Oliver Brighton's Journal

Subject:	3rd Person Closed - Stained Glass Seven
Time:	4:45 pm.

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Oliver was leaving work when he noticed the change. There was usually a large window over the front entrance of the consulate that let in an excellent ammount of light. Today the light filtered in through shades of red and gold. There was an image wrought in stained glass above him. Oliver came to a full stop and stared at the glass.

The image nearly caught the extent of her voloptuous curves, he thought. It was Sidonie, in a long gown, her back turned to him. She glanced back over her shoulder, strands of golden hair obscuring her face. Oliver didn't need to see the woman's eyes. He could remember them clearly enough. In the center of her back was a scarred circle of flesh, and the sun tattoo that surrounded it to claim the mark as her own. How suiting... His sun princess set in glass so that the light could shine radiantly through her.

It confused him to think of her this life, but she would always be a happy memory. Part of his heart leapt at the sight, and the rest of him just felt blessed to have known her.

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Subject:	3rd Person Closed- Forward to Anniversary Plot
Time:	11:31 pm.

Forward Dated to Sunday

Oliver had gotten used to Alden’s Sunday morning rituals by this point. He knew there was no getting out of the house early, possibly all day. Usually it didn’t bother him to spend a languid afternoon in with his boyfriend. He didn’t even mind the fact that he had to share Alden with the cats (they were pretty greedy for attention on Sundays.) For some reason, today everything was just getting to him.

He withdrew to the office and went online to check his email. On his homepage he saw the news about the complex. While the explosion had magically cleared up the idea that such damage had occurred left Oliver feeling extremely wary and upset. Sometimes the world could be such a horrible place.

He stayed shut away in the office, sullen and gloomy for most of the afternoon. It didn't dawn on him that something major had altered his mood.

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Subject:	Spontaneous Romance Seven
Time:	8:13 pm.

Oliver was still working his Valentines Day plans for next week. After last night's experience at the club he had an idea for something to do, though he wasn't sure if he could keep it a surprise from Alden for a whole week. Maybe it would just be an additional present.

It didn't take much sweet talking to convince Alden's game designers to build a new mountain in the game's landscape. They were especially amused by the specifications. Red stone and dirt, massive, heart shaped from an aerial view. This was the geekiest token of love ever. Which, Oliver knew his incredibly geeky boyfriend would appreciate.

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Subject:	3rd Person Closed - ZOMBIE PLOT
Time:	12:04 pm.

Late afternoon

Oliver had taken off for the seven, worried with reports of anything to do with the dead. He didn't have very much luck when it came to the dead. There were too many possibilities of what the visions might mean and he wasn't taking any chances. So far no one had come to visit. Even with reports of clones. If Oliver's clone had returned he likely wasn't stupid enough to pay another visit. Oliver wouldn't hesitate in shooting him this time.

When the unexpected knock finally came on the door Oliver cautiously went to answer it. He jaw was clenched and he was ready for the worst.

And as far as the worst went, this wasn't quite it. Imriel's wife stood outside the door. Sweet Dorelei of Clunderry. She had a large overcoat wrapped around her petite frame and she looked nervous at seeing him.

"Imriel...greetings."

He could only guess what was beneath that overcoat. Her skin was pale, the deep blue woad marks standing out vividly against her cheeks. Her face had been untouched, but Oliver could remember the way the bear had clawed apart her slender frame, slaughtering both her and their unborn child. Of all the faces he expected to see today, this was the one he knew how to deal with the least.

"Come in," Oliver said gently. "Come in. Greetings, Dorelei."

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Time:

3:46 pm.

I apologize now if I suddenly disappear from all hours of the day. This past seven has given me a horse. An amazing horse that I wouldn't part with for all the money in the world. Honestly, you don't see this kind of breeding these days. Jos, Malorie, excuse me for being boyishly excited, but you really need to come and see the Bastard. He's just incredible.

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Subject:	3rd Person Closed
Time:	2:51 am.

When the angel came, it came with an offer for Oliver, not Imriel.

“I know...I know that they’re a part of me,” Oliver murmured. “But wish I didn’t have the constant reminder of who I was, or where they came from.”

He wasn’t sure why he was trying to explain himself. The figure claimed to be a guardian angel, and while he looked like no angel Oliver had ever seen, he’d still made the offer without prompting. He would remove Oliver’s physical scars in hopes that the mental ones would ease. It was a year since he’d been whipped and branded by his twin.

