Breakfast At Stephanie's
I:
Thursday, October 20,
2005: New York City, New York: The Benjamin
Hotel, 125 East 50th Street
The sun gently begins to caress the morning sky of this perhaps the greatest city on earth. The steel and concrete jungle stands not as such, but as a mighty forest, whose skyscrapers climb ever so higher trying to become one with the heavens. I adore it. They are monuments to man's desire to reach higher, go taller, go further than any predecessor. They make fools of history. Humanity's relentlessness in surpassing those past, present, and future knows no boundaries.
It is a cool morning. Autumn's grasp is now firm, and has banished the Summer for yet another year. I step out onto the balcony in my white silk robe which utterly caresses my skin in the breeze which greets me. I awoke at perhaps 6am or so, unable to sleep awfully well in beds that I am not accustomed to. A long hot bath seduced my mind and body, and this coffee warms my body and has awoken my soul.
I stand and think on things long past, and I cannot help but think of the present. He is only a mile away or two at most, probably asleep, in bed warmly with his wife, the Duchess of Wessex. No...I will not cry. I am done crying. I loved Robert Lancaster, not the Duke of Wessex. She only sees his Chain of Nobility and nothing else; covetousness runs through her veins, and avarice, through his. What lays slumbering on the SD card of my digital camera has yet to be released. I have hotly debated the merits of action or contrarily, silence. For now, patience is a virtue I must remember. And I must not forget why I am here in this city that never sleeps.
Why am I here.
I am here only because of him. It is his betrayal of his Faith, of his family, his heritage, his son, and perhaps worst of all, his betrayal of himself that has brought me here, and has brought Seamus. I know in Seamus' heart he loathes what is to come. His only quest? To destroy his best friend before he destroys all others. I saw the regret in Seamus' eyes when we went to fetch him to bring him here, at O'Leary's. Seamus will have to look deeper into his soul than he ever has before.
I can only offer him my unbridled support. And I can only pray to God that this will end the Avarice Heresy once and for all.
I am so disgusted by this. I deeply savour my Colombian roasted coffee as the breeze gently moves my hair about my figure and face. I brush it aside and sigh. I stare out in wonder as the light of day seizes New York City fully. What is to come.
II: Thursday, October 20, 2005: New York City, New York: Trump International Hotel & Tower, 1 Central Street West
Three days away until I make my return. I am fit, toned, and prepared to meet the challenges Phoenix and Curtis will throw in my path. I am also ready for Finnegan. I know he'll be there, and so will she.
I couldn't sleep terribly well. I am full of anticipation. I draw back the drapes and step onto the balcony overlooking this great metropolis, as the sun begins its ascent in the Eastern sky. A coffee is my only companion as Marissah happily slumbers. She's so beautiful.
I will not deny I am full of wonder still: what is to come? What will Finnegan and her plot against me. I shall be ready. We shall be ready.
The Destroyer of Worlds awaits them.
The cold air wraps around my body as I pull the coffee closer to me, deeply taking it in. I am unsettled. I know they are here. I know she is here.
Just how near she is...
The sun gently begins to caress the morning sky of this perhaps the greatest city on earth. The steel and concrete jungle stands not as such, but as a mighty forest, whose skyscrapers climb ever so higher trying to become one with the heavens. I adore it. They are monuments to man's desire to reach higher, go taller, go further than any predecessor. They make fools of history. Humanity's relentlessness in surpassing those past, present, and future knows no boundaries.
It is a cool morning. Autumn's grasp is now firm, and has banished the Summer for yet another year. I step out onto the balcony in my white silk robe which utterly caresses my skin in the breeze which greets me. I awoke at perhaps 6am or so, unable to sleep awfully well in beds that I am not accustomed to. A long hot bath seduced my mind and body, and this coffee warms my body and has awoken my soul.
I stand and think on things long past, and I cannot help but think of the present. He is only a mile away or two at most, probably asleep, in bed warmly with his wife, the Duchess of Wessex. No...I will not cry. I am done crying. I loved Robert Lancaster, not the Duke of Wessex. She only sees his Chain of Nobility and nothing else; covetousness runs through her veins, and avarice, through his. What lays slumbering on the SD card of my digital camera has yet to be released. I have hotly debated the merits of action or contrarily, silence. For now, patience is a virtue I must remember. And I must not forget why I am here in this city that never sleeps.
Why am I here.
I am here only because of him. It is his betrayal of his Faith, of his family, his heritage, his son, and perhaps worst of all, his betrayal of himself that has brought me here, and has brought Seamus. I know in Seamus' heart he loathes what is to come. His only quest? To destroy his best friend before he destroys all others. I saw the regret in Seamus' eyes when we went to fetch him to bring him here, at O'Leary's. Seamus will have to look deeper into his soul than he ever has before.
I can only offer him my unbridled support. And I can only pray to God that this will end the Avarice Heresy once and for all.
I am so disgusted by this. I deeply savour my Colombian roasted coffee as the breeze gently moves my hair about my figure and face. I brush it aside and sigh. I stare out in wonder as the light of day seizes New York City fully. What is to come.
II: Thursday, October 20, 2005: New York City, New York: Trump International Hotel & Tower, 1 Central Street West
Three days away until I make my return. I am fit, toned, and prepared to meet the challenges Phoenix and Curtis will throw in my path. I am also ready for Finnegan. I know he'll be there, and so will she.
I couldn't sleep terribly well. I am full of anticipation. I draw back the drapes and step onto the balcony overlooking this great metropolis, as the sun begins its ascent in the Eastern sky. A coffee is my only companion as Marissah happily slumbers. She's so beautiful.
I will not deny I am full of wonder still: what is to come? What will Finnegan and her plot against me. I shall be ready. We shall be ready.
The Destroyer of Worlds awaits them.
The cold air wraps around my body as I pull the coffee closer to me, deeply taking it in. I am unsettled. I know they are here. I know she is here.
Just how near she is...