| Well, I have Caius again. Well the one thing I ever had that reminded me of him. I can tell Duncan does not agree with my attachment to such material things, though I believe he's never been in a similar position. I can say now that he was definitely the most memorable of all the children I've reared, though even Methos can say that he was 'unique.' Caius, not Duncan, obviously.
I'm feeling much calmer now and there hasn't been a theft since we installed Amy's cameras. I'm going to take that as a good sign.
( Dinner at a friend of a friend's. ) | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment   |
| I have to learn to stop speaking at all. This shouldn't upset me, but we both know it does. Even if it's innocent, and even if it does turn out well for both of them, or even simply fades, I cannot shake the feeling that she still needs protection. I know she's well grown but... it's an old feeling, and I'm still old and inflexible.
( That was unexpected... ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So far, our side investigations haven't turned up anything in regards to the thefts. It really is starting to wear on me. I can understand the armor being stolen, yes I'm finally willing to admit that it's gone, seeing as it would bring in a rather high price to some of the more fervent collectors out there. However, I don't see why anyone would take that statue. I should have brought it home. It meant nothing to anyone outside of my family and their descendants. Not to mention that the Insurance Company are wary about me now seeing as the museum's long history of thefts since I've taken over. It's distressing.
That and Phillip's still getting phone calls, though we can only hope they're wrong numbers. Someday, we'll be able to sit down for dinner without all of this hanging over our heads.
I wonder if Optomism becomes me.
( At Phillip's for Dinner ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Methos and Ceirdwyn came to dinner the other night and it was exciteable to say the least. Ceirdwyn is as emotional as I ever had known her, but then again I don't expect any different from the Celts. Still, it was pleasant having so many people so close to me at the dinner table seeing as I haven't had a situation conducive to such things in quite some time. Everyone seemed to get along well, though I'm starting to think that's only because they all enjoy taking their relative jabs at me. I wonder when I turned into such a target?
( Excited Pre-dinner Conversation. ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| At first my idea was to not tell Philip anything and let him figure out on his own that we had an extra for dinner. Still, it would be too cruel and he does so well with surpises on his own. It's turning into lovely evening.
( Phone call with Philip ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Well today was more excitement than I planned. Certainly, there's the trouble with the installation, which will be completed within the next few days if I can keep Amy from tearing apart those doing said installations. And there's that one breastplate that still won't turn up. Still, this was a startling turn of events. I haven't seen her for the past few hundred years. As she said, too damned long.
...Who taught her to speak like that? I know it wasn't me.
( Reunion of Old Warriors ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Well, Amy has coaxed me out once more, she does seem to have a talent to doing that. Better than anyone else I've known. She also coaxed my concerns out of me which... I must say, still lie with me. I'll have to see this man for myself, but if he truly is my old Mentor, then there will be trouble. As for my rather recent hiding away, I'll leave it to Amy to explain it to Methos. I'm sure she'll find a way to articulate it better. After all, he's learning quickly not to argue with her.
( I don't think my office resembles that much like a cave... ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| This is the third day I've spent locked away in this office. I've come out for meals, of course, seeing as this wasn't my first house where I could simply have them sent here. Granted, had the option been present, I would be glad to. I've looked through my old journals again, from my mortal years (it is a surprise that I have them at all by now) as well as those from the years of the Republic. I know this does not bode well, for either Methos or his friend. I would feel a bit better if Methos had simply given up the sword, it is not as if he didn't have any others, but I realize it's entirely too late. He will accept the blade back on very certain terms, which I'm sure neither of us really wish to fill.
I should have realized that nothing goes unpunished. Not even anything as indescript as a questional parting. This didn't end when it should have and now there might be casualties. I would end this myself now but I'm hesitant to repeat old battles, especially when I hadn't exactly been on the winning side the first time.
( There was no way to forsee this. ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I should have known she couldn't leave work alone. Not that I'm surprised at all, but I do recall once being the one in charge. I shouldn’t complain, everything was well under her control.
I was worried if there would be repercussions from the previous evening. Apparently there was no need, though we did manage to come to some agreement finally. I never asked for it, because I was content with the way things were. Well, more so. At least now I hope she’ll cease ambushing me, using her words of course. Philip and she do seem to agree on one thing, she is dangerous. Still, I think I enjoy her particular danger.
( Now to get her to work less... ) | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| I have just gotten back from lunch with Philip. We talked about small things before he returned home. Still, it was a long and strange night to recover from.
Yesterday, Amy had once again fixed the museum's schedule so that neither of us were actually needed at the exhibit installation, apparently having enlisted the efforts of our interns and volunteers again. However, she planned another game night with Philip, though this time it hadn't ended quite the same. He still won but... I suppose I'm not used to this. Not that I have complaints, short of wondering where Amy had gone to in the morning. I'm sure she'll come home before dinner, though I might drop in on the museum before then to see how the installation went.
( Poker Night )
( The Spoils of the Game )
( The Next Morning ) | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| I certainly hope Jon hasn't called home yet. I think the boy has slept in today, though I can't rightly blame him. It was bad enough that today the Museum was open later than usual, so most of us had opted to stay longer. But even I was allowed to leave once we closed. Jon did come late in the afternoon for his appointment and orientation. However... well. I hope Connor and Claire do not fault me for his having to stay longer. Amy might not see the trouble, seeing as she's done this to interns in the past, but I would really prefer not to have to deal with Clan MacLeod coming for my head.
