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[Jun. 6th, 2010|05:33 pm] |
*flits about her study/office/hidey hole one early afternoon, taking care of official business while her son is off wreaking havoc with his father*
*official business including a warning text to Ecthelion (Congratulations! His Majesty would like a word the instant you set foot on his soil again.)* *tactfully omits "you could probably hear him shrieking all the way from Vinyamar"* *also sends Edrahil an email asking him to pull up Gondolin's marriage laws for her*
*that done, sets about readying a nice welcome lunch for her company!* *figured it was about time for a (joking) (but not really) royal missive, as she hasn't seen Beren in forever and she's never met his son in person* |
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[Mar. 27th, 2010|08:32 am] |
*has been walking on air for the past couple weeks, not to mention going out with Domíran as often as possible* *hasn't had to explain her whole situation yet, which is a bit of a relief (Mír was way too close to missing his curfew to take her home)*
*curls up in the living room on a Saturday morning to do some reading* *rather loathes anything that feels so much like schoolwork but she's got to satisfy her curiosity*
*closes the book a half-hour later and, visibly shaken, book in hand, goes to look for the one person in this house she would trust with her life* |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2010|09:48 am] |
*on the evening of the winter formal, barricades herself in her room to get dolled up in her blue dress and do her makeup and hair* *did consider asking her mother to help her, but was afraid she'd expect to meet her boyfriend? date (and she doesn't know if she's ready for that yet)*
*when her makeup is absolutely perfect, her hair a cascade of curls tumbling down her back, finds her coat and clutch and leaves the house as quickly as possible (doesn't think he's paying attention, but she'd like to avoid any difficult questions)* *spares a glance for the ancient (and likely incredibly boring) book she pulled out of her father's library, which she keeps meaning to skim through but hasn't gotten around to yet (well, now is definitely not the time)*
*takes a taxi to Bankside High, having arranged to meet Mír there (despite his hints that he'd really like to pick her up, she's not ready for that yet, either)* *follows the couples and groups of giggly teens toward what turns out to be the glammed-out gym (glammed-out in a cheesy high school-y way, at least)*
*takes her coat off and stands just inside the door, feeling awkward and unusually shy* *doesn't think she's imagining those girls staring and whispering by the punch table* |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2010|10:28 pm] |
*on the night of her date, starts getting ready hours in advance, even though she's just wearing jeans and a simple top and a teeny-tiny bit of makeup (it takes careful preparation to get carelessly windblown hair just right, okay?)*
*when she finally satisfies herself that she looks presentable, bundles up, grabs her pocketbook (double-checking that she's got the crappy tickets), and is driven into town*
*gets out of the car some distance from Patsy's so she can walk the rest of the way* *has already grabbed a table by the time she realizes that she is disastrously early (but ugh, it's freezing outside...I'll just have to wait)* *settles in and tries not to look overeager (which is sort of difficult considering she is)* |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|07:15 pm] |
*has a date for his school's winter dance, and she's basically the coolest, most gorgeous girl ever* *is vaguely aware that most a few of the girls at his school are heartbroken a little disappointed that he's taken—which, okay, is kinda nice, he supposes?*
*as the day of the dance approaches and the initial excitement (she said yes!) wears off, begins to experience a brand of panic he's not entirely sure how to handle, panic to the tune of what the hell do I do now? and what if I step on her feet? and kiss or no kiss?* *does ask his dad whether it's hard to dance, at which point he's subjected to an embarrassing but overall hilarious attempt at a lesson god his parents are such dorks sometimes*
*finally remembers a few important details, such as the fact that he has no idea where or when he's acquiring his date* *brings up her number in his phone at least four times in the space of an afternoon, practicing his opening line very quietly to himself* Hi. Hiya. Hey. This is Mír? It's Domíran. Hi, Lily, it's me, Mír. Hey, how're you? HI. *oh god why can't he sound even a little bit cool??*
*eventually just presses Send before he can rethink it, resigning himself to the fact that he's going to sound stupid, so he might as well try to be cute-stupid* |
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[Nov. 30th, 2009|11:36 am] |
*after a couple nights spent shacked up in the Savoy, being a fully funded self-sufficient woman (i.e. buying movies and raiding the minibar with abandon), came to the conclusion that living on her own totally sucks*
*considers calling her uncle (but he already checks on her constantly and she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction) or her mother (she misses her, but she needs to think about what—or who—she's done) or even Finduilas (she's a television star, so her life must be exciting, and maybe she has some good advice for the wild and crazy single girl who misses her mommy and her bed and her horses)*
