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True to his word, the gentleman is waiting by the tree, his fair hair and white suit pale against the darkness of the wood. His arms are folded, and he taps his fingertips upon his jacket sleeve in impatience. Around him, snowdrops are blossoming upon the newly-bare ground.
One night, as Buzz is walking alone (perhaps returning from dinner, or perhaps from the library), he will find that he is very suddenly not walking alone. In fact, he is walking beside a gentleman with a thin, pale face and hair like thistle-down, and the gentleman is conversing with him as though they have been at it for some time. "But of course you know Alexei, Alyosha, the lovely young man who works a bit of magic--he has told me all about you and your situation--"
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Apr. 1st, 2008 10:24 pmHe is playing with the leftover eggs from Curio's ill-fated pysanky-making attempt, changing the eggshells from shell to clear glass or paper-thin marble. (The ones that he has changed to flesh, he liked less; they had quivered fitfully and then fallen in on themselves.) Go ahead and bother him, if you wish.
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May. 29th, 2007 10:45 amThe gentleman with the thistledown hair is waiting at the crooked apple tree for Tom Jones. He hasn't been able to find him lately, for some reason, and it worries him--he is eager to continue their lessons, and he wonders if Tom is intentionally hiding himself with magic. Or, you know, possibly Tom is a dog.
At precisely three o'clock on Friday, there will be a table set for two by the lilacs in the garden. The tablecloth is made of shimmering grey spidersilk, and the tea service of the finest bone china; delicate silverware has been set at each place, and the table is positively brimming with pastries and delights. Tiny mincemeat pies spill from a white wicker basket; eclairs have been arranged on a silver dish with clotted cream in the center; a tiered tray showcases raspberries, strawberries, and pomegranate seeds in a sweet red castle of fruits. Set in a silver vase at the very center of the table will be three white roses--both a tasteful centerpiece, and a subtle charm to ensure that the gentleman and his guest will not be disturbed.
The gentleman is dressed in white and silver today, to match his table; he taps his fingers lightly on the tablecloth, and his fingernails are varnished in red.
The gentleman is dressed in white and silver today, to match his table; he taps his fingers lightly on the tablecloth, and his fingernails are varnished in red.
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May. 14th, 2007 05:01 pmThe gentleman with the thistle-down hair walks the world's edges--between Earth and Faerie, between kindness and cruelty, and now, between both day and night, mansion and wood. As the sun sets in the west, he leans against a crooked apple tree at the very edge of the woods and waits for Tom to give his answer. If a certain magician's wife should happen to be out this evening, though, the gentleman would be very, very pleased to meet her.
