LJI season10: Are ye serious?
"Fuck ye." There was a tambor in me voice I weren't to be likin, but I almost weren't carin'.
~You say what?" Tyraelia, a goddess that sometimes were manifestin in the world where I be at today, were not happy.
"Fuck ye." I weren't movin. "I struggled-an' only ye know how much-to be here, to be alive, an' ye tell me I gotta work with a tontin bitch who don' seem to give two shits whether I do or don't out there? May's well've givin me to a tonton!" I were pretty sure the Star Wars reference were gunna be lost on her, but, again, that almost not carin bit.
***
She blinked, Her owl's eyes had gone distant as he suddenly went back to then.
She was now in his mind, reliving the horrible, terrible struggle from the snowstorm that had happened nearly a dozen years ago now-and he still had nightmares from it.
He saw his struggle to land at Sharia's feet-the worry, and a completely *different* struggle in his Chosen's eyes and heart, the struggle to not succumb to the horrible death that such as he would face-and the possibility of not being able to come back again, as some of hers did and would.
The struggle to breathe, to remain awake, to live.
The enduring of the pain as they rubbed his limbs down with luke warm water-and the swelling that occurred with such things. The frostbite-she'd nearly forgotten that he had been nearly frostbitten from the experience-and the girl whom he was to work with's cruelty came to her than, and she realized her error.
The tears he cried, and the reaching for his Brother as he finally realized he would live-truly live.
She would put him in a different, needless, struggle if she left him alone with the Firetree-the one who had promised never to do that again, and whose promises prooved false. Even her sister, the Rowan of Fire would not work with the Firetree-so cruel had she been of late.
In his case the 'struggle to feel alive' was much more than just a feeling-it had been truth, a fact. A truefact that was mocked, or so he said, bvy the one he would work with-and she was to put the both of them in Seattle. Which was nearly on being frozen this time of year-almost unseasonably so.
She leaned back on her hands, her own eyes distant now. But with thoughts and plans, not with what seemed to be in her agent's eyes-fear, fear and knowing-the knowing of what was out there for them-and for him.
***
~Take Shadowfire and the Brown with you along with that one. If she taunts you, they can send her to me-directly.~
I jus about cried wi'relief. The struggle=-tha' seemin never-endin' struggle to remain-and feel-alive weren't to be lost on her today. Those two-they were the ones mah instincts wanted in the firs' damn place, an' to be havin'em there...there weren't no words for the immense relief that were in me right now, and I weren't sure there ever would be.
Entry for week 1 of therealljidol Enjoy!
~You say what?" Tyraelia, a goddess that sometimes were manifestin in the world where I be at today, were not happy.
"Fuck ye." I weren't movin. "I struggled-an' only ye know how much-to be here, to be alive, an' ye tell me I gotta work with a tontin bitch who don' seem to give two shits whether I do or don't out there? May's well've givin me to a tonton!" I were pretty sure the Star Wars reference were gunna be lost on her, but, again, that almost not carin bit.
***
She blinked, Her owl's eyes had gone distant as he suddenly went back to then.
She was now in his mind, reliving the horrible, terrible struggle from the snowstorm that had happened nearly a dozen years ago now-and he still had nightmares from it.
He saw his struggle to land at Sharia's feet-the worry, and a completely *different* struggle in his Chosen's eyes and heart, the struggle to not succumb to the horrible death that such as he would face-and the possibility of not being able to come back again, as some of hers did and would.
The struggle to breathe, to remain awake, to live.
The enduring of the pain as they rubbed his limbs down with luke warm water-and the swelling that occurred with such things. The frostbite-she'd nearly forgotten that he had been nearly frostbitten from the experience-and the girl whom he was to work with's cruelty came to her than, and she realized her error.
The tears he cried, and the reaching for his Brother as he finally realized he would live-truly live.
She would put him in a different, needless, struggle if she left him alone with the Firetree-the one who had promised never to do that again, and whose promises prooved false. Even her sister, the Rowan of Fire would not work with the Firetree-so cruel had she been of late.
In his case the 'struggle to feel alive' was much more than just a feeling-it had been truth, a fact. A truefact that was mocked, or so he said, bvy the one he would work with-and she was to put the both of them in Seattle. Which was nearly on being frozen this time of year-almost unseasonably so.
She leaned back on her hands, her own eyes distant now. But with thoughts and plans, not with what seemed to be in her agent's eyes-fear, fear and knowing-the knowing of what was out there for them-and for him.
***
~Take Shadowfire and the Brown with you along with that one. If she taunts you, they can send her to me-directly.~
I jus about cried wi'relief. The struggle=-tha' seemin never-endin' struggle to remain-and feel-alive weren't to be lost on her today. Those two-they were the ones mah instincts wanted in the firs' damn place, an' to be havin'em there...there weren't no words for the immense relief that were in me right now, and I weren't sure there ever would be.
Entry for week 1 of therealljidol Enjoy!