Partner

Despite it being a day off I've done nothing for Partners or Sequel, apologies but as it is November 1 I am participating in NaNoWriMo as I have for the past five years. Yes it will be posted on AFF, yes it is a Two Lover's (as in this world) story and of course it involves all the good stuff. Well... maybe not all the good stuff. I've been thinking on the plot and such for a while now so I think its probably time to get it out of my head.

As per the writing on the wall. I have fun with it. Writing the "writing on the wall" part always brings up a song that I can't recall any words to it but those words.

Of course if Mik recalled the writing on the sarcophagus, I'm sure he might not have as many problems. Or... maybe get a lead that would give me some darneded answers.

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Drinking with Paw was bad. Paw could drink him under the table pretty quickly and Mari was bound and determined to drink Paw under the table. They all sat around the kitchen table, a mass of papers before them with symbol variations and the Blood bible peaking out of one corner. The back of their hands had symbols drawn on them, a few quick twitches of a permanent marker while between drinks.

Mik had stopped drinking as heavily as the other two. Sipping instead of downing it as fast as possible. The laptop sat atop an empty chair, its screen dark now but once lit it would reveal a listing of symbols used in pop culture.

None of which matched the markings on the wall.

Taln and Lillow had both wandered through. Taln went straight to bed. Lillow peered at them, made a face and went into the living room instead.

Through the whiskey and the vodka they debated the possibility of all of the symbols.

It was some time after midnight when they all stumbled off to their various beds and it was a strange, strange night for Mik. He had hot flashes and nightmares and when he woke he felt more hung over than he had expected.

When he finally got out of bed, he could at least see straight. Although his head was throbbing loudly and Paw’s moaning wasn’t helping much.

He walked into the living room, rubbing his forehead and glared at the new partner, holding a paintbrush in one hand. He moved on towards the kitchen and pulled to a stop, spinning too quickly as he jabbed a finger at the partner.

“What are you doing?”

The young man had the paintbrush poised to paint over the symbols on the wall. The paintbrush dropped in an instant, one little drop hitting the wall at the bottom of the writing, almost covering one of the symbols.

“Galt told me to!”

“You make a piss poor soldier,” Mik snapped back, regretting the sound of his own voice as it vibrated everything inside his skull.

“I’m not a soldier. I snuck into the lecture and Souse liked me so he like. Grabbed me or something and. Galt said that if I don’t paint over the wall he’ll send me back to school and I can’t go back to school, not after knowing this.”

“So say no.”

“Say… no? I can’t say no, he’ll send me back to school.”

“Say no, and then tell him he can deal with me. Or better yet Paw. Galt has no fucking say over the partners, no fucking say over whether you stay or you go. That man in there, passed out as he is, piss drunk as he is, has the say over whether you stay or you go and I promise you if you paint over that you will leave the program. By that window.” Mik pointed to the window behind the young man.

The partner looked at the window and back at Mik.

“But Galt… is head of the military.”

“And I am the ambassador to the Sidhe. What does Galt know about Paw’s temperament?”

“He said Paw might cry but it was necessary. Obsession is a bad thing…”

“He said Paw might cry… did he tell you what I might do to you?”

The young man gulped, “he didn’t. Say. What you’d do.”

“To you.”

“To me,” the young man squeaked.

He was showing dominance over the boy and effectively cutting off Galt’s control of the young man and the tie to the program. It would keep Galt a step behind the program and keep the man’s nose out of Mik’s business.

“Put the paint away, when Galt asks why you didn’t do it tell him I said I’d gut you four ways from Sunday if you tried. Did he say why he wanted it done?”

“No. He’s Galt, he doesn’t have to give reasons.”

“Mm. Too bad, because I’d love to get a hint to that,” Mik murmured.

“Well… this one here,” the young man pointed at something, “is the symbol on that book in the kitchen.”

“Which book?”

“The one with the dark brown leather cover, this symbol is in the center of the book.”

Mik walked to the kitchen and retrieved the Blood bible from the table. There was a symbol on the middle of the cover, one that Mik had dimly noticed before but hadn’t really thought about. He took the book back into the living room.

“This book?”

“Yes,” the young man turned and pointed at the symbol he meant, “see here, there are several extra lines but after that twitch, it’s exactly that symbol. It’s either a different dialect or it’s an alteration. I… studied near eastern languages and to conjugate a word, you make a slight alteration to the symbol used.”

“So… you can read this?”

“Gods no, I was just suggesting that this symbol here is a conjugation of the symbol on the cover of the book. What is that, anyhow?”

“Blood bible. Symbol likely dates back over a thousand years.”

“What’s it changed into now and what did it start as? Evolution is not just a process in nature, it’s also a process in literature and languages. Everything can be traced, if only you can find the where to trace it back to.”


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