I'm one hell of a gardener.

Julien is, after all, Gabriel's gardener... Twelve years ago a widow took home an orphaned boy she found on street. The widow, now housekeeper of (not so) great house of Hallenrod, shares responsibility for the boy with her master. The boy, Julien, is growing up helping his step-brother in the garden and Gabriel, the master, teaches him his art. The boy has surprisingly good green thumbs... and surprisingly good nose for demons.

And all that you have left behind...

Život – to je těžký, strastiplný let
stěhovavých ptáků
do krajin, kde je každý sám.
A nikdy nazpátek.
---
Life is a hard and agonizing flight
of migratory birds
to regions where you are alone.
And whence there’s no return.

(Jaroslav Seifert, Engl. transl. Ewald Osers)

What he really missed

What Justin almost painfully missed was the park at his house back in Hawthorne Cross. Although garden surrounding Vran's house was an overgrown jungle, Justin kept venturing in its depths nostalgically wishing for lush green lawns and trimmed hedges. And he and Vran's young gardener became fast friends - quite miraculously as neither knew any common words or language. Vran, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content with current state of his grounds and unwilling to change anything except ordering his gardener to clean one moss-covered bench and keeping his promise to accompany Justin on his late afternoon strolls.

Go back to sleep

"Is that you? Come on in. I'm in dire need of a company."

Fire in the fireplace was dying, the room wasn't very warm and yet Vran was lying on his bed without covers. Bandages on his eyes made the whole scene look somewhat surreal.

Vran's forehead under Justin's palm burned like a furnace.

"You have got a temperature."

"I would also say so, "Vran admitted, "it was a poison after all."

"Maybe I'm also slightly hallucinating," he added reluctantly.

„To jste vy? Pojďte dál. Myslím, že nutně potřebuji společnost.“

V krbu skomíral oheň a v místnosti rozhodně nepanovalo přílišné teplo, přesto však Vran ležel na posteli nepřikrytý. Obvázané oči dodávaly celému výjevu poněkud fantastický ráz.

Vranovo čelo pod Lukovou dlaní pálilo jako kovářská výheň.

„Máš horečku,“ obvinil Justin Vrana poněkud překvapen svým vlastním gestem.

„Také bych řekl,“ připustil Vran, „koneckonců byl to jed.“

„Možná i trochu blouzním,“ dodal neochotně.

 

(+10)

Mr. Brown & Mr. Black II

Mr. Brown & Mr. Black

From yesterday

Gentle yesterday. Newfound intimacy. And shyness. No, Justin and Gabriel are not lovers. But their bond is strong nevertheless.

(+1)

I can't tell the sun from the moon

[Last post before hiatus/Poslední příspěvek před dlouhodobým přerušením] Nothing could be further from the truth than to say Justin finds pleasure in sleeping late. His father woke up early due to his age and the whole household had to be awake before him. And Justin only followed the habit.
But now one cannot easily rise with first rays of sunshine when he is kept eyes wide open for the whole night. When the nightmares are coming into life seen in the corner of one's eye.

(─‿‿─)~♥

 

Julien (aka Julien) - Gabriel (aka Vran) - Justin (aka Luka) - Agniezska (aka Nemo) - Tristan (aka Orion)
They are all my precious characters, some of them are with me for more than three years, but only Justin has become real. So far.
Play with DreamSelfy, because everyone is doing this.

Song: Garbage - #1 Crush

With every morning coffee

[Forgive the miserable quality, our camera is an old fart, which makes pictures blurry and yellow. (×_×)]
I guess I'm the only one, who can as much as fangirl about my characters. I designed the print and had it custom printed in a photolab (cost me about 10$). Now it's is MINE. Umm, and I lied about the coffee, I can't drink it.