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Writer’s Block
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Coming out of the darkness, they shielded their eyes against the glare of sun.  It had been long since any of them had seen such light.  There was hope there and promise.  The sun seemed to enliven the rest of their senses and they smelled the flowers and green around them anew.  A faded sign held no more words, but there was no need for them.  Their path was still visible, even under the mist curling off the snow dusted peaks.  There was hope here for new beginnings even as they began to feel wary.  Curls of fear, the faint thrill of terror at facing something entirely unknown.  They had heard stories, but never had they seen the sky so clearly. But there was no turning back now…

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

Coming out of the darkness, they shielded their eyes against the glare of sun.  It had been long since any of them had seen such light.  There was hope there and promise.  The sun seemed to enliven the rest of their senses and they smelled the flowers and green around them anew.  A faded sign held no more words, but there was no need for them.  Their path was still visible, even under the mist curling off the snow dusted peaks.  There was hope here for new beginnings even as they began to feel wary.  Curls of fear, the faint thrill of terror at facing something entirely unknown.  They had heard stories, but never had they seen the sky so clearly. But there was no turning back now…

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roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger, Pongo, Patch and Rolly all carried a neatly wrapped present. Thanks to Hans’ excellent training, the puppies followed quietly and calmly, sitting patiently as Roger knocked on the ornate door to the Prince’s quarters. The only sign of excitement was the sound the dog’s furiously wagging tails over the plush carpeting. Rolly had even picked out his own smart bowtie and looked particularly proud of his new ‘clothes’…

prince-hans-the-frozen-heart answered:

Some way up the street, Hans could see Roger Radcliffe and a few of his dalmatians coming along in a finely trained line. Hans leaned out of the window a bit, grinning broadly.

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"Looks like the training stuck…!" he laughed, shooting a wave to Roger as the man approached the front door of the linguistics office.

"Geez, it’s been a long time! How have you been?" Hans asked. "Roger, Pongo, Patch… Awwww Rolly!"

Losing some of his regal posturing, Hans leaned heavily over the window and reached down a bit — though of course he couldn’t reach the pot-bellied little Dalmatian from the window, unless someone were to lift him.

"How’s my good boy, huh…!? That’s a sharp suit you’ve got there buddy! I feel under-dressed!" Hans gestured a bit at his work clothes — not under-dressed at all, really, in a pearl-white dress shirt with brassy cuff buttons, a charcoal gray vest, matching slacks, and a ruffled green cravat.

"What brings you my way, Roger? Haven’t seen you guys since London! Did you get the couple letters I sent over the last three months?" he asked.

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roger-radcliffe:

The musician smiled, “They’re hard to get along without,”  he agreed.  Though the papers had been a shock, at first, he thought there must be a mistake somehow.  Surely Hans must have been framed.  He’d be quite dubious of the whole situation, but Bert’s influence had helped him from reacting too awfully.  Hans WAS a very strange person, and perhaps no hero.  But Roger did believe in second chances, at least for repentant would-be criminals that were good to animals!  Certainly Hans had seemed very happy with being a simple dog walker.  Roger assumed the draw of power had dimmed since the attempted overthrow. One never knew…  Rollie seemed quite unconcerned about the man’s character, and Roger tended to trust his dog’s judgement as well as his own.

"Ah, perhaps I ought to have hired you on as an accountant rather than a dog trainer, though I don’t think I could have done much better. Languages AND maps, sounds very fine indeed, just don’t let Bert help you with the illustrations!"  Roger winked, then looked uncomfortable as the subject turned.  "I wish circumstances had been better.  I can’t know what the details were- politics are always a dreadful mess.  Just- well, be careful…"  he nodded, quite sure Hans needed no cautioning.  The mail was always well disguised and it seemed to be a safe enough location, away from prying eyes.  

“Well, if I’m ever able to come back home, to London, I would be quite elated to help you with your taxes,” Hans said with a warm smile, though it was also unmistakably sad.

“I know it’s quite a feat, but you’ll have to give everyone at least a quick scratch behind the ear for me – Pongo and Patch of course,” he said with a wink down at the two dogs standing with Roger below, “but Perdita, too, if you could, and Lucky, and Cadpig, and Two-Tone… Duke, Tripod, Whizzer, and Penny, and Freckles, Pepper, Fidget, Dipstick, little miss Jewel, and Misses… Prince, too, and Smokey, and Dipper, and Salter, Scooter, and Flapper  … Well. I suppose if I listed everyone, I’d keep you too long.”

Hans gave a sigh, scratching Rolly gently as he glanced uneasily up the street.

