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October 21st, 2018


[info]shrike
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WHO: Bridget Grant → Helene Aquilla
WHEN: Early afternoon of October 21
WHERE: Dunhaven Park
SUMMARY: Bridget has her first memory, courtesy of a six-year-old Helene.
WARNINGS: Brief mentions of violence, but nothing explicit

'We can make it if we stick together.' )

[info]jahan
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[info]jahan
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So apparently this has been causing ripples in the law enforcement world, but as a detective, I just want to say that I'm STILL laughing at this. I thought I'd share the humor here, because it is truly a blessing to have a sense of humor in this world of ours.

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I know I'm a little late to the boat on this, but I'm going to jump at it and be a little sentimental. I've always been pretty good at sentiment and this occasion seems to call for it.

My sister has been my favorite person since the moment I was born. I was very lucky to have gotten an older sister like her, because I never was made to feel like a nuisance or like an annoying little sister. Instead, I got Denver, who has always been there for me in more ways than I can count, through the ups and downs that we've both had to deal with.

When I found out that she and Bash were together, my really eloquent response was, and I quote, "Oh, thank god". I wasn't trying to be mean, because I never would be, but I had always hoped that it would happen eventually. Even as friends, I could see how happy he made my sister and I've always known that she deserved that happiness in her life -- just as Bash deserved it, too. (Besides, I think we all know that Bash is a stand up guy and I'd have been lucky to get to call him my brother in any capacity.)

Anyway, just to wrap this string of consciousness up. I've always thought of the heart as an arrow, meaning that it needs to be aimed in order to land where it belongs. I think that your hearts have always been headed for one another and it brings me a lot of joy to see you there, both bringing so much happiness, contentment, and home to one another. I love you guys.