couples_therapy ”Your words in my memory, are like music to me"
Patient’s Name: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word Count: 271
Partner Patient’s Name: Ruby (Redhuntergirl)
How much to I trust my partner?
I trust her with my life. And I really mean it. I know what it means to literally have to trust another to keep you alive. Also, dude, I can get myself into some pretty wacky fun with the bullets, and the. . .well, lets no go into it.
I trust her with my family. And with us this isn't about babysitting, we're talking life and death, soul on the line shit here, folks. Also, she does baby sit. Just throwing that out there. For the record.
I trust her with my soul. She assures me I have one. And she would know, being a demon and all. That's right. I married a demon. She has great legs. Anyway, all of you Bible thumping preachy racist ass-hats out that are telling everyone that transgenics have no soul because we're man made. Yeah, stick it in your eye. It's not a lemon soaked paper-cut. Why do you ask?
I trust her with what's going on in my head. Which puts her on a short list. Like a really short one. Okay, I don't talk to her, but to be fair? I don't talk to anyone. I don't know how. But I trust her with it. When she finally backs me down I will tell her what's the what with emotional fuckwittery.
So the simple answer? A lot.
I would have just said that in the first place, but when I tried I was told it wasn't 'in depth' enough. So I figure fine, I'll spell it all out like this is kindergarten.
I never went to kindergarten. Don't think I missed much.
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word Count: 271
Partner Patient’s Name: Ruby (Redhuntergirl)
How much to I trust my partner?
I trust her with my life. And I really mean it. I know what it means to literally have to trust another to keep you alive. Also, dude, I can get myself into some pretty wacky fun with the bullets, and the. . .well, lets no go into it.
I trust her with my family. And with us this isn't about babysitting, we're talking life and death, soul on the line shit here, folks. Also, she does baby sit. Just throwing that out there. For the record.
I trust her with my soul. She assures me I have one. And she would know, being a demon and all. That's right. I married a demon. She has great legs. Anyway, all of you Bible thumping preachy racist ass-hats out that are telling everyone that transgenics have no soul because we're man made. Yeah, stick it in your eye. It's not a lemon soaked paper-cut. Why do you ask?
I trust her with what's going on in my head. Which puts her on a short list. Like a really short one. Okay, I don't talk to her, but to be fair? I don't talk to anyone. I don't know how. But I trust her with it. When she finally backs me down I will tell her what's the what with emotional fuckwittery.
So the simple answer? A lot.
I would have just said that in the first place, but when I tried I was told it wasn't 'in depth' enough. So I figure fine, I'll spell it all out like this is kindergarten.
I never went to kindergarten. Don't think I missed much.