our lady of destruction (imitosis) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2012-12-17 10:55:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !network post, charlie holloway, clint barton / hawkeye (mcu), don draper, kara thrace / starbuck, lee adama / apollo, tj hammond |
Boxing match or card game.
Boxing match and then card game.
Card game and then boxing match.
Strip-poker.
Strip-boxing.
[FILTERED: Don Draper]
I used your money to buy supplies for the building site.
I am very drunk and it isn't yet noon so I'm going to tell you a story. Then, I am going to get a whole gallon of coffee because Helo, I don't want to bounce a hammer off your head when we go to be charitable. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt you TOO bad but, you see, I'm working on this "third time's a charm thing". So, the story.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who thought that she was very good at being a very good little girl but when all the good got beat out of her, she clung to this or that or whatever as any good girl does.
She could fly. She could love flying. She could love everything (and that was her problem, loving everything and not knowing how to distinguish this or that) and since it was so close to hate, she could shroud herself in it and nobody knew the difference. She set herself at a pin's fee, anyway, and it was fine.
Then, there came this destiny. And it's been talked about (in this world: ad nauseum) but she died, she came back, she disappeared. Though she didn't know how or why, she was okay because so much had happened and she was so tired and most importantly, she fulfilled her destiny. Her friends were home and she could rest.
Now this rest was not real rest at all. There was light (the sun; so hot), there was this hard pull in her gut whenever she felt lonely -- because no one was there -- and so she decided, when that curious blue light appeared before her, that she would touch (but not really touch, she hadn't had a body in hours or days or eons) it. So, she did. Then she saw her friends and the people she loved again.