Chwe Deg Pump: Blake's Harlot's and Virgins

[kinky_stopwatch]

[Private]

Every harlot was a virgin once. William Blake said that, funnily enough I can't imagine Jack as ever being inexperienced.

Strange I'd come here to avoid thinking of him, of all of them and I've failed miserably it's all I've been able to do all day. I'm not looking forward to February if this is what the run up is like.


[/Private]

Is anyone else a fan of Blake or Keats?

[Ianto is sat in the library with a poetry book in his lap, feel free to bother him and break him out of his maudlin mindset]

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[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor was up and about exploring this mysterious library, today. Murph was still laid up, the least he could do was bring him a book or two to read in the meantime. He hears Ianto's question and leans around the shelf, smiling.]

Never really been one for poetry. Why? You lookin' t'have a poetry readin? [He laughs]

[kinky_stopwatch]

[Ianto jumps a little startled before closing his book and shaking his head.]

Not really, I was just curious.

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor laughs, learning against the shelf]

Sorry. I didn't mean t'scare ya like that. I was jus' lookin' 'round an' I heard you talkin'.

[kinky_stopwatch]

Ah, not to worry. I find it easier sometimes to dictate to the journal, would you like to take a seat?

[shepherdsveritas]

Aye, why not. [He grins, holding out a hand as he moves closer and plops into a nearby chair]

Connor MacManus.

[kinky_stopwatch]

Connor Mac...Oh. I...

[He blinks paling and staring at him]

Can I ask where you're from?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor frowns. Normally people only react like that when they know who he is. His voice drops slightly as he stares at Ianto, trying to gauge if the man could be a threat or not]

Y'mean besides th'obvious? I'm from Boston. Why d'y'ask??

[kinky_stopwatch]

I...do you know.

[He trailed off slowly before starting again.]

Paul Smecker, do you know a man named Smecker?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Now THERE'S a name he hadn't expected to hear. He breathes out, leaning back in his seat. He stares at Ianto, the gears working in his head.]

I know him, aye.

[kinky_stopwatch]

[Ianto nodded staring down at his book, his eyes wide as he tried to still his hands. ]

Sorry I ummm...I didn't expect to meet anyone he knew.

[shepherdsveritas]

How d'you know 'im?

[Connor frowns]

[kinky_stopwatch]

Umm...he came here. He was stuck here for a bit . A while actually and it's where I met him." he replied declining from going any further. He didn't know how much Connor knew about Paul's sexuality.

You had a complicated relationship with him, didn't you?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor's eyebrows shot up]

You fuckin' serious? He was here?!

[He rakes his fingers through his hair.] But... how's that possible? He's... [His voice trails off. He can't even bring himself to say that the man was dead.]

What did he tell you?

[kinky_stopwatch]

Not a huge amount, he's very secretive but enough to know you and your brother...well. Like I said, complicated.

[shepherdsveritas]

[He nods slowly, thankful for Ianto's discretion.]

Aye. [pause] I jus'... [He scratches the back of his head] I'm still new here, but can this place really take people who're... dead?

[kinky_stopwatch]

[He looked at him stunned before nodding slowly, his face pale] But he's not dead.

[shepherdsveritas]

Th'fuck d'you mean he's not dead?

[Connor sits up straighter, staring. He's fighting to keep his voice level, despite the anger coursing through him.]

[kinky_stopwatch]

I'm presuming you're from the same time as his partner Eunice. At least I hope you because...has he ever done something like this before in your recollection?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor's frown deepens. He knows Eunice, too? What the fuck's going on, here?]

Aye, I know Eunice. What d'you mean? Done somethin' like what?

[kinky_stopwatch]

She was here, she'd thought he died too. It turns out he's not dead he's hiding. Look it's his story to tell.

[shepherdsveritas]

Yeah, well 'less he's here it's yer story t'tell, now. What th'fuck d'you mean he's not dead.

[he pauses]

An' how th'fuck d'you know so much?

[heloise]

Are they painters, inventors?

[kinky_stopwatch]

Poets, although William Blake was a painter too.

[heloise]

Poetry! I should like to hear them.

[kinky_stopwatch]

Well there's actually thousands of books in the library, with poets from all over the world. Well multiple worlds actually.