Terra

TwoThree short pieces of writing, because if I don't post them this piece of note book paper they scribbled on will soon be lost forever...

All three are really short, and all are PG (Maybe PG-13), and none are shippy.

The first is directly related to this piece of art and is...90% original.

She must have been a beautiful girl. She still had the beauty of something fragile and old. An old carousel that had been abandoned for year, it's colors fading and it's painting chipping away, still and quiet and empty in the absence of children. The gold in her hair has seeped away over time, leaving her too young face surrounded by white, wispy curls. Her skin looked fragile, translucent, the only color the webbing of veins gently pulsing under her skin. Her eyes seemed colorless, just reflecting the low, indistinguishable gray clouds above them. She was dressed in the same gray, high necked and long sleeved. Someone had no doubt picked the color to match her eyes, but in the cold fog, it served only to make her vanish, fade like the ghost of who she'd been. Her husband lead her along as neatly as if she'd worn a leash and collar. She no longer wander, not her feet, not her eyes, not her thoughts. She just followed, quiet, soft. He didn't even recognize her. She slipped from his mind as soon as he passed. It wasn't until he was home that the little tautness in the back of his mind slipped into place. That those gray eyes found their place in his memory. He thought it might break his heart.

And this is Sirius Black centric little bit of plot, brought about by listening to R.E.M.'s "Losing my Religion" too much.

( I thought that I heard you laughing, I thought that I heard you sing )

And while were on Sirius Black angst, I'll just leave this here:

( I've said too much, I haven't said enough )

Lovely table made, fittingly, by the lovely table_chan ♥

The crab and egg quiche I ate is not sitting well. And given those ingredients, I'm a bit worried.

I'm on book 3 of the Dark Tower, and I officially love Eddie. And also, Jake. I wanna like...take care of him. I am, in general, super enjoying it. The first book was...blah, but now I'm past it I am like \o/

SOMEONE IN THIS LAB HAS A COW KEYCHAIN IT JUST WENT OFF. It's super not mine cause it's at home.

I often wonder about computer labs. Who in here is writing/reading fan fiction? Posting to their LJ? Doing something that we should be bonding (or bitch fighting) over. I'd love to see two people wanking all over each other in some comm turn around and realize the person they'd just posts a string on insults two...is sitting right behind them.

I started doing new sheets of Chibi's for buttons/sticker at fae X and I'm pretty much in love with all of them thus far. Except the two Chii's. Fluffy lolita does not fit my chibi blob style.

I also have sucked balls at writing, but have been enjoying doing it anyway (In RPs and my little notebook of fanfiction that no one will ever read) I was rereading a bit from a writing prompt from Stephen King and think I might finish it, but it has no way not to end sad.

AND I get to watch my first new episode of Supernatural tomorrow in....5 years I guess. (Two episodes shy of 5 years exactly. actually.)