ostro_goth: (Guitar)
For this AU, Teja is a present-day metal musician of rather minor importance -- good solid session guitarist, member of about three underground projects in and around Philly.

He does both martial arts and metalwork on the side, as Teja would not be complete without all three of those; but if the alternative culture media notice him at all, it's as the boyfriend of artist, underground model and trans rights activist Miss Pyrrha Pandora. He sometimes provides Security at protests or fashion shows (which aren't always clearly separated).
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
 It is the very height of summer now, so the fields are turning golden, the young animals in the meadows are nicely grown and running around when they are not stuffing their faces with the abundant grass, and the people are busy in the gardens and in the workshops and among the granaries.

One of the children points up at the procession coming down the barrow-hill, and then everybody is running up to meet them.
ostro_goth: (Gotland children)
It is spring in Gotland, the fields are tilled, and the livestock have young. There is more land under the plough now than in earlier years, as the homestead's children are growing up and can help till the earth, and the horses, pride and joy of the Goths living here, roam wide pastures with their young.

The barrow-hill by the sea is the only land not being worked now, circled by a fence to keep the sheep away, with a small gate for visitors to the special place where the kings from the south-lands lie in eternal slumber.

But with this barrow-hill, visiting goes both ways. As Teja opens the door, Bodhi and he are standing on the hillside, overlooking the fields and pastures, and the large longhouse in which Teja's friends live. It has been expanded since his last visit, and is almost a hall now, with out-buildings and stables and workshops, and many children about.

A group of them is sitting on the fence and staring at them as they appear.

"That is the king," an older boy with a hat explains to some of the younger ones, and they are awed, and slowly approach uphill.
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
It's harvest time in Gotland -- the grain has already come in off the fields, but there are fruit and vegetables, to harvest and store and pickle and cook and dry, everybody is very busy.

Teja has come with Egil, to show him how everything works and how people grow food -- it is all very down-to-earth here. In Italy, he'll see trucks of olives and tanks full of wine, but here, there are buckets and baskets and pitch-forks.

The Gotland children are very happy to show little Egil everything; they love the little fellow. Of course they have all their own chores in this, but they proudly show off the chores as well.
ostro_goth: (Content)
[[Ctd. from here.]]

Teja opens the door, laden as he is.

His usually comfortable, creatively untidy room is still that -- there is even Ferdinand the cat, sprawling all over Teja's bed, fast asleep. There are simply two new doors, one of them leading to a kitchen that provides all the modern comforts and appliances as well as a space to comfortably sit and eat, the other leading to Egil's room in Loki's apartment on the 12th floor.

One better should not think about how that works.
ostro_goth: (x Forge - hammering)
[[OOC: Immediately following this conversation]]

Teja is in the forge this evening, sharpening a new blade on his whetstone by the window.

Work goes slower without Javert; but then, on the other hand, the Goth has no war to outfit now, and he can make his swords at his leisure. This one is light and narrow, a thing that would have been used in the rennaissance or beyond, not a heavy medieval longsword.

The fire is burning low but steady, and the cats are sleeping by the hearth-stones, all four of them rolled up, with only one or two watchful eyes cracked open when a visitor enters.
ostro_goth: (x Forge - fiery)
Teja works into the night today.

He has sent his helper away much earlier, and closed the forge; but he has been thinking about the billet that delaminated the other day again this evening. He took it in his stride at the time, but it still irks.

He is in the forge now, re-smelting that metal, the smaller smelter set up by the forge-fire.

The door is standing ajar; but the cats are out hunting mice in the stables. Teja is observing the process, even though there is nothing to see at the moment. It is as if he was thinking himself into the smelter, willing it to work.

When he tears his mind away for a moment, he files upon a small piece of mokumegane which is smooth and lovely, but as yet not of any recognisable shape for either ornament or implement.-
ostro_goth: (z -- Villa Rustica)
The door from Milliways opens into a kitchen.

It is an old kitchen, with low dark beams and flagstone floor; there is a stone sink and an open fireplace as well as more modern cabinetry, a large table, and old wooden chairs with woven seats.

It all looks very quiet, and homely.

Outside the window, there is the bright Tuscan sunshine, and a yard in which a motorcycle is parked.-
ostro_goth: (Content)
This is not a good time to linger in the bar and maybe be spoken to by people that can be, occasionally, annoying.

So Teja picks up the one cat -- Myrrh --  that comes to greet him as he returns from Gotland with Pyrrha, orders dinner from a rat, to be served in his room in a while, and then offers his hand to Pyrrha, to walk upstairs with her.
ostro_goth: (Questioning)
After he returns from Carlotta's wedding, Teja feels weary to the bone.

The unholy mess with Fern, and the need to avoid Demeter, have taken all the fight out of him, for the moment.

Upon returning, he doesn't go straight up to his room; he goes outside and sits on one of the lawn tables with a rough clay cup of mead beer, looking at the night sky while drinking quietly.

From somewhere out of the night, a small grey cat comes to casually sit beside him.

He picks up the cat, and holds him in his arms, and buries his face in the soft face for a moment.

Count smells of hay and of horses, and of the forge-fire.
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
The door opens as if out of a hillside; and below the hill, a farm nestles.

