asinglewordwilldo: (emote - this does NOT look good)
http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8634920.html

[Since his arrival, Alva has been subjected in small part to the whims of the castle during the whirlwind month of August, but otherwise has escaped the machinations of Cair Paradisa...or so he thought, until he woke for his morning cup of tea and spent five minutes (or five years, it felt like) being sick in the bathroom.]

[Now have a very testy, still somewhat pale Alva holed up in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and as deep a frown on his face as anyone has seen as he toys with his cup and mutters by his open journal.]


Clearly I've upset someone with my search...
asinglewordwilldo: (emote - working)
http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8497576.html

[Having taken up almost permanent residence in the library, he actually decides to leave in search of tea and maybe a bite to eat. After all, he's been too busy, too curious to realize his stomach was growling and he doesn't have Evey around to prod at him to join her and Paul for lunch anymore or any such nonsense...]

[Pushing aside the wistful little pang that comes with remembering his team, he opens his journal and gets to the task at hand, speaking in a clear, businesslike tone as he wanders through the halls heading for the kitchen.]


In the last four weeks, we've all dealt with an onslaught of strange occurrences both subtle and extreme in nature. I, for one, am quite curious about the nature of these events, and Cair Paradisa herself. Frankly, I can't believe I'm alone in my desire to know more...and I'd like to meet my like-minded brethren.

To that end, any parties that would care to learn, to understand this living puzzle may locate me in the kitchen. My name is Alva Keel...and I look forward to meeting all of you.

{ooc: wiiiide open, Alva's recruting! :P}
asinglewordwilldo: (emote - displeased)
http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8130719.html

[It's been a very busy morning for Alva, witnessing the next in a string of events that have been taking place since his arrival. Really, the guy's happier than he knows what to do with...even today, sleeping in a straw bed and witnessing the change in the castle that has clearly taken a turn in favor of praising the gentler sex. Not that he has a problem with it, Alva's all about equal rights...but the crick in his neck from the change in bedding and the lack of a pillow is bothering him some.]

I would ask only one request of the ladies residing in Cair Paradisa today: watch carefully the things you say in the presence of those males who are respectful and considerate enough to be undeserving of the scorn Paradisa's showing us.

Aside from that? Enjoy yourselves...and please, if you'd care to share any particularly unusual stories of the day's events, I will be in the library. My door, time, and journal, are at your service.
asinglewordwilldo: (emote - considering)
http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8090728.html

[Curious!Alva is curious and happy as a pig in slop when he awakes the next day and after a cup of tea (graciously provided by the castle on request...along with a bit of cake because he missed out for the most part yesterday), he sets to work on the task at hand: learning all he can about his new temporary home.]

[As the day progresses and he takes note of those with and without tags on their heads, he finds himself missing Evey and Paul for the first time. From the halls of the tenth floor, a wistful sigh can be heard through the pages of the journal.]


[Unfocused, directed to the castle at large] I don't suppose you'd bring a couple of people in if I asked, would you?

[a beat, then a laugh]

No, of course not. We all lose something when we come here...ah well.
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] Shock)
http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8073606.html

[He walked into the other room over an hour ago to fetch a set of backup batteries for his tape recorder...and found himself in an entirely different world. It's a distressing situation, yet as always curiosity overwhelms fear. Through the open journal on the nearby table, perhaps some sounds can be heard...feet shuffling, pages turning, breathing...but otherwise, it's a full hour after his arrival before any sign of the castle's newest denzien can be detected.]

[A button clicks...it becomes clear that he's dictating, into the tape recorder that can't be seen.]


I am no longer in Boston.

My surroundings are well-appointed and lavish, yet I do not know how I came to have them. I have not left the room, but I know that wherever I am, it is not a modern construct. The walls are stone, well-built and very quaint.

If I did not know better, I would say I’d gone back in time and found myself in some forgotten king’s great castle bedchamber.

[A pause, footsteps. He's pacing a bit, measured and calm.]

