On edge is not a very happy place to be (ftvs)
Sitting around my room in the coven house, making tweaks to a few of the spells in my Book of Shadows to keep myself occupied is making for a very jumpy Amy. Particularly when I’m wondering if anyone knows I fucked up and how bad. Everyone around here seems pretty oblivious, Claire included. Though I’m still pretty pissed at her for basically putting the blame for the whole botched cover-up into my hands. Way to friend, yo.
Wondering how well Nerd Boy and Co. are fairing in their investigation. Apparently not to well if no more info or questions have trickled my way by now. It would probably be a good idea for me to give them a call later or stop by the Blue Moon or something to do a bit of digging of my own.
Still haven’t really talked to Vanessa. Even though all things considered, I should be doing some major ass kissing to assure my status in the coven. But like I said, that woman just gives off vibes like she always knows something you don’t want her to know. And those are the kind of vibes that makes you do stupid shit. The kind that just make you want to confess everything, and most likely in the process giving her way more information than she had in the first damn place. Since the only thing she probably knew before you opened your big mouth was something as incriminating as you left wet towels on the bathroom floor again or made a mess in the kitchen and didn’t clean it up. And at present, there is too much shit Amy wants to keep to herself.
Letting the head of a murderous coven know I may have accidentally let someone in on the inner workings of a very sweet deal she’s cut with a darker power or two? Not a very nice option. So that’s that and I’m keeping to myself.
Maybe I need to come up with a simple spell or two to calm my ass down or something. Oh wait; there already is one of those. It’s called weed. But I don’t like me high. It’s like all the twitchiness from when I was a rat just comes right back. Makes me want to find a corner or doorframe to knaw on find a pile of wood chips to burrow in or something. Either way not good.
Maybe a little meditation will help. Clear my mind or something. I laugh slightly at the thought. That’ll be a task. I think it’s standing room only up there nowadays. Figuring it’s worth a try anyway I clear my things away and close the drapes with a wave of my hand. For some reason, the dark is very calming to me. Which if I had any sense, it would probably scare the shit out of me. What with all the big nasties that I know for a fact lurk in the shadows. Vamps and demons and werewolves and…. /Clear the mind, Amy, clear. As in empty./
Doing the best I can to push thoughts out of my head, I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. With my damn luck, I’ll fall asleep, keel over and hit my head on something.
Wondering how well Nerd Boy and Co. are fairing in their investigation. Apparently not to well if no more info or questions have trickled my way by now. It would probably be a good idea for me to give them a call later or stop by the Blue Moon or something to do a bit of digging of my own.
Still haven’t really talked to Vanessa. Even though all things considered, I should be doing some major ass kissing to assure my status in the coven. But like I said, that woman just gives off vibes like she always knows something you don’t want her to know. And those are the kind of vibes that makes you do stupid shit. The kind that just make you want to confess everything, and most likely in the process giving her way more information than she had in the first damn place. Since the only thing she probably knew before you opened your big mouth was something as incriminating as you left wet towels on the bathroom floor again or made a mess in the kitchen and didn’t clean it up. And at present, there is too much shit Amy wants to keep to herself.
Letting the head of a murderous coven know I may have accidentally let someone in on the inner workings of a very sweet deal she’s cut with a darker power or two? Not a very nice option. So that’s that and I’m keeping to myself.
Maybe I need to come up with a simple spell or two to calm my ass down or something. Oh wait; there already is one of those. It’s called weed. But I don’t like me high. It’s like all the twitchiness from when I was a rat just comes right back. Makes me want to find a corner or doorframe to knaw on find a pile of wood chips to burrow in or something. Either way not good.
Maybe a little meditation will help. Clear my mind or something. I laugh slightly at the thought. That’ll be a task. I think it’s standing room only up there nowadays. Figuring it’s worth a try anyway I clear my things away and close the drapes with a wave of my hand. For some reason, the dark is very calming to me. Which if I had any sense, it would probably scare the shit out of me. What with all the big nasties that I know for a fact lurk in the shadows. Vamps and demons and werewolves and…. /Clear the mind, Amy, clear. As in empty./
Doing the best I can to push thoughts out of my head, I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. With my damn luck, I’ll fall asleep, keel over and hit my head on something.