happy pre-mother's day
May. 9th, 2009 11:01 amThat's happy pre-mother's day to anyone who has any kind of "kid" at all, whether two or four legs (or six or eight if you're into those creepy critters), whether by birth, adoption or profession. And not to forget those who are just the "mom" type. ^____^
I have a training class to go to tomorrow, so I may or may not post anything then. (>)_(>)
In the meantime, more thoughtful Banshee. Sort of. ^_____^
I’m crocheting today, for a change. Making some roundish pieces from scraps that will eventually turn into a blanket. It took me a while, after Julie, to feel like picking up a hook, but one day it happened almost automatically. I wanted to do something more portable – most of my large knitting pieces are done all in one piece because I don’t care much for sewing the pieces together, so they tend to get kind of unwieldy after only a couple of days. Somehow, the sewing for the crocheted pieces doesn’t bother me as much. And yeah, I do think of Julie. It’s not…well, it’s not okay, exactly; she still fucked me over royally, but I guess with time and the blurring of memory, and with knowing what her life was like with that monster, I can kind of understand how she could just… step outside of reality in a really bad way. It doesn’t make what she did right, in any way, shape or form, but… This probably sounds totally drama-queeny, but in the grand scheme of life… better me than some poor Human kid, I guess. You know? I don’t tell Heero that of course, because he gets all tense and growly even thinking about that time, and then he gets kind of over-protective for a while. Better to just keep it to myself for a while longer.
It occurred to me this morning that I also needed to come up with some more earth for Ctik. All he has is the small bag that he carries with him and that’s not near enough for comfort. I read up on vampires last night; there are a lot of books, but they all seem to have different information. They’re all written by Humans, though, so that’s probably why. I’m beginning to wonder if all the books about all Magical Creatures are written by Humans. That would certainly account for some of the weird ideas out there.
“So…” I began out of the blue. “If I wanted to find the particular spot that Ctik’s earth comes from, how would I do that?” Zuma rolled over onto his back and contemplated the ceiling.
“I’m… not really sure. I don’t recall ever hearing anything about it. I know vampires can always find their original resting place, but I’m not sure that anyone else can.” He sat up and regarded me thoughtfully. “I am still just amazed that you found a friendly vampire. How do you do it?”
I shrugged. “Damned if I know. He just seems like a pretty decent guy. You want to meet him tonight? He’s very… I don’t know… old world?” I snorted at myself. Of course he’s ‘old world’; he’s from Eastern Europe!
“Oh, sure! I’d love to meet a nice one. The only vampire I’ve ever met was one who visited the resort when I was young. She was a stone bitch,” he muttered. “She patted me on the head like I was some domestic pet.”
“Well, that was rude!”
“I don’t think she was a very old vamp. She kind of had that play-acting air about her.” He sat up, resting his chin on his fist. “I’m sure Q would know how to find earth. Heero might know, as well. He’s tracked a few of the revenant vamps.”
I’d forgotten that. Was that why he was so smirky about me handling this? I was getting vampire experience without the danger? I hope he wasn’t thinking that, because there might have to be some words exchanged.
I have a training class to go to tomorrow, so I may or may not post anything then. (>)_(>)
In the meantime, more thoughtful Banshee. Sort of. ^_____^
I’m crocheting today, for a change. Making some roundish pieces from scraps that will eventually turn into a blanket. It took me a while, after Julie, to feel like picking up a hook, but one day it happened almost automatically. I wanted to do something more portable – most of my large knitting pieces are done all in one piece because I don’t care much for sewing the pieces together, so they tend to get kind of unwieldy after only a couple of days. Somehow, the sewing for the crocheted pieces doesn’t bother me as much. And yeah, I do think of Julie. It’s not…well, it’s not okay, exactly; she still fucked me over royally, but I guess with time and the blurring of memory, and with knowing what her life was like with that monster, I can kind of understand how she could just… step outside of reality in a really bad way. It doesn’t make what she did right, in any way, shape or form, but… This probably sounds totally drama-queeny, but in the grand scheme of life… better me than some poor Human kid, I guess. You know? I don’t tell Heero that of course, because he gets all tense and growly even thinking about that time, and then he gets kind of over-protective for a while. Better to just keep it to myself for a while longer.
It occurred to me this morning that I also needed to come up with some more earth for Ctik. All he has is the small bag that he carries with him and that’s not near enough for comfort. I read up on vampires last night; there are a lot of books, but they all seem to have different information. They’re all written by Humans, though, so that’s probably why. I’m beginning to wonder if all the books about all Magical Creatures are written by Humans. That would certainly account for some of the weird ideas out there.
“So…” I began out of the blue. “If I wanted to find the particular spot that Ctik’s earth comes from, how would I do that?” Zuma rolled over onto his back and contemplated the ceiling.
“I’m… not really sure. I don’t recall ever hearing anything about it. I know vampires can always find their original resting place, but I’m not sure that anyone else can.” He sat up and regarded me thoughtfully. “I am still just amazed that you found a friendly vampire. How do you do it?”
I shrugged. “Damned if I know. He just seems like a pretty decent guy. You want to meet him tonight? He’s very… I don’t know… old world?” I snorted at myself. Of course he’s ‘old world’; he’s from Eastern Europe!
“Oh, sure! I’d love to meet a nice one. The only vampire I’ve ever met was one who visited the resort when I was young. She was a stone bitch,” he muttered. “She patted me on the head like I was some domestic pet.”
“Well, that was rude!”
“I don’t think she was a very old vamp. She kind of had that play-acting air about her.” He sat up, resting his chin on his fist. “I’m sure Q would know how to find earth. Heero might know, as well. He’s tracked a few of the revenant vamps.”
I’d forgotten that. Was that why he was so smirky about me handling this? I was getting vampire experience without the danger? I hope he wasn’t thinking that, because there might have to be some words exchanged.
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Date: 2009-05-09 06:29 pm (UTC)Glad you're continuing this interaction with Zuma. They interact so well just as friends. Are they going to search for Ctik's earth together? That would be fun. They could get into twice as much trouble.
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Date: 2009-05-10 03:55 am (UTC)They still have to figure out how to find it. ^___^ It wasn't part of the usual training. *snicker*
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Date: 2009-05-09 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-10 03:52 am (UTC)He's a pragmatic sort and he's not going to let some bad memories stop him from doing something he enjoys. ^___~
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Date: 2009-05-10 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-10 03:50 am (UTC)Oh, yeah. O.o Now you've got me wondering if there's a VampsMart at the local magical mall, or if those are only in the big cities.... O_o
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Date: 2009-05-10 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 01:56 am (UTC)Complications? HA!
*snicker*
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Date: 2009-05-10 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 02:00 am (UTC)^______^