vallo

Tripped over the cat and the dogs running after each other and where $%&* was meant to be said the verbal equivalent of skjdfd came out instead. It was weird.

#$%@?

It's going to be one of those days isn't it.

filtered: prom/ignis.
I never thought I'd say this but you gotta start singing that damn song in your head, Prom, loudly. Or I'm gonna give up the plan before we get out of the house.

I've been here in Vallo over a year now - I've fought your monsters, I've befriended my own, I've made new friends, I've lost old ones, I've received new memories, and sold a truly impressive amount of smut (you're welcome, Caleb), and I think - maybe - I might have half a chance to actually stay here. Oh, optimism - I'll admit it's a fun hat to wear, but difficult to truly rally behind, isn't it? We've all lost loved ones, here. It's a cut that stings, week in and week out. We've little power here. No control.

And yet I think the alternative - to have no hope, to live without aim - it may be the most intelligent option, but certainly not the most satisfying. I could never deny myself a light to sail home to once I've found one, foolish though it might be (yes, Edwin, that's you. Very poetic, yes? I hope you're properly besotted). We find ourselves in a strange, cruel, beautiful world, don't we friends?

And so, a year later, both heavier and lighter than before - to many more, and many more.

[ Filtered to Edwin ]

All that said: how do you feel about my potentially risking my neck from time to time? I'm considering doing the part-time Defense Squad, now that I'm certain that my monster will cause us no harm. I promise to be extremely dashing.