Quote response.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the word seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses. - Taylor Caldwell
You know, that's the thing that makes having a team so asterous. Well, and having Bruce too. You know, the last four years, there have been a LOT of times when I could have, when, by the law of everything natural, I SHOULD have ended up alone and miserable. I was going to post earlier this week on the last time prompt bit, about the last day I spent with my parents, or the last time I saw them, or we all performed, and I kinda wound up depressing myself about stuff so I didn't, and I've been kind of avoiding stuff in general, not what I really DO this time of year, but it sort of brought me back to feeling like I kind of WAS alone for a while there, but then, well, Bruce was doing HIS traditional holiday withdrawal thing and we were both being pretty much quietly moping in different parts of the house, but, well. It's Gotham, you know? Stuff went down tonight, and sort of forced us out of our being underjoyed at life in general when turned out we had crazy Joker antics to deal with. (NO-ONE start singing the song. Even Wally's given up on thinking that's funny anymore. It stopped being funny for HIM the first Christmas after we met. After about fifteen minutes at the Gotham Thanksgiving Parade.) It happens when we end up out together no matter when it is, but coming when it did, having something to actually focus on that drew us together was really, really welcome, and kind of did the whole restoring my totally ept mood for Christmas Eve thing.
So there was that, and we came back in and Alfred was hanging around putting out punch and booze and putting the final prep on foods that were going to end up lighted on fire later, and the team was around, and Clark, and Hell, even Roy apparently made up with Green Arrow, or they were both just really really drunk, I don't even know but the point was that there everybody was, and I wasn't totally alone, and Bruce wasn't totally alone, and there were, well, a lot of us making the whole thing something awesome, and it all happened right when stuff had started to get dark and I felt like maybe it was going to be off this year and it'd be ruined.
And now, we're all hanging around downstairs watching A Christmas Story and eating Alfred's cookies and it's my very warm comfortable boyfriend's first ever Christmas party and stuff, but yeah. Totally not alone. The complete opposite of alone, so....unlonely? Hey, that's even a word. Just looked it up...
So I'm unlonely after all, and that's what this whole thing is all about.
It's "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen", right? Like rest assured? And Merry like peaceful, not really happy? Cause that's sort of what this is reminding me of too. Have an awesome one, you know? :)
You know, that's the thing that makes having a team so asterous. Well, and having Bruce too. You know, the last four years, there have been a LOT of times when I could have, when, by the law of everything natural, I SHOULD have ended up alone and miserable. I was going to post earlier this week on the last time prompt bit, about the last day I spent with my parents, or the last time I saw them, or we all performed, and I kinda wound up depressing myself about stuff so I didn't, and I've been kind of avoiding stuff in general, not what I really DO this time of year, but it sort of brought me back to feeling like I kind of WAS alone for a while there, but then, well, Bruce was doing HIS traditional holiday withdrawal thing and we were both being pretty much quietly moping in different parts of the house, but, well. It's Gotham, you know? Stuff went down tonight, and sort of forced us out of our being underjoyed at life in general when turned out we had crazy Joker antics to deal with. (NO-ONE start singing the song. Even Wally's given up on thinking that's funny anymore. It stopped being funny for HIM the first Christmas after we met. After about fifteen minutes at the Gotham Thanksgiving Parade.) It happens when we end up out together no matter when it is, but coming when it did, having something to actually focus on that drew us together was really, really welcome, and kind of did the whole restoring my totally ept mood for Christmas Eve thing.
So there was that, and we came back in and Alfred was hanging around putting out punch and booze and putting the final prep on foods that were going to end up lighted on fire later, and the team was around, and Clark, and Hell, even Roy apparently made up with Green Arrow, or they were both just really really drunk, I don't even know but the point was that there everybody was, and I wasn't totally alone, and Bruce wasn't totally alone, and there were, well, a lot of us making the whole thing something awesome, and it all happened right when stuff had started to get dark and I felt like maybe it was going to be off this year and it'd be ruined.
And now, we're all hanging around downstairs watching A Christmas Story and eating Alfred's cookies and it's my very warm comfortable boyfriend's first ever Christmas party and stuff, but yeah. Totally not alone. The complete opposite of alone, so....unlonely? Hey, that's even a word. Just looked it up...
So I'm unlonely after all, and that's what this whole thing is all about.
It's "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen", right? Like rest assured? And Merry like peaceful, not really happy? Cause that's sort of what this is reminding me of too. Have an awesome one, you know? :)