ostro_goth: (Gotland)
Teja is in the forge, gathering a few things he is meaning to take to Gotland and show to Aligern -- for Adalgoth had told him that he would come to see them, soon.

It would, of course, be cheating history -- but then, Teja would gladly give his people any reasonable help he may.

No fire-arms, of course.

And then, of course, in the end, all his aid might result in could just as well be the development of the famous Ulberht swords that Teja has read about...
ostro_goth: (z Canon - playing harp)
It is very early morning.

By the fireplace, Teja is playing his harp, making his way through several songs that please him, from the future.

The remains of his breakfast are on a table at his side -- some bread, a bowl that contained some last spoonfuls of moretum, and a few small pieces of cured meat, which Count the cat is eyeing.

Very carefully.
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
"I would take them with me, to the place of my afterlife, so a doctor from the future may look at them," Teja had said, when he had once more found Adalgoth by himself, with his baby daughters, who were screaming so badly that the men could hardly speak against the noise.

Adalgoth stared at him.

"I would take you, also, if you may enter my door."

That was far more acceptable. Teja was quietly amused -- much as Adalgoth revered him, he would not let his king's ghost take his tiny daughters to the next world.


So they walked to the barrow-hill, Adalgoth carrying the babies, marvelling at the door when Teja opened it.

But he could not pass the threshold. Like an invisible wall, the strange place pushed Adalgoth away; in the end, Teja took the babies and stepped within, promising to be back in no time at all.-
ostro_goth: (Gotland)
It is sunny when Teja steps through his door today, into the snow that covers the slopes of his barrow-hill. It is wet snow, and as he approaches the house (again not leaving tracks in the snow), water is dripping off the eaves on the sun-side.

A boy and a girl (Alaric and Rauthgundis, Teja knows their names to be) are walking out of the door as he comes close, the boy sulking and the girl prodding him, and they pass within inches of him without taking any notice.

There is are noises inside the house, crying babies, and something rather more awful.

They're the twin girls, bawling in unison, and their father, Adalgoth, trying to tune an utterly out-of-tune harp.

Men may have made more beautiful music on random iron garden fences -- that bad a way is that poor instrument in.

Nobody else is in there, in the entire long house; all else have fled the noise, it seems.

The twins, when they see him, stop crying and look at him solemnly; and Adalgoth's hands still on the harp strings as he looks up to see what quietened his children.

"Are you here?" he whispers into the suddenly silent house.

"I am," Teja says, and sits beside him. Adalgoth looks at him, right at him, as if he could feel what he said, and guess where he sits.

"What befell your harp?" Teja asks.

"Snow fell on it from the roof, and it was lost for awhile, only appearing again with today's thaw," Adalgoth says. "One knows not who took it out, and I would not punish all the children until one confesses. I should, though, should I?"

He looks at Teja, who was always so stark and stern.

"You should not," Teja says. "They are but children; and if it is one of the older ones, honour and bad conscience will soon press it to confess on their own. What ails your babes, to make them cry that badly?"

"I know not," Adalgoth says. "They cry more than any of the others did, lately; and when one starts, the other will join in. Gotho is worried doubly: - for them, and for robbing all here of their night's sleep, night after night. I said I would watch them, so she may have a moment's quietness in the baking house."

One of the twins starts making uneasy noises again, and Teja gets up to look at her, and stroke the soft down on her head.

She quietens, looking at him in bemusement; and Teja wonders what it is that she sees, to dazzle her so.

"I shall ask the healer that works in the place serving as my afterlife, whether he may come here, or I may bring them, to find out what ails them, and cure them of it," Teja says. "And look at all the other things healers look at so babes grow up well. They have made quite an art of it."

"Will you come more often now?" Adalgoth asks. "And without dire need calling for you?"

"Yes," Teja says.

Then, the red cat slips in through the door, followed by chattering voices, and Teja knows it is time to leave.

Ghosting past Gotho and Liuta, re-entering into unexpected quiet, he returns into the sunlight, and to his barrow-hill, knowing he will be back.-
ostro_goth: (z Canon - with Adalgoth)
People had worn horns and strange dresses in the bar that day, and that, if nothing else, had told Teja which day of the year it was.

Last year, and the year before that, the veil between the worlds had become thin around this time, and Teja had seen how his people had fared, and then even spoken to those dearest to him, ending that which had been left dangling open-ended between them.

Teja did not expect anything this year; had they not spoken of all that had been unspoken for such a long time?

And yet, he knew it was the time, the only time when it was possible at all.

He had lain down in his bed night after night, ready for deep words, and yet woken each morning only from dream not much different from those on any other night of the year.

Life Goes On )
ostro_goth: (Brooding king)
The day before yesterday, Teja had found Urquhart lying on his cot, wild masses of blond hair covering back and shoulder, breathing quietly, but not answering to anything Teja said. Teja had left the coffee and gone.

Yesterday, Teja had found Urquhart still lying on his cot, hiding in his hair, with the coffee sitting untouched just inside the barrier in the place where things could be passed through. Teja had exchanged the cold coffee for nice fresh hot coffee, and left.

Today, Teja finds Urquhart still on his cot, unmoving, yesterday's coffee again cold and untouched. He takes away the cold coffee, then opens the barrier and walks inside with the hot coffee in his hands. He puts it down among the mess of books, finds a place to sit beside the cot, pushes his fingers deep into the wild blond hair, shoving it out of the way and taking hold, ungently, to lift up the man's head and force him to turn and face him. "So you are, indeed, still alive," he says, disdainfully.
ostro_goth: (Content)
It is summer in this place, and there is a surf on these shores, and somewhere out there, whales are reputed to be.