I intend to make a full exploration in order to better ascertain what I am dealing with…but first I will search the immediate area. If I am still in the country, I hope to make my way home. If not…wherever I am, I pray I am not in danger.

[Another pause...a little laugh]

To be honest, if the rest of my location is anything like this room…I wouldn’t mind doing a little investigating.
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] This Does *Not* Look Good...)
((Note: Takes place after his abduction here.))

So beautiful but ice runs through your veins
Slowly draining all my life away
Perfection in a shell devoid of life
Cause you leave a trail of broken dreams behind


He’s doing the best he can to hold on. It’s burning him alive from the inside out, this alien force that wants his life. It’s a fire not of earthly origin, alive with deadly intent and set on nothing less than his total submission to its will.

He pictures her face...it doesn’t help.

The words are leaving him...words he has to fight, the first thing the fire seeks out. Rob him of his weapons, take his one chance at survival. Demoralization and ineffectuality...render him impotent and focus on breaking his will. One incantation, and he could have stopped it...but for the life of him, he can’t remember...

He tries to hear her voice...it fades in the roar of flames.

There’s death in the power moving through his blood, preparing his body for the coming invasion...the ultimate sacrifice, the final rape of his spirit. It’s the devil waiting on the sidelines, ready to step in and claim everything he is. He knows the devil...recognizes its origin and its form. This is not the demon that took hold of Rory...no, this demon demands more than flesh. It can’t live without life and heart...it needs to invade his soul and make it his own before it can animate his flesh and assume his likeness.

He remembers her touch...and finally, at last...he feels something.

The flames rise high again, but this time they are of his own making. They warm the flesh and fuel the blood rather than freezing it, stilling it for the parasite inside. He commands the torch this time, pushing it forward into the invasion with a roar of fury and passion...passion and love, black rage born of pure love.

Imhotep. The name of the demon is Imhotep. That’s what he needs...to know his enemy. Know his enemy...fight his enemy.

With the last of his strength...the memory of soft hands on his body, a lover’s touch that fills him with remembered strength...Alva begins to fight.

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 340
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] Shock)
She's sweet and innocent
too beautiful to leave alone
Draw you near to her
and crush you like she's made of stone
It's a war that we're heading for
and it starts here tonight
Wipe you clean like a memory
Put up a fight


Trouble On The Horizon )

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: MIRACLES
Words: 712
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] That Certain Smile)
NOTE: set shortly before Lorelai's pregnancy.

Alva peered at the small bag in the front seat, then glanced up at Lorelai with a small smile as she drove. They were taking the Jeep, which he didn't mind...nor did he mind the presence of the paper bag with its odd assortment of items, all of which had been hand-picked by Lorelai herself.

"Lorelai, darling," he finally sighed with a patient smile, picking up the bag off the floor and setting it in his lap, "While I applaud your rigorous sense of caution, I believe that there are certain facts that need to be addressed."

He pulled out the cross she'd stashed in the bag, waving it lightly. "Firstly? Crosses don't *actually* harm vampires, and I think that, given the fact your mother was capable of birthing you, she's *not* one of the walking dead."

Setting the cross down, he moved on to the next item, pulling out a small sewing kit. "Secondly? You can't sew her lips shut...that's simply tacky. And while I'm well aware that tacky is a personal favorite of yours, I'm fairly certain there are other ways of keeping your mother from saying anything too upsetting."

After laying down the sewing kit, he reached in to pull out the final item. "And finally, my love, if you think I'm going to let you empty this tabasco sauce into your father's cognac, you're mad."

As they pulled into the driveway of her parents home, Alva reached out and laid a hand over hers on the steering wheel as she killed the engine. "Lorelai...please don't be nervous or upset about tonight. I've no intention of doing anything to embarass, even by their standards...and there's really very little your mother can say to upset me. If I can handle a Latin exorcism, I can handle this."
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] This Does *Not* Look Good...)
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed".