*sighs and shoves her phone in her handbag and just goes out into town to see what there is to see* |
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[Oct. 25th, 2009|05:58 pm] |
*heads home after football practice, freshly-showered and lugging his gear in an oversized duffel, a wide smile practically tattooed to his face* *is positively glowing with the compliment his coach gave him earlier on the field—that he might be a wide receiver this season, but if he keeps up the way he is, he could make quarterback next year*
*is excited to get home and tell his parents (especially his dad), but decides to circle around the long way and take a look at the OU field on the way* *does that once in a while, especially before a big game* *gets a little psyched-up just thinking about playing at the college level (and now he'll dream of being the frosh QB)*
*about halfway across the campus, reaches into his bag for his water bottle, only to realize that he left it at school* *is pretty sure he'll die of thirst if he waits till he gets home, after the way the coach ran them today* *ducks into the closest building that looks open—Riverside Music Hall, according to the big letters on the side—and proceeds to wander in search of a drinking fountain* |
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[Jul. 12th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
*after an unscheduled (well, more unscheduled than usual) stopover in Menegroth, has made it to Ossiriand* *never did find his lighter, but supposes these things happen for a reason* *hopes it finds someone who needs it more*
*wanders about for a good week or three while, taking in the overall quiet of the place, until he happens upon a nice little neighborhood with a nice little park, in which there seems to be a bit of trouble brewing*
*pauses to lean against a nearby-ish tree, understated and unnoticed, and curious as ever about the Children's children (at their best)(at their worst)*
ETA: *is having a full day thus far, with no less than three Firsts: met a curiously Musical little boy, carried out an insect funeral, and then indulged in blue-swirled ice cream*
*sees Domíran on his way before traipsing on out of the park and making his way further into town proper, thinking to see what else he can get into before day's end* *what? is used to being busy* |
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[Apr. 30th, 2009|06:20 pm] |
*is in Delving for the first time in... forever 'n ever! (or a lot of months, anyway)*
*has brought along his special plastic tuh-rair-ee-uhm, which is currently home to two crickets and a shiny green beetle* *carries it very carefully in both hands, just like his dad showed him, and tries to walk slowly even though he's so excited to be visiting his granddad and grandma*
*hopes his granddad is impressed by his bug home, because it took him a long, long time to decide what kinds of plants and things to put in it—there's even a little plastic cave with "Delving" written on it in magic marker!* |
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[Oct. 16th, 2008|10:13 am] |
*paces the floor of the nursery with Domíran finally sleeping in her arms*
*wipes her eyes, red-rimmed from crying, with one hand* Please, please stay asleep this time. I just need a nap.
*moves slowly over to the crib and slowly, ever so slowly, lays him down in it* |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|04:15 pm] |
*wanders around Ossiriand, bag slung over his shoulder, breathing a little easier because he knows there is no way a Fëanorian would agree to an extradition with Thingol*
*wonders what the housing market is like here, and whether he should buy or rent or even short-term lease* (*it helps to be able to pick up and run at a moment's notice*)
*eventually winds up on the OU campus, hoping to find out about off-campus housing from the Student Union* |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2008|06:35 pm] |
*has had an interesting week*
*Day One: kidnapped Lúthien's new baby and took him to Beren and Lúthien's old cabin in the woods*
*Day Two: tried to get the kid to stop screaming for hours before realizing he was hungry and dirty*
*Day Three: tried to figure out the purpose of this kidnap, and decided it was to destroy the evidence of Beren and Lúthien's relations*
*Day Four: left the baby alone and exposed in the woods, as people did in older days*
*Day Four, Twenty Minutes Later: went back to get the baby*
*Day Five: glared at the baby a lot*
*Day Six: began panicking, as a Beleriand-wide baby-hunt is/was on and he's been in hiding for a while now*
*Current: sits and stares at the baby* |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|09:32 pm] |
*spends the whole day sulking around the hospital, upset about the whole situation, but not having a clue what to do about it*
*watches goody two-shoes come and go*
*watches Dad! the happy grandfather come and go*
*even watches Mardil come and go*
*eventually ends up wandering through the Maternity ward late at night, with the intention of getting a look at the little monster* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|12:00 pm] |
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*woke up in the middle of the night with a very tight pain in her lower back* *within hours was in the hospital, drugged up, and having a mostly okay time of it all*
*sits on her hospital bed now, still exhausted, baby in arms* |
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