I Resist the Muses

When I am feeling blue I ride out on the next patrol and kill some orcs. It never fails to cheer me, seeing the bastards with a sword through their guts and twisting in agony.

When there is no opportunity to go on patrol I refine my gift for sarcasm - I find it amusing.

The other day I said something trivial and Elrond looked at me and said, "The patrol doesn't come back for another three weeks but I am sure we can fit you on the next one."

Am I that obvious?

If you could see me, you'd know I'm blue all the time.

That's a joke, you know.

~ Qui-Gon Jinn, Quite Dead

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17 words, poke me as you like.

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I drink, actually. Not that I ever get drunk. Of course.

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10 words, not open for discussion.

It takes me a lot to make me feel blue. Usually I just roll with the punches, everyday can't be a good day. If I do get in the funk and realize it while I'm still in it, I surround myself with those I call friend and then just let it happy. Something usually come around that will cheer me up.

Muse: Methos
Fandom: Highlander
Word Count: 61
ooc/meta comments welcome here

Prompt #8
"When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do..."
mun note quick: this is based on a Alec rp on livejournal (in the theatrical muse community). Not the Alec here, but the one there has a storyline going on with her, so I gained permission to use one of our rps as a backdrop.

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Rachel Berrisford
Dark Angel
605 words

There's lots of things that are good to do when you're in a bad mood. Blowing shit up in video games, reading comic books, that sort of thing. But I think my favorite would have to be building new robots. I mean, there's nothing quite like slavish devotion from circuitry to get you back on the sunny side of the street, you know? Generally one good "hello, master" is all it takes to lift my spirits.

(in my apartment)

Grey was not here when I woke up on Sunday morning. I half expected him not to be but still it was a disappointment to find an empty and already-cold space in the bed. I got up, found his scarf on the floor, the one he'd been wearing around his hair the previous day. I picked it up. It was silvery-grey in colour (how appropriate, I thought), threaded through with metallic blue and purple threads that matched his braids, and glistened in the light. Smiling, I draped the scarf around my neck, pulled on a pair of boxers, and went barefoot into the kitchen.

I put a saucepan on the cooker, poured in a generous mugful of milk, added a spoonful of sugar. In one of the kitchen cupboards is my stash of chocolate: I pulled out a bar of Green and Black's organic dark, and broke it into pieces in the milk, and stirred it while I waited for it to boil and melt. When it was ready I poured it into a large mug and sat curled up on the couch, drinking it slowly, savouring every milky, chocolatey drop.

I thought of Grey, and my blues melted away.

OOC Comments welcome

"When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do..."


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