Fairy tales, ancient myths and legends...it’s the stuff of history, the color in what would otherwise be a dull and lifeless oral and written record of mankind’s life and times. Fables about monsters and epic heroes that are no more than fiction in the eyes of the general public...they’re entertainment for the innocent and unknowing masses.

These stories...historic myths from ancient cultures, the modern day cautionary flights of fancy known as urban legends...only those who have seen through the veil between this world and the one beneath our own know the truth behind these tales. They are neither fanciful nor fictional in nature, as a fairy tale is expected to be.

Rather, these stories are guidebooks to the world I live in...myself and those like me. The ancient tales of vampires and werewolves, the story of Pandora’s Box...even a typical campfire ghost story has its roots in the subculture of the supernatural. It’s out there, and it’s real...and it’s these supposedly fanciful stories that we at Sodalitas Quaerito collect and catalog with the utmost care.

We look for answers to questions that seemingly have none. We are the keepers of stories that are not ready to be heard...and I believe that is our most important job, because even in our circles there are myths and legends. Stories disproven, fairy tales that are said to be only that. Tracing those stories back to their origins, being certain that a certain evil does not exist to harm humanity...

That is our goal.

[private]

And if we had done our jobs better...if I had done my job better...Rory Gilmore would never have gotten hurt.

[/private]

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 281
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] Distressed)
Rick frowned thoughtfully as he stared at the piece of paper in his hands, turning it first one way then another. “I’ll admit...this is odd, and kinda disturbing, but I don’t understand exactly what has you so up in arms, old man.”

“It’s really quite simple, Rick.” Alva bit off quietly, taking the sheet from him. “This is a sign that something much larger and far darker may be afoot.”

Moving across the tiny office, Alva reached up slightly to pin the sheet to the whiteboard mounted on the wall. It was fairly innocuous on its own: a simple piece of green construction paper, the kind most often found in schoolrooms. The difference with this one was the message it bore.

Words that had appeared spontaneously during a fifth grade lesson that morning...words that had no place in a child’s classroom.

IT TEARS ME UP TO TEAR YOU DOWN

“This is more likely than not a sign from an angry spirit.” Alva went on, trying very hard not to let the icy fist of fear close over his heart. “And, as we all know, there ought not to be any angry spirits within the city limits of Stars Hollow.”

Rick’s features registered surprise, then understanding a moment later. “Jesus....I didn’t even think about that. My God...but I thought those magickal...things, the protections...I thought they were rock solid?”

“They were...are.” Alva replied, folding his arms as he faced the board. “So there are one of two possible explanations...either those wards are fading, which isn’t likely given the power that was poured into them...or that there’s something out there that’s managed to breach them.”

He was aware of Rick moving up alongside him to look at the scrap of paper, and for the first time Alva could feel Rick’s tension...not as a presence, but in its reality. He felt the concern, the fear, the cold finger of apprehension sliding down his spine.

For the first time, Alva was worried for more than his project...his supernatural utopia, perfectly preserved and ripe for research and study. Now, he was worried for his family...as a man and a father, he was afraid that the darkest corners of the world had risen up to invade his new home and claim those he loved.

“Well,” Rick sighed, folding his own arms to mirror Alva, “I guess this means we just got our first real case...right, Boss?”

A moment passed before Alva sighed and nodded. “Yes...I just hope we can solve it before something other than a piece of paper is torn apart.”

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 440
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] That Certain Smile)
I’m a father…I’d say that significantly complicates my life. Not in a bad way, mind you…and perhaps that’s the most surprising thing of all.

It happened just a week ago…my daughter was born. A little girl…Carlen Lorelai Keel. She has hair as dark and eyes as blue as Lorelai’s, and it seems she has my mouth and chin.

It’s quite a surreal thing to look at another human being and know that they not only share your blood, your face, your everything…but that you created them. You put them here in the world to live.

