Birthday: September 25th, old lady date
Time Zone: Mountain
The time and date: 9/1/14 7:30am
Last thing I googled was: Namie Amuro’s “The Meaning of Us”
First thing that comes to mind: Right now “The Real Thing” by FEMM is stuck in my head so… that.
One place that makes me happy and why: Long, Hot Showers for obvious reasons.
How many blankets I sleep under: One in Summer, three in Winter. My foot always sticking out one side.
Favorite beverage: Coconut Water
The last movie I saw at the theatre was: Guardians of the Galaxy
3 things I can’t live without: The Internet, Music, People who don’t mind my personality.
Something I plan on learning: Korean, Russian,
Some advice for my followers: Learn to be honest without being a dick about it, people always seem to think those two things can’t be separated. Tell people that you care about them, that you love them, and that you miss them, and that you appreciate them, EVEN if it makes them uncomfortable. Get it out now, so they know later.
Losing myself everyday.
I can’t let go.
He found me.
Since then, I lost myself
My heart won’t let go
I want to see you. It’s so painful.
Music flowed through the air of the large space as Xhav came through the door. The sounds of the piano hung melancholy and his ears twitched, turning and listening to the minor cords being played. He thought he knew the song, it was one of loss and loneliness, usually played on a stringed instrument while a bard wove the tale it accompanied.
But today it was played alone, no words to give weight to the notes but oddly enough, unneeded by the woman at the piano.
X’havir approached the bench from behind and looked at the woman’s head bent over the keys, her red hair a loose curtain around her shoulders. She played carefully as someone learning typically did but the feeling in the notes was heavy. He waited and soon the song finished, the final notes lingering gently as she lifted her fingers and sighed.
"Armi…" He spoke her name gently so as not to startle her, he had been a horrible friend recently, him avoiding and her hiding meant he hadn’t spoken to her except in passing the night of that strange potions thing.
And she had almost died and he couldn’t bear to visit, seeing her face..he was a coward.
She looked up surprised, turning her head and she smiled at him in a way that didn’t reach her eyes. “Havir! You surprised me.” She turned on the bench to face him, fingers trailing lightly over the keys. “I was practicing.”
He sat beside her on the bench, curling his tail around himself. “Sad song to practice.”
Her eyes looked back at the keys. “I haven’t..I mean, I wanted to try it. I’ve only done it on guitar before.” She looked so unhappy; sadness and longing and everything else evident in that one sentence.
He put an arm around her waist and hugged her close, turning his head to kiss her temple.
"I’m sorry…" He murmured and she looked at him in surprise.
"Why are you sorry Havir?" Her cheeks flushed slightly, he assumed from the kiss but his apology distracted her and she didn’t run away. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
He smiled at her then, genuinely and wiggled his ears for her. “Nevermind. Would you play for me again? Something relaxing and sweet?”
This time her smile was real, mimicking his own. “Of course!”
((I have a pile in my askbox, I haven’t forgotten them. They are coming.))
This is perf,
When you need to stop an asteroid, you get Superman. When you need to solve a mystery, you call Batman. But when you need to end a war, you get Wonder Woman.
Gail Simone, Wonder Woman: The Circle
You know the “Draw your favourite character in the clothes you wore today” thing?
How about Draw your Final Fantasy XIV Character wearing the clothes you wore today?
Oh God I’m so tempted to do this.