The McTavishams Scavenger Hunt - Consolation Prize!
Hey Guys!
So...when I said I'd upload the consolation prize later last night . . . I totally meant I'd upload it today. Yep. Sorry about that :( I got super tired last night and ended up crawling into bed almost at 9:30 . . . DDDD: I should tell you, I normally don't go to bed until like, 2. So going to bed at 9:30 was like, "holy-shit-what-is-wrong-with-you" weird.
Anyway! I wanted to thank you all again so much for the participation and support you've all given me over the last . . . uh . . . has it really been three years?!! Jeeeeeeeeez-louise. I should do these things more often, huh?! But yes, I really did want this to say 'thank you' and for just being something fun that people could play with. I hope I kept it fun and challenging . . . maybe next year I can do this again, if I can think up some decent prizes!! I think that was the hardest part for me, because I really can't ever imagine what else I can do. I am not a creator, I don't mesh, and I can't make decent enough make-up for sharing cause you'd laugh at me . . . heh. Soooo, I hope that this little silly prize isn't a horrible let down. I just learned how to do this, too. :P
As a consolation prize to all of you for being here with me and supporting me and encouraging me . . . I have made you a small little wall hanging for your game if you'd like it. It's not anything special, but I thought it would tie in nicely with "The Heir is Donovan" end puzzle. Let me know if there are any issues . . . I did scan it with Clean Installer, and it works fine for my game, but of course there is always that one computer that doesn't like it. Shouldn't be a big problem, though. :)
Download Link
Thanks again to Carla for helping to talk me through the process ^_^
And Part Two of the consolation prize . . . A TEASER!! :D
He landed with a short huff on the bench next to Christiana, collapsing backward. He laughed once, dragging a hand over his face. “I think I’m going to sleep better tonight than she is,” he said humorously.
Christiana laughed knowingly, nodding. “She has a lot of energy,” she mused. He laughed through his nose in agreement, watching Lilah as she ran around chasing the fireflies. “You kept up with her really good today, though,” Christiana said turning to him.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her and she laughed again, her hand patting his knee. “You did!” She smiled radiantly at him. He beamed effortlessly back at her, trying to ignore the crackle of awareness that seemed to cling to the air surrounding them.
“Can I ask you something?” She said, suddenly wary. “And you can tell me if it’s not my place.”
Curious, he inclined his head once.
“The glasses…I noticed that you wear them even at night. Is that because you’re trying to hide your scars?”
His eyebrows rose in surprise. He hadn’t expected that. “No, not really. I mean, it is a little bit. People tend not to be as…” He broke off, searching for the right word. “Uneasy…around me. But I mostly just wear them out of habit now.” He frowned slightly, remembering the way she’d recoiled briefly the last time she’d seen him without his glasses.
“Out of habit?” she asked softly.
He readjusted his posture, affecting a more comfortable position as he watched Lilah running around in the grass. “The first few months after the accident, this eye,” he said, tapping the right corner of his glasses. “Was very sensitive to light. The left was blinded in the explosion, so this one had to adjust. I used to get horrible headaches after only a few hours of keeping my eyes open,” he mused, remembering. He shook his head, turning to smile at her with a lopsided grin. “But now, I don’t even need them in normal sunlight anymore. I’m just used to wearing them.”
She smiled softly back at him. “Well, just so you know,” she said after a moment, bumping his shoulder with hers. “It doesn’t make me ‘uneasy’. You can take them off, if you want,” she said graciously.
He smiled slightly as he turned away, folding the glasses methodically and placing them in the breast pocket of his jacket. “Thank you,” he murmured.
He felt the unnecessary need to fill the silence as they sat together, but he was unable to think of anything to say. Commenting on the weather seemed so trivial; so useless. And yet, what do you say to the mother of your child, someone you barely know? Other than to tell her how heartbreakingly beautiful she’d been all day.
How she was, still, even now.
Also: Who can tell me what the hell is up with LJ and their SUCKY formatting?! Cause I'm about to blow my lid every time I have to edit something . . .