In it centre, there's a large long-house built from field-stones and large beams, thatched in reed and low-eaved; around it, there are outbuildings: baking oven, smithy, chicken coop, storage and the like. Cows, sheep and goats are grazing on the hills around; there are chickens and geese in the yard, and horses in a meadow.

Children are playing hide-and-seek among the buildings, and two tall burly men, one older and one younger, are hard at work at the smithy, mending sickles and scythes.

It is the early evening.
ostro_goth: (Despairing)
Teja is in the forge, cleaning up shelves and throwing away notes of past projects, and broken things.

Paper goes in the fire, metal goes into the crucible.

While he does so, the Goth is deeply worried, and broods. There has never been such a dangerous being in the cells as Loki is. If Teja could only hate him, then there would be much less reason for this gnawing dread in his heart. But Teja respects Loki still, as a god of his people, and one that the tales have dealt a harsh and unfair deal, at that.

Teja would see him redeemed, and stand out in the sun and know that he is free in this place: - not a god and ruler, but free from his bonds, like any other.

But chances are, if any takes down the magic barrier, and opens that cage, then this place is doomed yet again from the uncontrollable rage of a completely crazed god.

Teja would give him a chance, but cannot risk endangering all whose safety is his duty.

At least, the god was reading the last time Teja checked, from afar.

There is none here that Teja knows of, none! that might tell with any certainty when it may be safe to let Loki go. For what healer of broken minds may gauge a god??

Teja sighs deeply, his heart filled with pity, and throws another page of provisional book-keeping upon the fire.
ostro_goth: (Gotland in winter)
That thing people do when the world ends... )



[[OOC: Warning for doom and gloom and faint mention of sexual things.]]
ostro_goth: (Mosaic)
Here's a link to a good summary of the edges I've been negotiating with Teja and his canon (and its historical implications, which are only getting re-evaluated very recently):

How to be a fan of problematic things
ostro_goth: (Default)
As if to mark the 100th anniversary of its author's death, Teja's canon is now available in English via Project Gutenberg, in the good contemporary Wolffsohn translation.

Volume One

Volume Two

Volume Three


First link is in German, sorry -- but the point is, canon in English for anybody who can put up with 19th century historical novel, which admittedly is hardly anybody any more.
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
Teja opens the door onto the snowy evening hills of Gotland, the sea calmly and regularly breathing in the background.

The last rays of the sun are paling being the hills on the far side where the path winds towards the next farm, and there is warm firelight in the still-open door of the stately farmhouse that is the home of Teja's friend -- 'stately' for 7th century Scandinavia, that is.

Figures are working around the baking shed.

"Honey-cakes!" Hilde squeals joyfully, charging down the hill.
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
Twins will not always do everything together.

This time, when Teja quietly slips into the homestead of his people, all but Gotho are making ready to leave, even though it is evening, to ride over to the farm of one Agilulf and one Martialis Romanus -- Teja remembers them, oh indeed he does! -- for a feast, but worrying about one of the twins, who is crying without pause, as she is teething. The other one, little Myrtia, already has two teeth; Valeria only has one tiny tip breaking through, and is crying in pain, even though Liuta gave her soft wood to chew on, and has a tincture to rub on the gums.

Teja, who cannot go with them, as there will be many who would know him by sight, offers to watch the crying child so she will not mar the feast; in the end, Gotho leaves but little Hilde stays with him, as one must at least pretend to be watching the teething baby.

Teja sings to them. Hilde, who would much rather stay with the king than go to a boring grown-up feast, snuggles beside them on the bed-bench, and soon falls asleep to the long, repetitive ballad of battles and hero-names.

Little Valeria yowls out her discontent for a long while, throwing her chewing wood, turning and flailing, showing the dead king just how much strength there can be in the tiny body of an eight-months-old child that wishes for something, or wishes for something to stop.

Finally, she quietens down, from the singing and the gentle rocking that goes with it, and chews her piece of wood, looking up at Teja with large fascinated eyes, the hard little skull with the soft bit of fluff sinking against his cheek.

But he is not allowed to stop, as then, she would start up again.

It is many hours, well into the night, until the homesteaders return, and Teja is singing the many, many stanzas of what would turn into the Lay of Hildebrand.

While he sings, all the words flowing freely from his memory, he muses how very odd this is, considering who he was and who he is elsewhere: - how should those that followed him into death have taken him in earnest, how will those he must keep the peace among still feel awe of him, if they saw him like this, singing to a sweet, now-happy and smiling baby, softly rocking her in his arm. And he feels he must be smiling, gently, his grim heart soothed by the trusting little person on his lap.

All grimness would be lost at that sight.

When his friends return, he stands; he hands the baby back to Gotho, will hear nothing of apologies, and promises to come again another day.

He wanders back up the barrow-hill and through his tomb into Milliways, still pondering.-
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
Teja is sitting by the door, turning the snake bracelet in his hands.

He is waiting for his friends to to turn up, so they may go visit his people together.
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
Count had decided to stay in Milliways and chase demonic rabbits, so among the things Teja carries down the barrow-hill, there is no cat, this time. But there are many other things: his harp, some pots Demeter prepared, and a satchel full of clanging tools he had promised Wachis to bring.

It is a beautiful day this time, early afternoon in bright spring, with fruit trees in bloom and flowers open in the meadows. From the farm, little Hilde is racing towards them when she sees them, as she had been playing with the kittens in front of the longhouse' door.
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