She hasn't been around much -- blame her typist -- but she's back, now, hopefully to be active for good, and has stationed herself on the floor of a room somewhere, playing with Raoul -- he's ten months old now, of all things, and already extremely curious. At some point, he'll reach for her mug of cocoa and she'll scold him, causing Nimitz (who is ( Read more... )

Honor can be found on a couch in the mansion, a mug of cocoa (which is not coffee) on the table next to her and a Nimitz curled up alongside her. She isn't doing much of anything, just sitting there and enjoying herself, and she certainly wouldn't mind company.

It's been a year already. Time certainly does fly.

Paul? I love you more than should be possible and then more than that.

She won't notice, at first, if anyone arrives in the room. She's been awake for an hour or so, after a brief nap, and she still can't take her eyes off of the child in her arms. She's sent Miranda away, to announce the birth, to tell those dear to her where she may be found, but for now, she sits in the large chair, Nimitz on the back of it, and ( Read more... )

*is existing, as Honors do, curled on a couch with Nimitz at her side, a mug of cocoa on a sidetable and a book on naval history in her hand, though it is one with which she is familiar enough that she is not so much reading it as reciting it to herself, and, therefore, she is free to be interupted.*

Honor sat on one of the couches. Nimitz was somewhere nearby, of course. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. It was difficult, being able to sense his mindglow. Especially -- she shook her head. Now was not the time to be thinking of that. Of course, Murphy's Law will prevail and typists situations have a way of forcing you to think of all ( Read more... )

Well. Happy birthday, Alistair.

I hopt it has been a good one so far, and will continue to be a good one.

*typist hijacks ( Read more... )

( Plztobeignoringthis,kthx )

... Peeps. Great. Just what I need.

It's okay, though. I ...

I had three things I wanted, more than anything else. Three things I never thought I'd get.

And now? Now I'll have them.

I never thought to even hope ...

Typist: Yep. Proposal. Which was the wonkiest proposal I've ever seen. I'll edit the log eventually.