Sunday six
Oh hey, it's Sunday. Time for Sunday six! (Even if I only remembered because I saw someone else do it...)
Here's a little more fom the same story as last week.
There is… a presence in his head. It is nothing so substantial as a voice, and it is with him always. It is a sense of negation when he eliminates a target, a longing for the sunlight, an old dance hall tune he can’t get out of his mind. It has never interfered with his work. Never before.
The target is a tall man in a ridiculous blue, red and white unitard.
And now I have to go and add things into the newsletter that I had finished last night because C wanted to send it out today, and I couldn't work on it today because London, but now she wants to put new things in it. Urgh.
Had a lovely day with thepretender501 and talekayler, though! Yay!
Also, I take back the rude things I was thinking about the light snowfall predicted by Met office for 9pm, because it's just gone 9pm and fuck me if it's not lightly snowing.
Here's a little more fom the same story as last week.
There is… a presence in his head. It is nothing so substantial as a voice, and it is with him always. It is a sense of negation when he eliminates a target, a longing for the sunlight, an old dance hall tune he can’t get out of his mind. It has never interfered with his work. Never before.
The target is a tall man in a ridiculous blue, red and white unitard.
And now I have to go and add things into the newsletter that I had finished last night because C wanted to send it out today, and I couldn't work on it today because London, but now she wants to put new things in it. Urgh.
Had a lovely day with thepretender501 and talekayler, though! Yay!
Also, I take back the rude things I was thinking about the light snowfall predicted by Met office for 9pm, because it's just gone 9pm and fuck me if it's not lightly snowing.