I Always Say I Love You When I Mean Turn Out The Light

[masterofmidgets]

Wow, but I've been emo this week! And last week as well! Poor Al, our IM conversations for the past 10 days or so have more or less been me crying and her trying to keep me from having a complete nervous breakdown. But I got through most of the classwork I was struggling with, I ordered my ticket home for spring break and my mom may actually not be lame and pay me back, we'll see, I finally got some sleep and took an evening off to read Superman/Batman porn, and now I am feeling much better.

On the downside, I think my bike got stolen? Or possibly I parked it somewhere dumb and just haven't remembered where, which seems probable since I've been like the walking dead all week, but I think I would have seen it by now. So yeah, someone probably stole it. Why someone would /want/ my bike, which is ugly and beat up and doesn't have a functioning gear shift, I don't know. I also don't know how to go about getting it back...and I do want it back, ugly and useless as it is. I mean, where else would I find such a reliable means of making an idiot of myself? There is also the small matter of classes which are inconveniently far away and which I have no desire to walk to. I guess the goal for the weekend will be to figure out if there is anything I can do about my bike now, or if I should resign myself to being bikeless. Worse things have happened, I suppose.

My Witch Hunts class is corrupting me; I had a bunny earlier this week for an FFVII!AU where Cloud is being burned as a witch and gets saved by Zack. I'm not sure, it's kind of cracked out, but I really want to write it.

There was a stranger at the festival this year. 

It shouldn't have been so surprising, really. The Neibelheim Fire Festival was the largest in the mountains, and especially in the leaner years, when the tiniest villages could little afford a feast after the long winter, it drew a fair number of unfamiliar faces to fill the ranks at the tables or the dances. 

But this man, he was...different, somehow, and it rankled Cloud that he wasn't quite sure what made him so, when he could feel the difference in his bones. It was the same sense that told him when an avalanche was impending, or when a wolf was about to leap from the trees for his throat; it screamed of strength, of power, but mostly of danger. 

He was leaning against a tree, at the edge of the clearing where the forest started, and the dim flicker of the bonfires lent an unearthly quality to his pale features and the graceful fall of silver hair, made already unnaturally bright green eyes seem to glow from within, and it was perhaps this that made a shiver run down Cloud's spine.

Or perhaps it was that this stranger, for all his extraordinary appearance, had attracted no one else's attention;  it was almost enough to make Cloud believe he was the only one who could see him, that he was a specter created for Cloud's eyes alone.

 I'm kind of psyched about writing this now...

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[telyanofcelore.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear... bike /again/? And really, I think I was kind of emo for the entire month of January, so you feeling whiny for ten days during midterm really doesn't bother me at all. Besides, it means that I get to be whiny back when I really can't be whiny to anyone here! I'm glad you'll be back soon - can't wait to see you!