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[Nov. 29th, 2010|10:28 pm] |
*has spent long, glorious months fulfilling her purpose (teach them to fear), and savoring more and more freedom as her Lady loosens her hold from afar (well done, little one)*
*is starting to feel the distinct itch of boredom, though; all of the dark alleys and dive-y bars are beginning to look alike, and there are only so many ways to frighten a mortal without damaging them* *so fucking boring*
*on a whim, creeps past the border of Ossiriand, all of her senses on high alert* *is even better with skulking in shadows than she was before, but still—her last experience in these parts taught her to be extra-cautious*
*drifts through the dark alleys and dive-y bars, finding them to be depressingly similar to those found in the other corners of the world* *finally decides to spice things up a little by heading somewhere a little less... dark and dive-y* *ooh, a college campus, should be plenty of self-absorbed young things in need of some (hee) education!* |
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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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[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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[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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[Jun. 30th, 2008|09:52 am] |
*is so super (super super!!) happy to have made a new friend in Ossiriand* *tried being friends with the girls in her classes but they always made snide comments like "not as pretty as the books say" and "must be easy to get an A when you're sleeping with a professor" and "where's your talking dog?"* *still isn't sure she believes this "talking dog" nonsense. dogs don't talk!*
*spends the day painting the nursery, singing happy songs and trying to ignore the papers she has due next week* (*on her list of Things She Does Not Like: Summer Classes*) |
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predatory
stressed
bouncy