At least it's peaceful, I suppose.
Lindon is rather empty at the moment. People are just beginning to return after the wedding in Mandos. Corpses reanimating all over the place. Its a tad disturbing, actually.
I didn't go. Quite apart from not knowing the wedding party themselves and not really being that keen on piercing myself with anything sharp and pointy in order to get there, Weddings only depress me.
I used to picture my own, when I was an elfling. My smile, My lover, My honeymoon, my pretty dress, but I've never had one. You'd think after so many millenia I might have found just one person capable of putting up with me, but no. Humans live a few measly decades, and plenty of them seem to manage to find true love.
I've tried before now to mimic the actions of others more lucky in romantic affairs. I sat on a couch for a decade watching nothing but 'I love Lucy' re runs, but had to stop when my brains began to bleed out of my ears. I tried to become a rock star, but realised at my debut performance that I suffered from hideous stage fright, and fainted before I could sing a note. It seems I'm doomed to simply be myself.
Me, I've never had a lasting relationship with anything that doesnt come in a bottle marked 40 % proof. And vodka, while it may have its good points, is not all that great to snuggle with on the cold winter nights.
I'd like to snuggle, I think.
.....see? Depressing.
*sighs and closes the curtains so he doesn't have to watch the return of the wedding dead.*
I didn't go. Quite apart from not knowing the wedding party themselves and not really being that keen on piercing myself with anything sharp and pointy in order to get there, Weddings only depress me.
I used to picture my own, when I was an elfling. My smile, My lover, My honeymoon, my pretty dress, but I've never had one. You'd think after so many millenia I might have found just one person capable of putting up with me, but no. Humans live a few measly decades, and plenty of them seem to manage to find true love.
I've tried before now to mimic the actions of others more lucky in romantic affairs. I sat on a couch for a decade watching nothing but 'I love Lucy' re runs, but had to stop when my brains began to bleed out of my ears. I tried to become a rock star, but realised at my debut performance that I suffered from hideous stage fright, and fainted before I could sing a note. It seems I'm doomed to simply be myself.
Me, I've never had a lasting relationship with anything that doesnt come in a bottle marked 40 % proof. And vodka, while it may have its good points, is not all that great to snuggle with on the cold winter nights.
I'd like to snuggle, I think.
.....see? Depressing.
*sighs and closes the curtains so he doesn't have to watch the return of the wedding dead.*