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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits on the bed crossed-legged and writes.

Last night with Bartleby, he did . . . something. In my head. Moved something away or sheilded it or covered it or something. So I was still sick and sore, but I wasn't begging for horse anymore. That's a step up.

He's a real, actual angel and that must be why when I'm with him I feel like someone worth saving so damn good.

Nothing about this place makes any sense if you look at it in parts, but if you look at it all together, it's really quite wonderful. It's a bit like the island, really: a hodgepodge of people with their own histories, coming together out of necessity.

I just don't want to disappoint anyone this time.

Got to play for hours and no one complained of the singing. I blame the Muse entirely.

He puts the notebook aside and curls up on the bed.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie chortles against Bartleby's knee.

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Bartleby looks down at him and grins, stroking a hand through his hair again. "Oswald kept putting off telling Trevor about this party. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was nervous of what Trevor would say. So, half an hour before the arrivals were due to begin, Trevor was still pottering around his laboratory in a potion-stained robe and bare feet."

[bloodyrockgod]

"And Oswald, being a magical frog, was highly fashion-conscious, yeah?" He moved his head against Bartley's stroking hand.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Of course. Dude - Charlie - you're getting the hang of it." Bartleby grins. "How're you feeling?"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie shrugs. "Comfortable. Better than I should, really. I think the--block or whatever--you put on me is helping me more than you'd thought it would. We're missing a lot of unpleasantness."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Sleepy at all? You really need sleep." Bartleby's hand stops running through Charlie's hair and just rests gently on his forehead.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Tired," Charlie admits. "Very tired. I don't know if I would sleep even if I tried. I can't remember the last good sleep I had . . ."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, dude. No sleep is shitty, and I don't even really need it." He starts his stroking again.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Go on with the story," says Charlie, closing his eyes. "I want to know what happened with Oswald and Trevor. If I fall asleep it's not because it's boring, I promise."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"So, Trevor's looking pretty scruffy, not very attractive - normal Trevor-look, anyway. And Oswald subtly tried to hint that Trevor might want to get dolled up. But Trevor wasn't the kind to take subte hints."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie snort again, picturing a wizard with sparkly false eyelashes and badly-applied rouge. And polka dots. Polka dots must be involved somehow.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"So eventually Oswald reached the end of his tether. 'Trevor,' he said. 'Trevor, there will be a lot of buxom village maidens and noblewomen and dashing princes and knights and handsome diamonds-in-the-rough arriving at your castle in half an hour. You need to be appropriately attired."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mm, buxom," murmurs Charlie.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby grins, and ruffles his hair. "Trevor jumped. 'What!!!' he said. 'Oswald, what did you say?' And he turned around and advanced on Oswald, and Oswald cowered a little, and there was a second when Oswald suddenly remembered that, despite everything, Trevor was still the eleventh most powerful wizard in the world."

[OOC: still want to play this out, despite... happenings?]

[bloodyrockgod]

"So he is a grumpy wizard."


[ooc: yeah, I still want to play this out--he does refer to it in the other thread. Do you know how the story ends :D?]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Not really, man, but he'd been pushed to his limits by Oswald. Anyway, Oswad cowered, and Trevor calmed down, and said, 'Why are you only teling me now?' Oswald shrugged a froggy shrug, and said 'Go and get changed!'"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie decided not to point out that frogs have no shoulders and it's difficult to shrug without them, and continues listening, smiling with his eyes closed.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Trevor no longer looked like the eleventh most powerful sorceror in the word, and instead looked like a Trevor. So Oswald had no compunction about telling him what to wear. 'The blue robe,' he said. 'And brush your hair, and clean your teeth, and put an earring on.' (Trevor had a pierced ear - a relic from the only time he had ever been drunk.)

"While Trevor was in his room changing, the first batch of guests arrived, and Oswald was busy with greeting them. So he didn't at first notice when Trevor came back down. Until a gasp spread through the guests, and he turned to see a tall, stunningly handsome wizard in blue descending the stairs, blushing furiously."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie opens his eyes long enough to give Bartleby a skeptical look, then closes them again without comment.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby notices the look. "It's a fairy tale," he says, grinning. "You must have run across the ugly duckling concept before."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I wasn't thinkg 'ugly duckling' so much as 'inter-species loving', but tell me the rest of the story anyway. I cheerfully admit to having a dirty mind."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Also, I need to go to bed. You wanna finish this off or continue tomorrow?]

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: tomorrow's great. I wanna hear how this story ends :D]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[OOC: To tell the truth? I have no idea.]

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: Oswald gets Trevor to wear his best wizarding robes, there's a lovely buxom maiden at the party with a pretty female frog, and they all live happily ever after.

Or not.]