Omnicient? Of course not.
Tynan…he made Evelon nervous. She’d heard tales of vampires, but she’d never been around one. She didn’t blame him for what he was, that would make her a hypocrite for what she was. However, she wanted to wait before trusting him with anything. She had yet to see what he would really do under pressure with teammates. True, he had saved her life, and she still blushed at the though as she did find him attractively built, but the fact was that she never trusted ‘hero’ types. The guilt of blaming him for nothing was getting to her though, so she made a mental note to talk to him some time…when no one else was looking of coarse. She wanted to see how he would behave with just her around.
Thank you Evelon, Tynan got the HUGEST kick outta that! :D! Wheeeee for attractive vampires. x3
Uhm, yeah... so, I'm hope. Whoopee~ I love the weekend, but there are still things I miss about being up at "home" with Misha. Rawr... But hey, gotta spend time with the fiance. ^_~ Lots of time, apparently. Can never get him to go home. Doesn't help when my parents pull him into a conversation. Heh...
On a very off-topic note: I hate our downstairs bathroom door. I can NEVER get it to open. I turn out the lights and go to leave, and find myelf fighting with a doorhandle that won't even TURN. I'm over here, "GAAAH! OPEN DARN YOU! *flip back on light; jiggle jiggle; freak out; calm down; turn handle several different ways; wahla!* Thank YOU! *slams door shut*"
...okay, I think I'm just tired. I'm going to bed. Right now. Before I die. 11:30 comes too early, I fear.
Thank you Evelon, Tynan got the HUGEST kick outta that! :D! Wheeeee for attractive vampires. x3
Uhm, yeah... so, I'm hope. Whoopee~ I love the weekend, but there are still things I miss about being up at "home" with Misha. Rawr... But hey, gotta spend time with the fiance. ^_~ Lots of time, apparently. Can never get him to go home. Doesn't help when my parents pull him into a conversation. Heh...
On a very off-topic note: I hate our downstairs bathroom door. I can NEVER get it to open. I turn out the lights and go to leave, and find myelf fighting with a doorhandle that won't even TURN. I'm over here, "GAAAH! OPEN DARN YOU! *flip back on light; jiggle jiggle; freak out; calm down; turn handle several different ways; wahla!* Thank YOU! *slams door shut*"
...okay, I think I'm just tired. I'm going to bed. Right now. Before I die. 11:30 comes too early, I fear.