I look at her, and I want nothing more than to hold the moment frozen for all eternity…just allowed to know that ultimate perfection of seeing such innocent beauty and knowing it belongs to me. When I hold her, though…

I want to lay my life at her tiny little feet. I’ve not seen a real angel before, but Carly…I believe she is the first. Perfect innocence, perfect love and beauty in such a small frame…

Lorelai calls me sentimental. I call it truth.

I love my fiancée with all my heart, and I love Rory, my soon to be stepdaughter beyond the telling of it. But Carly…she’s robbed me of my soul and made me glad of it. All I am, all I ever want to be belongs to her. If I could bring the moon down from the heavens and bring it to her doorstep, I would.

She has taken everything from me. She is my greatest weakness…and yet I’ve never been stronger than I have been since she was born. I would move mountains for her, but more importantly? I feel that I could.

I never planned on having a child. I never wanted a child before I met Lorelai, but when she told me she was carrying our daughter…it seemed so simple. But now that she’s here…

My world’s been turned on its ear by a tiny human being in ways I’m still trying to fathom. And as difficult as things might be in the future, given who I am…what I do…I couldn’t be happier.

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: MIRACLES
Words: 354
asinglewordwilldo: ([Lorelai/Alva] She digs the black silk P)
Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Track: 7 - Something
Artist: The Beatles
Album: Artist Compilation: The Beatles
Summary: Alva studies the ghost lights of Star Lake...and Lorelai Gilmore.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 895
Notes: Takes place a few weeks after Lorelai and Alva first meet, and shortly before their first kiss. Dedicated to my own personal Lorelai, [livejournal.com profile] rogueapprentice. :P


Something in the things she shows me... )
asinglewordwilldo: ([Emote] Distressed)
Nothing. Not a blessed thing. That’s what they’d find...that’s what they *did* find. All that was left was a sick bloke in his wheelchair, cut off from the world by a deadly and debilitating disease.

It happened shortly after Paul signed on with Sodalitas Quaerito...we crossed paths with a man in the medical profession. He was a leading expert and medical researcher well-versed on the subject of Sakovsky’s Syndrome. Unbeknownst to us at the time, he had a daughter that died of the disease. One of his patients showed a rather miraculous level of improvement, but ultimately it turned out that a demon had taken possession of the poor man.

I locked myself in a room with him...one Sherwood Nicholls, although at the time it wasn’t Sherwood I was dealing with. There’s an apocalypse on the horizon, and I was face to face with a demon...I don’t know that he served any sort of master, or if that master was, in fact, the Devil. But darkness wanted to win this battle...and in the face of that demon, executing his machinations through the ravaged body of a sick, innocent man, I saw the heart of that darkness I was fighting.

I stood against my greatest enemy then...and though he offered me a world of temptation in just a few words, scored wounds in my soul that had yet to heal...I did what had to be done.

[locked from Lorelai and Rory]

It was no easy thing watching Sherwood, essentially, die. And it’s not something I’m proud of...knowing how far I can and will go. It’s not a side of myself I let show often, and it’s not a side I *ever* let show around...well, around my new family. Lorelai’s due any day now, and all I can think as of late...

I never want my wife and children to see my *truest* face.

[/locked]

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 321
asinglewordwilldo: (Default)
ALVA KEEL

Artist Compilation: The Beatles

1 - I Saw Her Standing There
2 - No Reply
3 - I’ll Follow The Sun
4 - Nowhere Man
5 - Think For Yourself
6 - Eleanor Rigby
7 - Something
8 - Here Comes The Sun
9 - In My Life
10 - Within You Without You

Songs in italics have been completed.
asinglewordwilldo: ([Investigating] Always Watching)
All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. - James Baldwin

Well I certainly can’t say that I disagree. The whole purpose of art...truly *great* art, anyway...is to offer up a slice of being, a piece of the soul for public consumption. It takes a strong individual to do something that bold, and a very damaged individual to do something that frighteningly mad.