( A long day at the office... )
( A quiet evening at home ... ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So he, Phillip, Adam, Whatever, is back in Brazil, and, for his sake, I hope he returns soon lest Amy having marked her calender for his return and track him down herself. Not that either of us would put it past her these days I think... We did manage to see his new apartment before he left, which gave her some confidence that he wouldn't disappear again. It's quite nice, I often forget that he does have some sense of decor to him.
( A short visit and a great amount of guilt ) | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Excerpt from Marcus Constantine's private journal:
I've felt the hectic edge of the past weeks finally wearing away. There are times, I believe, that my new bride bases her choices on whatever will unnerve me the most. I've protested so much this past year as she made plans and schedules for our wedding, always finding small details that bothered me out of small but habitual superstition. I also believe she knew this being the reason for my protests, and pressed for it anyway to shake me out of my rather archaic habits. It is her tendency, I've found. I suppose I've gotten so used to being thought of as an old fashioned eccentric that I had forgotten what it was like being with someone who knew me better.
Surely, this must have been why she had chosen a February wedding, though I've never once had one before because it was forbidden when I was younger as well as marraiges involving the Kalends of the month, which of course would be the day we had left for our Honeymoon. It was frustrating enough, what with my best friend's absence from the ceremony to which I might note that if I see him soon, he had better have a good reason for doing so. But on the first night of our honeymoon, when I was quite desperate to rest and hold my wife, I heard her whisper, 'Quando tu Gaius, ego Gaia,' a vow I haven't heard since my last Roman wedding. The woman is unlike anyone I've ever met.
That leaves us here, for which I practically pled to be. She almost had not wanted to go on a honeymoon reminding me how well my last planned two week vacation had gone some years ago. I think she simply hadn't wanted to leave work in Gregory's hands again, knowing quite well I wouldn't allow her a moment to work if we left. There is a small hotel in Old Acapulco, which while not exactly the Yucatan like I always promise to bring her to, it's just as well and our suite has a wonderful view of the Bosa Chica canal. It's pleasantly warm and, if I could ever leave my land behind, I'd like to come here again for a longer excursion.
There is an archaeological site nearby at Palma Sola that I plan to visit before we leave with a ceremonial center one thousand feet above sea level and at one time was the home of their oldest inhabitants from two thousand years ago. I try not to laugh when they sound impressed by it. Also in this sect is the Cultural center with the rest of its archaelogical peices. It is in all quite impressive.
Of course, Amy and I have been quite distracted amidst our marital and vacational bliss. I remember all my wives and all my loves and know there is truly no other like her. We've but a week left in our honeymoon, and I doubt I'll be able to return to my journal before that time is over. I don't mind. I've offered to give her anything she could ever want. She laughed. Perhaps I'll ask again, I don't think I deserve to be the only one to be teased.
Marcus Constantinus Ostia, Curator ibidem
B NON MAR F, Anno Domini MCMXCIX | | comments: Leave a comment |
| It seems Adam... or rather Methos is gone. I know why he left and I'm not about to explain it to Amy. She seemed upset enough. I can wait. I have for this long. I just hope he realizes he has to come back sooner than fifteen years.
( I doubt this is truly goodbye. ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I always manage to get myself into this position. Two relationships and always in ways that are not accepted. Of course, polygamy in general is hardly accepted these days. But even then, I've had these problems.
I love them both, and they both know it. I should mark myself lucky but I can only concentrate on how complicated it makes for all of us. Though, even in the best scenario, there is only one way this could end. It isn't something I would ever look forward to.
( Phone call with Adam ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Amy had invited Adam to dinner. Not that I minded at all. We've been to his apartment for dinner several times. Of course, neither of them bothered to tell me, which is surprising me less and less these days. They get along well, which I'm grateful for.Though it was a bit of a shock this one time, seeing how long we had seen eachother the night previous. Still, I should mark this as a good thing.
( Personally, I think I do well at dinner parties. ) | | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment |
| I had gone to Adam's the other day, giving Amy time to let her anger settle. I know she means well and I can see the point of her worry. This was why I was so worried about her when those phone calls began, lest I'd have to send her a similar letter. I suppose I've become jaded somewhat. I was touched, as dry as the one I received had been. It's his way, and I knew that long ago. And many do similar in the face of such conflicts. I believe that Amy now understands that our immortality is more than history in hidden libraries. I will have to wait for her to calm down before we can speak about it.
On the other note, Adam and I discussed a great deal. I'm surprised he had looked for me at all, and almost feel like I've shorted him for not having returned the favor in near two thousand years. Titus was smarter than I gave him credit for to be able to hide these from me so long after his own temper got the better of him. It does make me question now though. There were many years between us, or so I had believed. I did my best to seem distanced from it all. But I still know what I've known all this time, that some part of me is still with him. I suppose it's a moot point. We've our lives now and they're greatly different. And I have Amy now. I should simply silence that nagging thought as I have all these other years. It might now require a bit more effort.
( [ Unreadable ] Phone Call regarding the letters )
( [ Unreadable ] I only drank half the bottle. ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Adam came over with mostly pleasant news though we all agree there could have been better outcomes. I'm glad he is alright as well as the boy. We talked about a few things, mostly about Amy's family, though I really must speak seriously with her on the matter sometime later. It was mostly small talk until she left us to drink and speak on what exactly had happened. I hadn't meant to be pessimistic about our Madman, though I hope we can find a more permenant way of getting rid of him.
( It's back to work then. ) | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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