“Being careful is… good advice. Nothing has ever happened to me that I didn’t deserve, but I’ve been very anxious about today, considering the circumstances. There are people who know today is my birthday, and I suppose they’d like me to do something about it so they can take advantage of it. I’m afraid I’ll be staying put for a while, just to be safe. Ah, but that’s not the sort of thing you came to visit me to hear.”

Changing gears, trying not to be so shaken in front of Roger – it was better, if his friends thought he was okay – Hans gave the portly little dog in his arms a quick smooch on the ear before leaning carefully over the sill, reluctantly holding him back out to Roger.

“Take care of everyone, okay? And don’t forget to check in on Bert, at Morningside Orphanage – you’ll check in on him, won’t you? And hopefully this little guy won’t get into too much trouble without me.”

Roger nodded, as he made the daily rounds with each dog as it was (while he wasn’t away), it wasn’t too difficult a request.  ”Of course Hans! Relax, stay home- there’s nothing wrong with low key celebrations.” The musician shrugged, then took back the pudgy pup and clipped his leash back on.  ”After a certain age there’s even a ring of respectability to the idea, you know,” he raised an eyebrow as the dogs once again fell in line.

"Oh!  I almost forgot!" He rummaged around in his battered travel briefcase and pulled out a sturdy tube with a large rolled up sheet of paper. "It was Nanny’s idea, but we all helped clean up afterwards.  Bit of mess it was!" The heavy artist’s page was covered in, mostly, colorful nose prints, 101 of course… There were scattered blobs and swipes that looked like they could have been partial pawprints or tails smearing the almost dry paints. Under each a name was carefully written in in one of the human caretaker’s script.  "I was going to send it, but that was before  I knew I was going to make it out this week,"  the dogs wagged and wuffed agreement.  "I won’t keep you any longer, but please, don’t hesitate to write if you need anything.  The dogs do love getting letters and we’ll be sure to stop by the Orphanage, I’ve been wanting to explore the city anyhow."  Roger chuckled, tugging the many leashes gently. He was always clumsy with goodbyes, but it helped to know Bert and Mary were near and watching over Hans in their strange, magic ways. "Take care Hans. Happy birthday!"  He waved as they walked on, the dogs pausing reluctantly, but too well mannered to linger too long.

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roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger, Pongo, Patch and Rolly all carried a neatly wrapped present. Thanks to Hans’ excellent training, the puppies followed quietly and calmly, sitting patiently as Roger knocked on the ornate door to the Prince’s quarters. The only sign of excitement was the sound the dog’s furiously wagging tails over the plush carpeting. Rolly had even picked out his own smart bowtie and looked particularly proud of his new ‘clothes’…

prince-hans-the-frozen-heart answered:

Some way up the street, Hans could see Roger Radcliffe and a few of his dalmatians coming along in a finely trained line. Hans leaned out of the window a bit, grinning broadly.

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"Looks like the training stuck…!" he laughed, shooting a wave to Roger as the man approached the front door of the linguistics office.

"Geez, it’s been a long time! How have you been?" Hans asked. "Roger, Pongo, Patch… Awwww Rolly!"

Losing some of his regal posturing, Hans leaned heavily over the window and reached down a bit — though of course he couldn’t reach the pot-bellied little Dalmatian from the window, unless someone were to lift him.

"How’s my good boy, huh…!? That’s a sharp suit you’ve got there buddy! I feel under-dressed!" Hans gestured a bit at his work clothes — not under-dressed at all, really, in a pearl-white dress shirt with brassy cuff buttons, a charcoal gray vest, matching slacks, and a ruffled green cravat.

"What brings you my way, Roger? Haven’t seen you guys since London! Did you get the couple letters I sent over the last three months?" he asked.

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prince-hans-the-frozen-heart:

roger-radcliffe:

"Yes, I understand completely- it’s terrible bad luck- that business with the papers." He looked concerned, not wanting to linger on the topic.  It didn’t seem that he could do anything to help Hans, and here if he was at least safe, well, that was reassuring.  The Prince seemed surprisingly well, even thriving in the big city.  Which wasn’t really that much a surprise.  Roger felt quite at home when he visited, and now it seemed, quite a few more friends made it even more pleasant to visit.

"Oh dear, well, I suppose we’ll see about radio time!" Laughing, Roger took the paper, nodding.  "It’s been such a long time, of course- I’ll see if he’s about later today, perhaps-" he stopped, "Arrested? Ah- the rogue! Sounds like Bert, though I must admit, not so much like you!" he waggled a finger at the Prince in mock discouragement. "Either way- the dogs have been missing you both!"  he winked.  "It sounded like you’ve been rather gainfully employed, have you?"