Now I am no artist, but I am a consumer of such pieces of human detritus and spiritual exhibitionism, and to those who are made of sterner stuff than I, I say ‘good show’ and wait for Lorelai to stop laughing at my vernacular. And I honestly believe that it takes time to recognize truly great art...that’s why so many of the masters have died penniless and in disgrace. It takes the death of greatness for greatness to be realized, a sad fact about our strange little society.

I was fortunate enough, however, to locate a little slice of genius during a business trip recently...a rather unique piece of work that had all the revelation and heart that lacked some of the tragedy of loss. It wasn’t bright by any means, but it gave back rather than took away. It clung to that slice of self offered up, but somehow managed to hold nothing back from the reader. Yes, it was a book...and by an odd little twist of Fate, it was penned by someone I know...at least indirectly.

I was in Wilmington, Delaware recently to investigate the occurrence of a tulpa when I made a side trip to Philadelphia in order to visit a colleague. While I was there, I happened into a local independent bookstore and picked up a copy of a book called THE SUBSECT. Very original, very well-written...entirely singular.

It wasn’t until I returned home and had Rory in stitches when I presented her with a copy that I realized why the author’s name was so familiar to me. Jess Mariano is actually *Rory’s* Jess...boy she dated in high school. She, obviously, already had a copy of the book, and seemed rather pleased that I enjoyed it so much. Given what I know now, it certainly explains a lot about the book after all I’ve heard Rory tell of him. He’s unquestionably talented, and from the way Rory speaks of him? Definitely worthy of my interest as her future stepfather.

She’s a big girl, I know...but she’s a special girl. And one day, she’ll be *my* girl. And I want to make sure this lad’s worthy of the light I saw him put in Rory Gilmore’s eyes.

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: MIRACLES
Words: 433
asinglewordwilldo: (That Certain Smile)
“...speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Alva felt his breath catch...just for an instant, as he listened to the deafening silence of the small crowd gathered around the gazebo in the heart of Star’s Hollow.

The minister smiled. “Then, by the power vested in me by the state of Connecticut, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Alva grinned, watching as Rick moved forward and lifted Evelyn’s veil...then deftly pulled her close, dipped her, and kissed her soundly for the whole town to see. Off to the side, Alex rolled his eyes, covering his face with the ring pillow he’d been carrying.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please congratulate Mr. and Mrs. Rick O’Connell on the renewal of their vows!” the minister announced, eliciting a roar of applause and whistling from the people of Star’s Hollow.

From his place at Rick’s side, serving as best man, Alva applauded the couple enthusiastically. He thought it was rather fitting that the displaced archaeologists renew their vows in the present as a way to celebrate their wedding anniversary...a new start in a new time, as it were.

Gazing across the way, he watched Lorelai cheer the happy couple, standing at her own place as matron of honor. She was due in just a few weeks, but she was still a vision that made his heart ache and his stomach clench with a love and desire he’d never known in his lifetime. In just about a year, his life had grown, blossomed, and been turned inside out in ways he never thought possible...ways he never dreamed he could ever want.

But here it was...this woman carrying his child. This woman he was going to marry.

And as they stood at another couple’s renewal of their marriage vows, Alva had found himself silently reciting those vows along with Rick as he watched Lorelai. Already, he was making his promises...he was ready for this. And that notion scared him a little. How had he never known this about himself, that he could want such a simple life so badly?

Maybe it was the blending of worlds...a wife and a child as well as the pursuit of truth. He didn’t have to give one up to gain the other...not when he found the combination that just *fit.*

And as Rick and Evelyn walked back down the aisle, arm in arm, Alva imagined himself in Rick’s shoes, and Lorelai in Evie’s.

It was going to be a long few weeks to wait until the baby was born...and Alva couldn’t wait to marry the girl of his dreams.

