Dec. 29th, 2014


Thank you for the gift, Hans. It was very thoughtful of you.

Would you like to have drinks some time? I feel like it might be a good idea for us to get to know one another better.

Jun. 24th, 2014

Hey, Charlie, I found something you need! lookie!

Now isn't that just wonderful?

May. 18th, 2014

Does enjoying the frantic, weary-eyed looks on the freshman's faces during finals make me a sadist?

Mar. 24th, 2014

Somehow, in the past few weeks, I have forgotten that leaving my house for reasons other than work is important.

Mar. 5th, 2014

The decades since his brother's death had certainly changed Jacob in a multitude of ways. Without the constant companionship of Wilhelm, who had always been the more social of the brothers, Jacob had to force himself to seek out the company of others. He had learned charisma which he saw as an excellent tool to pull stories out of other people, though it served another purpose as well. If the people who surrounded him thought of him as a charming fellow, it was possible they would never see the real pain beneath the exterior.

He spent his days at work, luxuriating in the company of the academics he considered worth his time. His nights were often spent at the Diogenes Club he owned, rubbing elbows with other immortals so he could get them talking. By the time he returned home he was usually too exhausted to focus on the fact that he was alone.

In his first lifetime, he had been separated from his brother so rarely, even living with the other man when he had a wife and children, that spending so many years in solitude was like torture. When he slept, his dreams were often filled with fleeting images of his brother, pale and sick, wasted body wracked with fever and never close enough to touch. He would hear that dreadful cough echoing off stone walls until his eardrums felt they would burst from the power of the sound.

Jacob would wake, alone, the pale light of morning streaming through his window. He would prepare coffee, spike it with whiskey, and set out for another day of pretending. He hoped Wil would find him one day. He had to believe the other man was alive like he was. He didn't even hide very well, publishing papers under the pseudonym Jacob L. Graves. The only thing that kept him going was the belief that one day they would find each other again.

Feb. 3rd, 2014

Listening to the gossip in the office hallway is always pretty priceless. Especially when it's one of the old timers filling in a new adjunct.

He told the new recruit John and I are long lost brothers who found each other when we both got jobs here and started a relationship before finding out we were related. Now I know for a fact the old timer was joking, but I bet the adjunct believes every word.

Jan. 23rd, 2014

Grading the first assignments back after Christmas break is always a little bit of a gamble. A lot of the students are still in vacation headspace and they write the very strangest things. One of them seems to have confused Sif with Syn which is just not fantastic, to say the least.

I need a drink, now.

Jan. 9th, 2014

Hired a new bouncer at the club, and he's proving to be very interesting. Looking to hire a new bartender soon as well, but it's difficult to advertise a position in a place the general public isn't allowed. I've been hiring by word of mouth.

Had a wonderful time at a word do recently! There may have been a dreadful hangover the next morning, but cest la vie.

Jan. 3rd, 2014

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