“Remove your clothes and lie down,” the angel murmured softly.

Oliver tensed but stripped away his clothing and carefully went to lie facedown on the bed. “Is this necessary?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Is it?” The angel asked in return.

Oliver took a breath, muscles relaxing. He shut his eyes when a cool hand touched his back. This was necessary. He felt the angel trace every mark, and he remembered what it felt like to receive them. He could hear the crack against his skin and his throat felt tight. At the same time, slowly by slowly, it left him. The angel’s hand grazed the back of his thighs, taking away the scars that were there. When they were finished Oliver’s skin was once again pale, smooth to the touch.

“Remember this,” Oliver murmured.

He was once more alone, and ready to begin anew.

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Subject:	3rd Person Closed
Time:	12:01 pm.

Oliver went to the Arches library during his lunch break. He sat down in front of the computer that housed the card catalog and typed in "Kushiel". There were five entries, all in paperback, located in the science fiction/fantasy section of the adult books. He jotted down their numbers and headed upstairs, searching them out. Some of the earlier copies were slightly worn. Someone must have read them recently. The spine of the newest paperback book had yet to be broken.

Oliver looked at the first three, considering. There were stories he truly never wanted to know the details of. He could survive the heartbreaking and romantic tale of how Joscelin and Phedre fell in love, but the thought of reading the intimate details between Phedre and Melisande... never on his life. The third book included a point of view from that place he never wished to see. While it would be comforting to read some of Phedre's thoughts from when they finally settled, when she received her happily ever after... That was just where his story began.

Oliver slid the fifth book of the shelf. He looked at the illustration on the cover, studying it critically.

"Pales in comparison," he murmured. "As if capturing that evening were possible..."

With what really wound down to a streak of masochism, Oliver opened the book. He began reading the first page and wondering if that was truly his thoughts or his voice.

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Subject:	3rd Person Closed - Canon Update
Time:	12:50 pm.

Oliver was sleeping on the plane back to Tampa. He wasn't aware of the timezone change, or the proximity to home as they neared it. He was in rather deep sleep considering the way he'd had to fold his body and tuck his cheek against the plastic shade over the window. There was no alarming temperature change or turbulence preceding his dreams. As they neared the city Oliver began flinching in his sleep. Somewhere down in Tampa the newly published paperback copy of Kushiel's Justice was placed on the Arches library shelf.

The memories hit him too hard to be dreams. The Night Court and the many nights spent counting down the end of freedom. The Sun Prince, all in gold. Her eyes, her mouth, the unexpected moment where everything came together and the world fell apart... The wedding. Dorelei's dark, Cruithne eyes. The lover showers kisses upon the beloved. Alban soil and the helpless spell. Stupidly, stupidly binding himself... Their unborn child, Alais' bear. Life shattered and blood singing for revenge. Sidonie, Sidonie, Sidonie.

It was too much to handle all at once and Oliver awoke with a startled cry. He'd calmed down enough by the time the plane had landed to retrieve his luggage and hail down a taxi. He sent Alden a text to explain that he was back and heading home to rest... He ended up at his own apartment, which was a bit dusty for all the time barely spent here. Oliver opted aspirin over alcohol and shut himself away in his room. He'd contact the others after his mind settled from the blow.

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Subject:	Third Person Closed
Time:	2:24 pm.

Oliver was getting used to taking sevens off just in case something went horribly wrong. This was one of the weeks that he slept the night at Alden's and awoke on the seven to discover whatever weird event they had to face.

He was face to face with Imriel de la Courcel. He really did look so much like his mother. Imriel tossed Oliver's wallet on to the bed. "Mind if I borrow change for the bus?" He was wearing Oliver's black slacks and a shirt from Alden's closet.

Oliver blinked. "Um. No, that should be quite fine."

Imriel smiled. Alden hadn't stirred quite yet. "Thank you," he said. "Maybe I'll see you both later tonight."

As he headed out the of the room Oliver said goodbye and put his arm back around Alden, confused.

"By the way." Imriel stopped short in the door. "There's a young man going through Alden's video games. Will, is it? He might need breakfast soon."

Oliver could swear Imriel was hiding a grin as he left. Oliver blinked and nudged Alden. It didn't look like they'd be spending the day in bed today.

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