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 442
asinglewordwilldo: (Lorelai digs the black silk PJ's)
For the record, Lorelai, the only reason I’m not making this a private entry is due to the nature of the information contained herein...and the wealth of mocking ammunition it will provide you with. Never let it be said that I didn’t think of you, darling.

I lost my virginity in college during my freshman year. I was a bit on the bookish side, and not very popular. I was, however, pursuing a doctorate, and I had family money...so I drew just enough attention to get invited to the really good parties, even if I didn’t have a date.

It was the final party of the semester where I met her. Her name was Millicent Pendleton...but everyone called her Muffy.

I’ll wait until you finish guffawing, Lorelai.

She was a sophomore, and a prominent member of the campus’s favorite sorority. She was every young man’s wet dream...curly blonde hair, thick and soft...bright blue eyes, and a fabulous body. Gave a whole new meaning to that phrase ‘dangerous curves.’

I also happened to know that she wasn’t a particularly nice girl, and actually made a bet with her girlfriends that she’d sleep with the first man she saw that night...I happened to be the lucky bloke.

So I did what any sane eighteen year old would do: I had a go, rid myself of a grossly unwanted physical condition, and used it as a good story at every available opportunity. I used the girl, yes, but back then in my mind it was totally justified. More the fool, her, at any rate. She thought she was having it off with me...well, I had a *very* good time that night in spite of her.

To be honest, the loss of my physical virginity isn’t much more than a funny anecdote, as I’m sure it is for many people. It’s awkward, humbling, and at its very best, somewhat embarrassing. Besides, sexual virginity has numerous levels, and that particular one is always the hardest to get through. I’m happy to say that a few years later, I truly fell in love for the first time, and found my first time with her far more memorable.

Still, I do owe dear Muffy a thing or two. Not only did she provide some much needed experience...but ever since she gave me my first lessons in love, I’ve always had something of a soft spot for women with particularly nice, curly hair. Yes, Lorelai, I’m still talking to you.

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: MIRACLES
Words: 421
asinglewordwilldo: (Lorelai digs the black silk PJ's)
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how


“Keep it simple.”

Alva snorted softly, still staring at the notepad in front of him. “Bugger you. This is one occasion where I won’t get away with simple. No man can.”

Luke sighed in aggravation, a state that seemed to be a permanent one for him. “Look, Keel, I’m telling you right now: if you two are writing your vows, Lorelai will joke, jibe, and strike right through hers. She won’t know what to say, so she’ll just say what she feels. If you try to dress it up, you’re just going to make her feel guilty.”

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help overhearing,” a sultry female voice interjected as Miss Patty stepped up to the counter with a dazzling smile at Alva, “but are you writing your own vows for the wedding?”

Alva glanced up finally, smiling at Miss Patty in return as he took her hand and kissed it gallantly. “Indeed you did, dearest Patricia.”

Patty preened at Alva’s attentions...just as she did when she got pretty much any special attention. “Such a charmer...ooh, you’re lucky Lorelai snatched you up first, or I’d be tempted to risk another marriage myself.”

Alva chuckled as he released her hand. “Thank you...you truly flatter me.”

Patty chuckled again, then shook herself a bit. “Look at you, distracting me...I overheard you two talking and I have to agree with Luke, honey. If you and Lorelai are writing your own vows, just...write what you’d say. Just listening to you talk in that *accent* is pure poetry, Alva, and if you just tell her what’s in your heart? She’ll be absolutely touched.”

“Who’d have thought we’d agree on something...me and Taylor’s second in command?” Luke deadpanned, earning him a humored look from Patty.

Alva could only smile at the both of them, then look down at his otherwise blank notepad. To write what he felt...the easiest, and the hardest thing he’d ever done. Everything about his relationship with Lorelai had been a study in contradictions...difficult and inevitable, sweet and painful, peaceful and tempestuous at turns. What they had was so complicated...but so blissfully simple at the same time.

And with that in mind, Alva took a sip of the tea Luke had just brought him, slipped his pen from his jacket pocket, and began to write.

Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 391

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