Remember in me2 when u see funny krogan reading bad poetry to an asari and then in 3 they punch you in the stomach and make u find the krogans dead body and u have to give a final poem to the asari and listen to it while she cries
date: the seventeenth of maccius
location: the empressian gardens
closed to: @ofmichel
As he completes his fifth lap around the winding path of the gardens, keeping a pace swift enough to outrun most of Calandre’s guards, Medraut considers the appeal of the Summer Palace grounds. The gardens make for a fine backdrop, he supposes: blooms of rosemary and sage and iris, lines of flowerbeds that stretch on and on, lush sprawls of green. They make for a fine stomping grounds for his morning jogs, too, but it all seems a little...monotonous. He longs for the seascape of Widrowem, for the smells and sounds and sights of it, and when he turns a corner to find Michel Fortin standing at the threshold of the gardens, arms crossed, his longing to be someplace far, far away from Val Faim grows tenfold.
His mind’s eye transports him to the slums of Hightown fourteen years ago. He recalls the hard, stern set of Michel’s mouth; it hasn’t changed. He recalls that unnamable air about him—the way authority rolls from him in waves, the way he commands a room; that hasn’t changed, either. He doesn’t recall Michel Fortin looking so...weary—but he supposes a promotion from Summer Palace guard to Commander of the Imperial Army has its costs, and repose is no doubt one of them. Little has changed about Michel, save for the shadows burgeoning beneath his eyes, and Medraut wonders, idly, what Michel sees when he looks at him. Does he see the same Underworld castaway he knew all those years ago—vicious and feral, more monster than man? Does he see the well-groomed Chevalier he now knows little of—still a little vicious, but not so feral, and decidedly more man than monster? Does he see shades of the two blended together, a composite of all the lives he’s lived?
As he closes in on Michel, his pace slows, and by the time Medraut reaches him, his gait is lax, unhurried (his heels are practically digging into the limestone underfoot). Always on his guard, and thrice so when in the company of Calandre’s best and brightest wardogs, he comes to a halt a few feet away from Michel, chest heaving in tandem with the labor of each breath he gulps down. “Commander Fortin,” he huffs by way of greeting. He bows his head deferentially, and his pride bristles in answer. “It would seem I’m a far sight easier to catch these days than I was in my youth.” He makes a concerted to affect his voice with congeniality, a charade of good humor, but his body language knows not how to lie, and his unease shows in the set of his jaw, the tight line of his shoulders. “Pray tell, what have I done to merit your company?” he asks. The question is meant to sound flip, but the pitch and tone of his voice are all wrong, garbled by his disquiet. He tries his hand at levity again. “Is this a friendly visit, Commander, or are you here to drag me to the gallows for old times’ sake?”
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What a day. I finished reading and annotating my book on queer history, I still had a lot but I managed to do it all. It was great (more thoughts on the book on a post I'll put out one of these days). Other than that I obviously didn't do much else, I listened to a bit of the audiobook of The Fellowship Of The Ring, I wrote on my reading journal and read the 8th canto of Dante's Inferno (for the reading I am doing with @peregrination-studies ). I was really excited about this canto because I did not do it in school, and there's a great italian song that talks about it, and I was not disappointed. Also today I harvested the first fruits of my red currant plant, and I am so happy about it! Now I will take some time for self care, because I really need to wash my hair and hopefully lated I will read some comics amd continued with the audiobook.
🎵: I Want To Break Free by Queen (and special mention to Argenti Vive by Caparezza which I will probably listen non stop after having read the 8th canto of the Inferno).
//: I'll write it down somewhere but no mater where Mirror Man is, Little Nightmare verse or another verse. He always has a green thumb. To the extent it would'nt be far fetched that he tends to plants here and there when no one is looking
Another and delicious way to cool down in this heat, my Rose Sorbet, made with roses from my garden, is a delicate, elegant and fragrant icy treat! Happy Wednesday!
Ingredients (makes about two cups):
4 freshly picked fragrant roses, preferably different pink and red sorts
1/4 cup Dried Rose Petals
2 cups boiling water
3/4 cup caster sugar
1/4 cup pure natural honey, like clover honey
2 tablespoons Rosie Gin Liqueur
Once all the petals are removed from the roses, making sure there are no insect left on them, place them in a large bowl, and stir to mix them. Toss in Dried Rose Petals.
Grind half of the rose petals in a mortar with a pestle, until reduced in a sort of paste. Gently stir in half a cup boiling water, and pour rose mixture into a glass bowl. Stir in remaining petals and boiling water, and cover with cling film. Set aside, to infuse, at least four hours, up to six or seven for a stronger fragrance.
Thoroughly drain rose water into a large saucepan (you should have about 2 cups), saving a few intact petals if you can, and bring to a simmer over medium-low heat. Stir in caster sugar, and increase heat to medium. Boil, stirring constantly until sugar is completely dissolved, and mixture just becomes syrup-y, about 4-5 minutes. Remove from the heat and let cool completely.
Then place in the refrigerator, and chill, a couple of hours.
Stir Rosie Gin Liqueur into the cooled Rose Syrup, until well-blended.
Pour Rose mixture into the bowl of an ice cream maker and follow manufacturer’s instructions (it should take about 30 to 45 minutes to churn).
Spoon Rose Sorbet in an airtight container. Store in the freezer at least an hour before eating.
Episode 15: Gin, Rum, TV, and KIMONO DRAGGIN': A Visit with Joshua Hatton
We sure drank mucho #gin and #rum during episode 15 of the#WhatWeWatchWhenWeDrink #podcast!
@WhiskyJoshua of @impexbev joined in the fun as we discussed:
Rum and Cane Merchants
and so much more!
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