mythopoeics

Alive and well enough, but I hate moving and I hate this cast. How can anyone keep something this irritating on for six weeks? If it gets any more inconvenient I'm sawing it off. I was told they wanted me to stay out on leave for awhile longer at work, too. I guess that's just more time to unpack boxes.

Also more time to find the remote. Which is still missing. Why.

At least Delilah seems happy.

[Filter: Nephthys]
No really. I will saw this off. What do I do if it itches?

[Filter: Tez]
Thank you for the help. Pizza some time this week?

[The night was much nicer and she found herself sitting up in her room, dressed in a silvery-white dress she'd found, and painting her toenails. Her window was open. The night was always cooler and she rarely dressed in anything heavy enough to warrant discomfort.

As she finished with the nailpolish, she set the bottle aside carefully after closing it. She'd already spilled one this week. Another would just be tragic. She pulled her computer over, humming softly as it booted up. Leaning against the wall, she looked out the window at the moon. It was half gone. Natural as it was, she still wondered at it. It was still beautiful and with it, she felt beautiful.]

Blue is a perfect color. The moon is half gone. I've been watching it outside my window. I cannot wait for the full moon, to see it in all its beauty. Will you admire it like I do? So many slumbering people...

[Filter: Private]
I will find you Endymion and you'll never escape from me again. I will make sure.

[When she finally woke up, War felt uncomfortable and cranky. Lord, she was fucking cranky. The ceiling was too white, the sheets were too itchy and there too many tubes going into her mouth, her wrist- and the instinct was to shove them all out. So War did just that, to the alarm of the nurses - which had then ended up in the whole fiasco of having to be strapped to the bed. A week or so trapped in a chemical-induced calm had War so furious it was a miracle no one had been set on fire by the power of her will.

War waking up to flowers and a pair of hulk hands was never going to end well. It just couldn't end like that, even if the ghost of a smile crossed her expression. She's drowsy as fuck, but that had never stopped War before. Oh well.

Her wrists unstrapped, she yanked off the drip and reached over for the phone.]

[Filter: Gabriel]

you feathery fucking stalker

[Filter: Horsemen]


im awake now someone bring me something to fucking eat

[Filter: Gawain]

our parents are freaking the fuck out
tell them to calm down
or ill have to punch someone.

[Filter: CuSith]


rematch bitch

I went on an important search today. Like...SUPER IMPORTANT. Okay, I didn't even plan this search. The point is...I stumbled upon some SUPER ADORABLE pictures of me as a small kid. Adorable. I was the cutest kid to ever be real.

Eddie is ~surprisingly~ missing pictures. I think he stole them and hid them so I couldn't find them and show them off to everyone. I so would, too. Clearly psychic

Dearest cousin Mary, loveliest of all cousins, apple of my eye, shiny and sparkly light of my life!!! Come with me on an adventure...but more of a shopping adventure. Yes?