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scatters super-secret-extra-health-giving-chocolates evrywhere
scatters super-secret-extra-health-giving-chocolates evrywhere
*waves as draggy comes in bearing even more meds and stuff*
Not gonna be here long...dizzy spells and shaky typing skills.
But thank you for checking on me...
*Covers mouth, coughs*
She sighs as she walks in the Den, having a busy day. She saw the tissues around, the little pieces of choklate, and other cold remedies scattered around, and nodded. She would fix something up-- perhaps a bit of chicken noodle soup, some of the tea Draggy left, and other things.
She picked the things up, putting them in one big basket, labeled, Sick Days, and placed in by a nearby pillow, then busied herself cleaning and disinfecting the place as much as she could. She wiped the floors while the food was cooking, and once everything was done, she wiped sweat off her brow, biting her lip and nodding at her accomplishment, and wiped her hands, before walking towards her room with the door open.
A Note? For me?
She read it silently to herself, and bite her lip in anticipation, nodding. She would craft up a reply to all her threads, plus his note, as she walked into her room, leaving the door open for visitors.
The journal is closed and put away. The threads that I had ideas for are finished. Tamika is being difficult because she is a horny slut! I will work on her sometime tomorrow I think, when my brain has had more rest and every word doesn't feel like a lie...or like i am trying to craft a response instead of letting the muse ride me as she wants.
I relax then, in the silence of my Den and allow my mind to wander. Eventually, my eyes drift shut. Sleep. The healer of broken hearts and ravaged brains. Sleep. The thing that keeps us men...and NOT raving beasts.
Eyes pop open as I debate that thought. I snatch my notebook up and jot down a sentence to be remembered upon awakening.
Love in a dream is still love~and makes fools of mortals. Desire is the puppet master. Dream? He is the stage, the setting, the audience.
I wonder? Could i do a thread of the Endless?
Oh. My. God. I would love, love, love a Sandman-inspired thread!!!! Even if I only got to read it.....I love that series, the entire thing....
Wanders into my den and flops down onto a near by cushion. Serious debate concerning posting today...not sure my brain could take it. Just finally starting to feel better. Maybe tomorrow evening, while I am at work.
A wide grin, eyes closed in silent bliss. This is home for me...and the people that mean something to me? They know it. I don't NEED anything else. This is home and it is good. Brain drifts to Count Zero by William Gibson...am only missing 3 books and i will have everything he has written. Happy grin that fades, like a time lapse photo...
Soon, I will be ok, more than ok, great. Maybe....
Sunrise or sunset
are just those times dividing
endings, beginnings.
I have all of them, including the two graphic novels that center around Death...*happy sigh* The problem is I don't know how many other people would be as into it as i am...
*le sigh*
Oh. My. God. I would love, love, love a Sandman-inspired thread!!!! Even if I only got to read it.....I love that series, the entire thing....
*pats his lap for the bunny, as well as for the Neko who he knows is floating around somewhere*
*after getting something to nibble, crawls into Raven's lap and closes eyes*
*massages, and wraps up in a blanket*
*smiles and snuggles up into a fuzz ball