01-04-2019, 11:59 PM
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The medic never asked for help; others came to her with their ailments, and she fixed all their wounds the best she could. But she never asked them for help. Rosemary kept them all at a distance – she cared for everyone in each group she belonged to, but she hated the coldness of her own expression and their reception to her. Even her own family forgot and replaced her. Perhaps Rosemary saw a kindred spirit in Jiyu; how the vizier took on every task, no matter how dangerous, with no complaints.
So she waited, by the lake with her little wrapped box, staring out into the water. She heard the water’s call in every drip-drop from the stalactites; it roared louder than any scream. But it felt wrong, without the salt wind in her eyes. Her forked tail flicked as she started to plan her next outing to the sea –
And Jiyu appeared, dead-eyed and ignoring the pain in her spine Rosemary knew lingered there. And there she went again; selfishly thinking of the easiest to run away to solve her own problems, when someone relied on her. Even if she damn well knew that the vizier would demand Rosemary to leave for the ocean at once, if she knew. Rosemary couldn’t tell Jiyu that, obviously, knowing the older woman’s character.
“It’s no trouble at all, I like looking out across the lake,” Rosemary remarked, nudging her box towards the savannah. She saw traces of Jiyu’s waring mind in the woman’s cloudy aura. The smaller eyes atop her head narrowed, trying to focus in on the flashes. “You’re good at planning social events – and everything else you’ve organized,” she added, ear flicking as a loud cheer came from the direction of the party. Loud and far too many people; Rosemary never managed to stay comfortable in that kind of environment. Yet, it wouldn’t seem right to give Jiyu a gift with so many people around – even without her social anxiety.
“I noticed some of the items you kept around… when I visited your home. I hope I didn’t get anything you won't use,” Rosemary added, finding it somewhat… necessary, to explain her choices for the woman’s presents. Snowman wrapping paper aside, she thought the contents would at least appeal to Jiyu’s tastes.
[ rosemary got soft and oil pastels, as well as a few fresh canvases! ]
So she waited, by the lake with her little wrapped box, staring out into the water. She heard the water’s call in every drip-drop from the stalactites; it roared louder than any scream. But it felt wrong, without the salt wind in her eyes. Her forked tail flicked as she started to plan her next outing to the sea –
And Jiyu appeared, dead-eyed and ignoring the pain in her spine Rosemary knew lingered there. And there she went again; selfishly thinking of the easiest to run away to solve her own problems, when someone relied on her. Even if she damn well knew that the vizier would demand Rosemary to leave for the ocean at once, if she knew. Rosemary couldn’t tell Jiyu that, obviously, knowing the older woman’s character.
“It’s no trouble at all, I like looking out across the lake,” Rosemary remarked, nudging her box towards the savannah. She saw traces of Jiyu’s waring mind in the woman’s cloudy aura. The smaller eyes atop her head narrowed, trying to focus in on the flashes. “You’re good at planning social events – and everything else you’ve organized,” she added, ear flicking as a loud cheer came from the direction of the party. Loud and far too many people; Rosemary never managed to stay comfortable in that kind of environment. Yet, it wouldn’t seem right to give Jiyu a gift with so many people around – even without her social anxiety.
“I noticed some of the items you kept around… when I visited your home. I hope I didn’t get anything you won't use,” Rosemary added, finding it somewhat… necessary, to explain her choices for the woman’s presents. Snowman wrapping paper aside, she thought the contents would at least appeal to Jiyu’s tastes.
[ rosemary got soft and oil pastels, as well as a few fresh canvases! ]
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?