Angeles_Lost
"Excuse me, is it legal to show Airplane on an airplane?" I asked the stewardess. She gave me one of those motherly looks my mother never gave me. The one where the mouth dips up and the lips curl. The one that gurgles the guilt butterflies in your stomach. Yeah, that one. Curse the stewardess for butterflies. That was the least of what I needed.
Two years in Africa and all I come back with for Buffy and Dawn is some cheap imitation mask and chocolate covered ants. Oh and the eye herbs. I haven't been able to see if it's been working. I dont lift my eyepatch because of the possible hole. I don't want to see it. So I never check if the remedies work. And I don't do it in public cause god forbid, "Hey cyclops, one to take the sore sight out of here?" And then the occasional. "Mommy, mommy! A monster!" Or, "Can I take it home mommy?"
So yes, no lifting of the eyepatch. Although the shaman was nice about it. Except for the one, an "eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth". He was always at wits with his landlord...so I always heard that statement... I rolled my eye at that thought. And cringed at that one. Forever and ever I will be like, "I'm rolling my eye at you!" "I have an eye in the back of my head." And the ever popular. "Eye see you." Okay it's never, "eyes" but still.
I looked up at the screen which played Airplane!
And dont call me shirley!
Laughter. What I remember so fondly of. Buffy's message rattled me more then I could admit. Giles was unreachable in England. I just hoped Willow got my message. I took a breath. Finally something that 's not supposed to be plural. I hoped would meet Buffy. I sent my flight information through a text message.
I looked outside through my uno eye and saw...a city. Hopefully L.A. I need hope now.
Airplane! was over. And my airplane ride was almost over. And then I would see the one that got away, and went to Rome, and dated an immortal sorcerer who practiced black majick...
I didn't pry. I cared. And loved.
I loved my best friend. Maybe it would come time to express that love. For the first time ever I felt...serene or at least impassive. I got up and walked toward the bathroom. Opened it, closed it behind me and stared at my one eye. With all of my emotional strength I began to lift the eyepatch. There was no turning back. "Oh, fuck it." I ripped it off, and saw an eyeball. A blue, matching eyeball. Not darkness. Not a gaping hole.
An eyeball. "I LOVE SHAMANS!"
An eyeball.
Two years in Africa and all I come back with for Buffy and Dawn is some cheap imitation mask and chocolate covered ants. Oh and the eye herbs. I haven't been able to see if it's been working. I dont lift my eyepatch because of the possible hole. I don't want to see it. So I never check if the remedies work. And I don't do it in public cause god forbid, "Hey cyclops, one to take the sore sight out of here?" And then the occasional. "Mommy, mommy! A monster!" Or, "Can I take it home mommy?"
So yes, no lifting of the eyepatch. Although the shaman was nice about it. Except for the one, an "eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth". He was always at wits with his landlord...so I always heard that statement... I rolled my eye at that thought. And cringed at that one. Forever and ever I will be like, "I'm rolling my eye at you!" "I have an eye in the back of my head." And the ever popular. "Eye see you." Okay it's never, "eyes" but still.
I looked up at the screen which played Airplane!
And dont call me shirley!
Laughter. What I remember so fondly of. Buffy's message rattled me more then I could admit. Giles was unreachable in England. I just hoped Willow got my message. I took a breath. Finally something that 's not supposed to be plural. I hoped would meet Buffy. I sent my flight information through a text message.
I looked outside through my uno eye and saw...a city. Hopefully L.A. I need hope now.
Airplane! was over. And my airplane ride was almost over. And then I would see the one that got away, and went to Rome, and dated an immortal sorcerer who practiced black majick...
I didn't pry. I cared. And loved.
I loved my best friend. Maybe it would come time to express that love. For the first time ever I felt...serene or at least impassive. I got up and walked toward the bathroom. Opened it, closed it behind me and stared at my one eye. With all of my emotional strength I began to lift the eyepatch. There was no turning back. "Oh, fuck it." I ripped it off, and saw an eyeball. A blue, matching eyeball. Not darkness. Not a gaping hole.
An eyeball. "I LOVE SHAMANS!"
An eyeball.