Hans had to laugh at Roger’s light scolding and finger-wagging — yes, it did sound like Bert to show up for a visit just long enough to nearly get himself and Hans arrested from the adventure-of-the-morning, but Hans Westergard was, after all, an escaped fugitive wanted dead or alive for much worse crimes than a little good-spirited chalk vandalism. Roger Radcliffe knew of the whole business — he had read the headlines that morning when Hans’ true identity and fugitive status had been made public in London. He could never go back, no, not if he meant to live —

But Roger Radcliffe had to be the most nonchalant man on the planet, as long as no animals had been harmed. Hans had to suppose that his own kindess toward the puppies and his bond with his fjord horse, Sitron, had secured him as non-threatening in Roger’s mind. Really, the musician ought to have reacted much worse to the news that Hans, who had been staying at Roger’s flat for months as an additional flatmate after Bert, was an attempted murderer wanted for a hefty bounty —

And yet here he was, trusting him just fine with the dogs, and still seeming quite unfettered about the entire ordeal. 

Roger Radcliffe either suffered from long-term shock and denial, or, he was a one-of-a-kind sort of man. 

"Well, Bert and I have certainly missed the dogs, too!" Hans said, hoisting Rolly up higher in his arms — he had slipped down a bit from his weight but he sagged happily in the young man’s grip. "In terms of being gainfully employed, I’m not rich by any means here, but I’m saving and spending very carefully. I work as a research assistant for linguist and cartographer — it’s exciting work, plus plenty of papers to sign and contract agreements to negotiate. I can’t imagine being better suited to anything else — I take to paperwork like you take to the piano!”

Hans paused a moment as Rolly wiggled up higher in his grip, high enough to plant a series of quick, warm licks against the prince’s cheek. Hans scratched the back of little dog’s shoulders, inspiring more tail-wagging. He smiled a bit brighter then, though it damped as he glanced back down to Roger standing on the sidewalk beneath his window. 

"Hey, Roger… thank you. You know, for… everything. I’m sorry it was all so muddled."

The musician smiled, “They’re hard to get along without,”  he agreed.  Though the papers had been a shock, at first, he thought there must be a mistake somehow.  Surely Hans must have been framed.  He’d be quite dubious of the whole situation, but Bert’s influence had helped him from reacting too awfully.  Hans WAS a very strange person, and perhaps no hero.  But Roger did believe in second chances, at least for repentant would-be criminals that were good to animals!  Certainly Hans had seemed very happy with being a simple dog walker.  Roger assumed the draw of power had dimmed since the attempted overthrow. One never knew…  Rollie seemed quite unconcerned about the man’s character, and Roger tended to trust his dog’s judgement as well as his own.

"Ah, perhaps I ought to have hired you on as an accountant rather than a dog trainer, though I don’t think I could have done much better. Languages AND maps, sounds very fine indeed, just don’t let Bert help you with the illustrations!"  Roger winked, then looked uncomfortable as the subject turned.  "I wish circumstances had been better.  I can’t know what the details were- politics are always a dreadful mess.  Just- well, be careful…"  he nodded, quite sure Hans needed no cautioning.  The mail was always well disguised and it seemed to be a safe enough location, away from prying eyes.  

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Roger loved to travel when there was time between composing and ferrying the dogs to various shows .  The beach was perfect for walking a small herd of dogs: a blustery wind that brought all kinds of interesting scents to their noses and covered the sun occasionally with beautiful, high piled clouds in the bright blue sky

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roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger, Pongo, Patch and Rolly all carried a neatly wrapped present. Thanks to Hans’ excellent training, the puppies followed quietly and calmly, sitting patiently as Roger knocked on the ornate door to the Prince’s quarters. The only sign of excitement was the sound the dog’s furiously wagging tails over the plush carpeting. Rolly had even picked out his own smart bowtie and looked particularly proud of his new ‘clothes’…

prince-hans-the-frozen-heart answered:

Some way up the street, Hans could see Roger Radcliffe and a few of his dalmatians coming along in a finely trained line. Hans leaned out of the window a bit, grinning broadly.

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"Looks like the training stuck…!" he laughed, shooting a wave to Roger as the man approached the front door of the linguistics office.

"Geez, it’s been a long time! How have you been?" Hans asked. "Roger, Pongo, Patch… Awwww Rolly!"

Losing some of his regal posturing, Hans leaned heavily over the window and reached down a bit — though of course he couldn’t reach the pot-bellied little Dalmatian from the window, unless someone were to lift him.

