I should be doing so many things. Watch me avoid all of them because I'm depressed anxious too antsy to focus on anything substantial right now. I foresee a night of knitting and SUFBB/tVD and cereal
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hugs and balm for your wounded heart, whatever that is, if it's cereal, then yay cereal.
I was going to prompt "Miryo as Watcher," but since I don't see a Brown Eyed Girls tag in your list, so instead: someone gets Hoya this for his birthday.
Jia was still in mourning. Well - you couldn't see it, she was only wearing a black ribbon in her hair. Tied straight, no bow.
She was still Jia.
Even if he....
She hadn't cried at the funeral. No one expected her to. There was a sense of safety in that. In being a Slayer, in having a duty, in having a place and a purpose, in showing up to a funeral in runners and yoga pants, covered in dirt and no one blinked.
They didn't have the right.
They couldn't tell her not to do her job.
Not that she'd ask for a day off. Not from them.
It was all their fault he...
She was not blinking harder. She was not anxiously pulling at the long black ribbon dangling over her shoulder. Her foot was not tapping on the ground restlessly
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The New Watcher (pt 2)kwrittenApril 2 2013, 03:07:54 UTC
But what shocked Jia were the matching puncture wounds on both forearms, just below the inside of her elbows. Two sets of identical scars from vampire fangs. She set down the beers on the chair to her right and then took the older woman's arms in her hands, tracing the scars with her fingers delicately
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Re: The New Watcher (pt 2)kwrittenApril 2 2013, 21:58:17 UTC
So much pain. I was NOT expecting so much!!! badass!Miryo, for sure - - - but then I started thinking about how delicate she actually is, how fierce but how... Miryo ... and then this happened.
Also: "then they banged. the end." didn't seem appropriate. But there's my head-canon for your eyes.
hugs and balm for your wounded heart, whatever that is, if it's cereal, then yay cereal.
I was going to prompt "Miryo as Watcher," but since I don't see a Brown Eyed Girls tag in your list, so instead: someone gets Hoya this for his birthday.
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miss a, beg Jia, Miryo
Jia was still in mourning. Well - you couldn't see it, she was only wearing a black ribbon in her hair. Tied straight, no bow.
She was still Jia.
Even if he....
She hadn't cried at the funeral. No one expected her to. There was a sense of safety in that. In being a Slayer, in having a duty, in having a place and a purpose, in showing up to a funeral in runners and yoga pants, covered in dirt and no one blinked.
They didn't have the right.
They couldn't tell her not to do her job.
Not that she'd ask for a day off. Not from them.
It was all their fault he...
She was not blinking harder. She was not anxiously pulling at the long black ribbon dangling over her shoulder. Her foot was not tapping on the ground restlessly ( ... )
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oh kelsey
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Also: "then they banged. the end." didn't seem appropriate. But there's my head-canon for your eyes.
I'm so glad you liked it!
ILU
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