hey there y'all
Sep. 18th, 2017 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
szarabasjka things are a mesws, I'm tired, I'm bored and I've been working like a dog...
I love my life.
R is fine, even if we had to... like not see each other for over a week again (seriously, is this what adult relationships are like?)
I'm still hunting for a place that kind sark my interest.
and of course every day on the train I have this small thing kicking the back of my seat, "are you done? are you done? are you gonna update? are you gonna write again?" it is kinda freaky when I have the urge to turn artound and snap at it to cut it off or i'll delete every file on the tablet....
but I'm sorry I've been not writing so stories/fics/drabbles are on hold for a bit longer.
pretty much that.. life is fine, for once, even if I'm not where I was supposed to be, even if I'm not how I was supposed to be and even if I survived yet another year without him. it took a lot of effort to do things like usual this month.
some say Always, Some say Okay, Some say Forever, I'd be forever Sorrow. becvause in Spetember Sorrow means so much more.
<i>"Sweet Merry Doll" he greeted with a dismissive smile. "I've seen teh BlackEagle fight, a sweet merry doll like you cannot order me around, go back and tell your mistress I'll only deal with someone born on a noble cradle." the lady, almost half a foot shorter moved closer after jumping down her horse, her banner still high in the hands of her esquire.
"sweet you call me, thought I'm not, nor I'm merry... and Doll?" her eyes ablaze with blottled fury and power and her face as cold and hard as stone. " I am no doll unless Dolls have claws and fangs and fire..." the man backed away scared of the fierce creature in front of him, and the clothe that seemed flames on her hair that the wind was waving aroud. She smiled; her sword already out of the sheet. "you will respect Irina Borkbal, from the Crown House of the dessrts of fire, or I'll have you fearing her."
the knights snickered as she went back and in one fast jump was on her stallion. "show me the way... My Lord, for your Queen is waiting for me."
the man looked startled to the small group, the simple braid tied with rbbons like fire and the plain clothes, even if in vivid colors. "Lady Borkbal..." the man said with a bow. "Owen Teagan will have you in LIlly's Meadows, The Queen and the King cannot offer you their palace so your uncle cannot claim they're interfeering in your nation's politics or call you a traitor or a prisoner; She sends her apology..."
"Okay, show me the way to this... Teagan man's home..."</i>
I love my life.
R is fine, even if we had to... like not see each other for over a week again (seriously, is this what adult relationships are like?)
I'm still hunting for a place that kind sark my interest.
and of course every day on the train I have this small thing kicking the back of my seat, "are you done? are you done? are you gonna update? are you gonna write again?" it is kinda freaky when I have the urge to turn artound and snap at it to cut it off or i'll delete every file on the tablet....
but I'm sorry I've been not writing so stories/fics/drabbles are on hold for a bit longer.
pretty much that.. life is fine, for once, even if I'm not where I was supposed to be, even if I'm not how I was supposed to be and even if I survived yet another year without him. it took a lot of effort to do things like usual this month.
some say Always, Some say Okay, Some say Forever, I'd be forever Sorrow. becvause in Spetember Sorrow means so much more.
<i>"Sweet Merry Doll" he greeted with a dismissive smile. "I've seen teh BlackEagle fight, a sweet merry doll like you cannot order me around, go back and tell your mistress I'll only deal with someone born on a noble cradle." the lady, almost half a foot shorter moved closer after jumping down her horse, her banner still high in the hands of her esquire.
"sweet you call me, thought I'm not, nor I'm merry... and Doll?" her eyes ablaze with blottled fury and power and her face as cold and hard as stone. " I am no doll unless Dolls have claws and fangs and fire..." the man backed away scared of the fierce creature in front of him, and the clothe that seemed flames on her hair that the wind was waving aroud. She smiled; her sword already out of the sheet. "you will respect Irina Borkbal, from the Crown House of the dessrts of fire, or I'll have you fearing her."
the knights snickered as she went back and in one fast jump was on her stallion. "show me the way... My Lord, for your Queen is waiting for me."
the man looked startled to the small group, the simple braid tied with rbbons like fire and the plain clothes, even if in vivid colors. "Lady Borkbal..." the man said with a bow. "Owen Teagan will have you in LIlly's Meadows, The Queen and the King cannot offer you their palace so your uncle cannot claim they're interfeering in your nation's politics or call you a traitor or a prisoner; She sends her apology..."
"Okay, show me the way to this... Teagan man's home..."</i>