"How’s my good boy, huh…!? That’s a sharp suit you’ve got there buddy! I feel under-dressed!" Hans gestured a bit at his work clothes — not under-dressed at all, really, in a pearl-white dress shirt with brassy cuff buttons, a charcoal gray vest, matching slacks, and a ruffled green cravat.

"What brings you my way, Roger? Haven’t seen you guys since London! Did you get the couple letters I sent over the last three months?" he asked.

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prince-hans-the-frozen-heart:

roger-radcliffe:

Roger obliged, lifting the pudgy pup up so Rolly could cover Hans with happy kisses.  “We’ve been getting along just fine- certainly missing everyone!”  he chuckled as Pongo woofed, the puppies yipping happily in a chorus.  Their human decided not to comment about being under-dressed, even in one of his nicer travel suits, he could hardly keep up with the Prince’s wardrobe!  It was amazing how Hans managed to repel shed fur and messes, no matter what animal he was dealing with, perhaps even magic.  It probably came with being a Prince…

"To be honest, I’ve been meaning to make the trip- but I did want to make sure you were doing alright, make sure you weren’t celebrating a birthday alone in a new place…" he looked sheepish, "Ah yes, I read your letters to the dogs, sorry about the spotty replies!  We’re staying with a friend in Manhattan, he breeds Welsh Corgis- perhaps you’ve heard of him?  But I’ll be here on vacation for a few weeks working with a few composers, just a little project they convinced me to help with…"

As puppy was hoisted heftily up to window-sill level, Hans reached out and ruffled Rolly’s ears, laughing happily despite several sloppy licks to his cheek. Despite his fugitive status and how serious he often was — and how sick with worry he had certainly been lately — it seemed to melt away for that moment.

"May I?" Hans asked, grinning down at Roger on the sidewalk. "It’ll make your arms less tired, anyway."

Very gently, Hans lifted the plump little Dalmatian from Roger’s hands, holding the puppy close against his chest despite the risk of white dog-hairs sticking to his suit — even though, quite miraculously, they never did. Calming quite a bit compared to before, Hans scratched Rolly gently behind the ear as he listened to Roger, nodding.

"I’m afraid I haven’t met any breeders since coming to New York. I guess I haven’t gotten out much," Hans said. "Er… I guess you know why. Ever since they ran those papers about me back in London… it just really hasn’t been the same. I’m lucky I’ve been able to stay here so long without any trouble. Going overseas seems to have done the trick."

Hans brightened at the rest of Roger’s news.

"Oh, you’ve got some composing work? How long before it’s on the radio?" he said, grinning. "In any case, I’m glad to hear you’re branching out with your work! I hope you get a lot out of these collaborations. …Oh, hey, hang on a minute."

Thinking of something terribly important, Hans disappeared inside his office with Rolly for a moment. After some shuffling around, and the sound of a feather-quill swooping across a sheet of paper, Hans returned with a page torn from a small notebook. Holding Rolly carefully in one arm, Hans handed the page down to Roger.

"Here… If you’ll be here a few weeks… would you mind dropping by to see Bert? Here’s the address to the orphanage he’s been working at. I know he’s not so good about writing letters, and I’m not sure if he told you where he ended up. I saw him this morning, actually — in good spirits, though we almost got arrested! But I really think he’d like to see you and the dogs again. He could use some cheering up, too."

"Yes, I understand completely- it’s terrible bad luck- that business with the papers." He looked concerned, not wanting to linger on the topic.  It didn’t seem that he could do anything to help Hans, and here if he was at least safe, well, that was reassuring.  The Prince seemed surprisingly well, even thriving in the big city.  Which wasn’t really that much a surprise.  Roger felt quite at home when he visited, and now it seemed, quite a few more friends made it even more pleasant to visit.

"Oh dear, well, I suppose we’ll see about radio time!" Laughing, Roger took the paper, nodding.  "It’s been such a long time, of course- I’ll see if he’s about later today, perhaps-" he stopped, "Arrested? Ah- the rogue! Sounds like Bert, though I must admit, not so much like you!" he waggled a finger at the Prince in mock discouragement. "Either way- the dogs have been missing you both!"  he winked.  "It sounded like you’ve been rather gainfully employed, have you?"

Vacationing! No dog sitter needed…

I’ll be off for nearly a month, I’m afraid. Please don’t be too upset, after all, absence doe indeed make the heart grow fonder. We’ll be back by the end of July from the lovely New England states before you know it. Be sure to celebrate your… independence safely, all you Americans & belated well wishes to all the Canadians for Canada day, as well!