Teja is walking on the shore; Demeter and he have gone here today, from the cottage among the vineyards.

He is barefoot.
ostro_goth: (Abed)
It has not been a week yet, since Teja took ill; and Guppy had said to stay in his room for a week, lest he 'infect the universe', so Teja does that. But his fever and the hallucinations have receded somewhat, and he merely coughs and blows his nose much, now, and listlessly sprawls on his rug, too listless to read, even though he has books -- a surfeit of luxuries, like a modern man has, Teja chides himself, but that does not incite him to read any clever books about the end of the Roman empire, either.

So last night, he ventured out to find something else to read, and happened upon the Swan King, who was drinking by himself at the bar and assured him that shape-shifters didn't get sick, not in his world. When Teja told him what he was looking for, Donovan had said that many people liked to watch sentimental movies while they were recovering from something, in his experience. That most of his experience was about women, Donovan didn't say.

So, Teja asked the bar for sentimental movies and something to watch them with, and he got a stack of cases that contained disks much like his music CDs, and a player much like his CD player, also, but with a screen like a omputer attached to it. Teja took it all back to his room, but felt tired, and went to sleep.

This morning, however, he is awake again, sprawled on his rug, and instead of chiding himself for indolence, Teja is watching a movie, about the dramatic wreck of some huge, great ship, with thousands of people on it that are, to judge from the beginning of the tale, all going to drown. If any one comes to Teja's room, the rats will open the door, and Teja will look up from the little device which is playing quite lively music at the moment.
ostro_goth: (The Crow)
When he is asleep, rolled up on the large fur in front of his fireplace (Teja does not hold with spending days in bed), he dreams of rain and fire, explosions in the darkness, blood and black feathers.

When he wakes, he would rather sleep; he looks around blearily, and one of the rats brings him more water, or more tea, or perhaps ciders. They bring him chicken soup with roasted bread, also, but Teja never feels like eating much of it.

And then, he turns over again, Count settles on his feet or in the crook of his arms, and he returns to fire and darkness and a cat named Gabriel, and a tough young girl named Sarah, and the yearning for revenge, and for his beloved...
ostro_goth: (The Crow)
Justice. He needs to deal out justice, grimly, mercilessly, because he is the one that can do it; he does not flinch, and he take no wounds from those that would defend themselves, helplessly, against his just wrath.

Mercy. There are those whose lives were upset deeply by his death, and he would put it right. He would put it all right. Sarah; Gabriel -- they need a life, a future, hope, and will have it, almost as a by-product of his revenge. He walks through fire and explosion, runs over roofs in the rains, following the crow (rook?).

Hope. Out of all this, hope will spring, and he will have his reward: when the evil have been punished, when the good have their lives back, then he may go back and rejoin his beloved, whom these evil men have violated unto death.

Madness. To all those that meet him, this is madness. None know him, under the black and white paint; all think him dead. The trader does not know who he is, and gibbers as Eric (Teja?) is sitting on his floor, going through the golden rings in the man's box, throwing them over his shoulder, one after the other, until he finds the one that used to belong to his beloved, so small and thin, it barely fits on his smallest finger; but he puts it on, still, and strides out, flames rising behind him.

To his revenge; to his fate.-

[[OOC: Teja hallucinated being Eric Draven from 'The Crow', for the IMDb flu plot line in Milliways.]]
ostro_goth: (z Canon - with Adalgoth)
What The King Would Have Wanted )

[[OOC: Many elements of this had occasionally occurred to me; but the inspiration to write this now and in this shape came entirely from an IM conversation with [livejournal.com profile] saphyria last night, so many thanks to her for the idea! By now, two years into playing Teja at Milliways, I have accepted that he'll never have canon mates because his canon is completely unpalatable to everybody, even in the watered-down translation; so I no longer hesitate to give Adalgoth millicanon at last, and give Teja some sort of closure with it.]]
ostro_goth: (Mosaic)
[livejournal.com profile] ceitfianna wrote a wonderful drabble with Sameth and Teja in the forge -- so true to who they are!

The prompt was 'How to be dead'.
ostro_goth: (z Canon - with Totila)
Teja reading a book )

Teja popping his cherry )

Well-shagged Teja )

[[Warning: SEX in the second and third drabble. Duh!]]
ostro_goth: (z Cats - Count as cartoon)
[livejournal.com profile] alchemistseraph did three cute little Charlie/Teja drabbles for the 28 flavours meme. Linked so I don't lose them!
ostro_goth: (z Canon - brooding)
He is still there.

In the roots of a large tree by the pond in the forest, Teja is hiding; he is rolled together like a cat in a basket, head hidden under an outflung arm; but he is not sleeping.

He is mourning, picking through the contents of his heart, scratching at the parts that hurt most: missing lost loves, regretting decisions that may have robbed him and another of happiness, the simple, physical movement of pushing away Totila, pushing away Adalgoth...
ostro_goth: (z -- Motorbike)
The laws of men would never get any less complex, and so, Teja had been led towards something he did not really wish for.

Legal Ramifications )
ostro_goth: (z -- Villa Rustica)
[[Some days after this]]

Witichis had stayed a night longer than all his guests -- only one night, and he was off again, leaving some of his armed men to watch over the womenfolk, along with staunch Wachis and the grooms.

Of which there was one more, now, as Duke Totila had left the Greek groom from Neapolis, also, as a 'gift' to his hostess. All knew how that was meant, and were glad about it, none more than Berenike, the Greek maid from Cyprus.

Little Athalwin was openly cranky: shiny Totila had left, his father had left soon after, and quiet Teja had not played his harp again. He was poking the grass with a stick, quite displeased; and Ursula, spreading the used and washed linen on the lawn, had to keep him from treading upon it.
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