid;[/newclass]
[newclass=.clbox]float:right;height:100px;margin:15px 5px auto auto;text-align:justify;width:257px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.ctopline]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;color:#aaa;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cscriptministry]font-size:23px;margin-top:-3px;font-family:Dancing Script;color:#8525c5;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cscriptministry span]color:#ccc;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cline]height:1px;background-color:#888;margin:3px auto;[/newclass]
[newclass=.clyrics]font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#999;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cbody]font-family:verdana;color:#999;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cnotes]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;opacity:0.8;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]

They call them organs

They will tear you apart
tear apart your mind and rip out your heart

She had a lot of things that she needed to get done before the summer started for Amelie. She had paper work to sign and housing things to do. The one thing that she always put off over and over again was that she needed to go and sign for Brian's things. It had been almost five years and they probably no longer had the items, but she was going to try and find them. She wanted them. Why she wanted them now though was beyond her. Maybe she was letting him go, and maybe she was letting herself be okay with being something more than angry. She had mourned her fiancé, she had buried him but she had not let him go and that was the thing that sicked the most. She had wasted so much time, too much time on being a selfish cow and now all she had left to do, was make it right.

She was taking time off of work, she was taking the time to get to know herself, get to know her kid. The summer was going to be a blast, but it meant that a lot of things about her life had to change. She was going to meetings. Getting sober was the hard part, but being sober all the time would be the true fight. She wasn't an alcoholic persay. Brian had gotten her clean and she had been so for a long time, but grief did things to people that no other chemical ever could. She had never been one who was good at letting go, but she was trying her best to do so.

She needed some more time before she went and asked for what she had come for and she thought that sitting down with a Latte would make it better. She was wrong. She had been thinking about the last time she had spoken to Brian when someone came up to her. It took her brain a moment to realize who it was and then she smiled. "Sure... How are you, M'Lord." She exaggerated but she hadn't seen her cousin since his 'elevation'.

tag: Michael Holden Parkinson words: 357 template by eliza @ tb & thq

[nospaces]

[attr="class","cbg"]

[attr="class","cbgtop"]

[attr="class","cimg"]

[attr="class","clbox"]

[attr="class","ctopline"]My mother was a genius,

[attr="class","cscriptministry"]my father commanded respect

[attr="class","cline"]

[attr="class","clyrics"]When they died they left no instructions,[break]
Just a legacy to protect

[break][break]

[attr="class","cbody"]Michael would have much preferred to get away from the Ministry for a while. Being able to take a lunch break away from the place was the best way of insuring that he didn’t go completely out of his mind before the day came to a close. If he couldn’t get out for lunch, he knew that his mood was certainly going to take a very abrupt downward spiral throughout the afternoon. Depending on his mood, anyway. Sometimes, the Ministry was a little easier to bear. It wasn’t like he was a complete wreck all of the time. There were days that went by just fine. Days where he might need a smoke break or two, but other than that, he would get by just fine.
[break][break]
Today was just not one of those days. He had been looking forward to a long lunch far away from his work, and now he knew that he was only going to get about a twenty-minute break in the Atrium instead. It was better than nothing, obviously, but it was definitely not what he’d wanted today. Michael just knew that he had to make the best of it, and then try to look on the bright side. This case starting earlier this afternoon hopefully meant that it would be done earlier. That meant that, even though he couldn’t take a long lunch, he would get out earlier this evening. At least, that would be the hope. There was no way of knowing for sure until they got to work but just logically speaking, starting earlier meant that they would get out earlier than they would have otherwise.
[break][break]
But he was not going to worry about that yet. He was going to take advantage of every second he had before his lunch break came to an end and, with the lack of tables available in the café, that meant finding somewhere to sit. He wasn’t much of an extrovert—he could fake it some of the time, but generally speaking, he would have much preferred to spend his lunch sitting on his own. Since that wasn’t an option, though, he’d figured that he would hedge his bets and sit with a solitary person instead of sitting with a group or even two people. It felt far less likely that someone sitting by themselves would want to talk to him, and they could both just enjoy whatever break they had in peace.
[break][break]
Michael hadn’t noticed that the person he’d spoken to was his cousin until she’d spoken. Maybe he could blame total brain fog, maybe it was because he was not all that close with the Vane side of the family. He didn’t know. But he knew that he had certainly not chosen a person that was going to let him eat his lunch in silence. Still, there was no going back now. “I’m well, thank you,” he said, before sitting down at the free chair. “What brings you to the Ministry of all places?” It was not a place that he would have normally thought he’d see Romilda Vane, after all.
[break][break]

[attr="class","cnotes"]516 ● @ romilda ● outfit

[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + ADOX 2.0

[googlefont=Dancing Script]
[newclass=.cbg]width:400px;background:#262626;padding:30px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cbgtop]width:400px;height:120px;text-align:left;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cimg]float:left;width:100px;height:100px;padding:10px;border:1px #aaa solid;[/newclass]
[newclass=.clbox]float:right;height:100px;margin:15px 5px auto auto;text-align:justify;width:257px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.ctopline]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;color:#aaa;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cscriptministry]font-size:23px;margin-top:-3px;font-family:Dancing Script;color:#8525c5;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cscriptministry span]color:#ccc;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cline]height:1px;background-color:#888;margin:3px auto;[/newclass]
[newclass=.clyrics]font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#999;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cbody]font-family:verdana;color:#999;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cnotes]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;opacity:0.8;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]