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[Feb. 12th, 2011|02:14 pm] |
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*on the run-up to her holiday, is a blur of activity, sprinkling a little love and tenderness into as many little hearts as possible before the big day!*
*spends some time dreaming up the perfect gifts for the family, as it were: a bottle of wine for Manwë, along with an embossed note reminding him to get the red and white camellias for Varda; a similar bottle and note for Aulë (but she suggests a home for orphaned bunnies instead of flowers); for Irmo and Estë, warm fuzzy slippers and tea-candies galore; a dozen rabbit hearts hence the bunny home for Oromë, poor thing, and she doesn't know how or what to send to Vána but maybe next year hopefully?* *never has any clue what to get for Námo and Nienna, so that'll be a gift card* *annnnd for Yérë, she has chocolate, daffodils, and a nice friendly card with the words BEHAVE YOURSELF printed inside*
*also arranges for special deliveries of candy hearts to those most deserving of their saccharine messages (i.e., those who will hate them the most)* *hmph!* |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2008|09:57 pm] |
*makes his way to his Boss' house and sheds the pizza boy uniform as soon as he gets in*
*looks at it on the floor of his room, chuckling* *thinks that the red pinstriped shirt, blue shorts and red cap, emblazoned with Pizza Pal! is his new favourite disguise*
*goes down to the living room, snagging a bottle of wine from the wine rack and sits down in front of the television, revelling in the satisfaction of a job well done*
*flicks to an audio channel that Ossë helpfully tuned into the wire taps in Finrod's apartment*
*what?* *is God of Sex - some voyeurism is perfectly healthy, if not expected in his line of work! |
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[Mar. 8th, 2008|12:15 am] |
*wends his way across Órë to Vendórë's home, smelling somewhat of stale smoke and whiskey*
*lets himself into her house and makes his way up the darkened staircase to her room* *sits on the edge of her bed*
*muses aloud* I cannot understand these former Immortals. They live like there's all the time in the world and time's a-wasting. At least Ossë's got it right. Seizing the moment. |
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