Days that run together like ink
So, there was a question from Maxim about the "differently smart", and questions from Grey about shapeshifting and milestones in life (and I've learned that pink is never an acceptable color on him unless it's on a woman on his arm). There was some guy in a costume asking about traps and loyalties.
Jas told me that he likes it when I have opinions. Even when we disagree. It's really nice to hear that. Then he and Spider fought. That was a little less nice. I don't like seeing my friends get hurt, even if they're only fighting for fun. At least they're all patched up now. Jas is doing better today. He was in a good mood, which is good.
I wonder where Sheo's mind goes when he's with me. I wonder if I'd understand if he tried to explain...I don't think he understands me either though, and somehow, that's very comforting. I shouldn't think about it too much, things that feel right with him get confusing when I think about them. But things do feel right, very right. Not the sort of right I felt with the Count, where it was good but I knew he could explode at any moment. Sheo will accept me, whatever happens, and we'll work out whatever differences there are. (Though next time he gives me that sort of ultimatum I'm going to send one of his pretty little saints to smack him.)
He asked me why I'm so important to him. I wish I knew. I know why he's important to me, I could list a dozen and more reasons...but I can't think of anything I offer him other than companionship. It doesn't seem like enough. Not that it ever does... (Ah, the perils of being nearly divine. I'm too big and scary for humans, and too little to feel worthy of anything else.)
I don't know how long I laid there in the Nexus with him before I fell asleep...I woke up in a strange, glorious place this morning... We were near the water, I could see the masts of a ship. Sheo said it's the Imperial City in Cyrodiil, on Tamriel; his world is called Nirn. We jumped off a cliff. Well, he jumped and was holding me. It was like falling and being almost weightless. It was sensational. Those moments with him always are.
An interesting-looking new man showed up in the Nexus. Some little boy wants an aligator; I hope people can talk him out of it without hurting his feelings. And Musketeers like ice cream and chocolate. Yay chocolate.
...damnit...
I don't think I should empathize with this, but I do.
Magic is a sort of greenish-purple-yellow. Except for when it tastes Mondayish. Then it's blue. I like Monday-magic. Saturday is my favorite though. Saturday is healing magic, Monday is creation.
There's going to be a storm today. I'm starting to truly love storms.
((I have such book envy. Oh, Ven, lyrics for that song I mentioned last night. And guess who got her hands on some Voltaire finally? ^.^))
Jas told me that he likes it when I have opinions. Even when we disagree. It's really nice to hear that. Then he and Spider fought. That was a little less nice. I don't like seeing my friends get hurt, even if they're only fighting for fun. At least they're all patched up now. Jas is doing better today. He was in a good mood, which is good.
I wonder where Sheo's mind goes when he's with me. I wonder if I'd understand if he tried to explain...I don't think he understands me either though, and somehow, that's very comforting. I shouldn't think about it too much, things that feel right with him get confusing when I think about them. But things do feel right, very right. Not the sort of right I felt with the Count, where it was good but I knew he could explode at any moment. Sheo will accept me, whatever happens, and we'll work out whatever differences there are. (Though next time he gives me that sort of ultimatum I'm going to send one of his pretty little saints to smack him.)
He asked me why I'm so important to him. I wish I knew. I know why he's important to me, I could list a dozen and more reasons...but I can't think of anything I offer him other than companionship. It doesn't seem like enough. Not that it ever does... (Ah, the perils of being nearly divine. I'm too big and scary for humans, and too little to feel worthy of anything else.)
I don't know how long I laid there in the Nexus with him before I fell asleep...I woke up in a strange, glorious place this morning... We were near the water, I could see the masts of a ship. Sheo said it's the Imperial City in Cyrodiil, on Tamriel; his world is called Nirn. We jumped off a cliff. Well, he jumped and was holding me. It was like falling and being almost weightless. It was sensational. Those moments with him always are.
An interesting-looking new man showed up in the Nexus. Some little boy wants an aligator; I hope people can talk him out of it without hurting his feelings. And Musketeers like ice cream and chocolate. Yay chocolate.
...damnit...
I don't think I should empathize with this, but I do.
Magic is a sort of greenish-purple-yellow. Except for when it tastes Mondayish. Then it's blue. I like Monday-magic. Saturday is my favorite though. Saturday is healing magic, Monday is creation.
There's going to be a storm today. I'm starting to truly love storms.
((I have such book envy. Oh, Ven, lyrics for that song I mentioned last night. And guess who got her hands on some Voltaire finally? ^.^))
