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Cleaning up small messes
Saturday, 22 March 2014 23:00Sitting around, talking about feelings with the woman I’m leaving. I didn’t frenzy, at least. The drugs helped.
I slept there; I didn’t have any nephandic night terrors. Just plain old nightmares about flux. When did that become a good thing? I checked around, too, and found I had some new messages. Apparently there’s a new kin in the city; I arranged to meet with her tomorrow.
We headed out in the morning to buy some stuff for me to wear that aren’t random castoffs from other people. Maybe it was her way of coming to terms with how things are. I don’t know. I took the opportunity to get some more fabric (we’re going to need it) and some good paper. I got a ride to the woods and we parted. I wonder if she’s going to make it back home. I can tell she’s a wreck inside. Nova never was good at keeping her feelings hidden.
( Topsy stops by the caern )
I started thinking about Nova, running through what she was probably doing. I didn’t like any of the thoughts. She stayed around for over a year, hoping I’d come back. I come back, and we have to stop being together like that. It probably is eating her from the inside like it does me. Or worse. Someone needs to talk to her, I decided, but it can’t be me because she’ll just bottle it up agian. And there isn’t a lot of good options.
( People in the caern; Apologies from Charlene, and apologies to Esther )
When I got back to the lake with the stuff, I tried on some of the new things again, and dedicated a few of the things that fit better, and don’t look like they’ll fall apart. Might as well look nice for the new kin tomorrow, right? I meant to get chores done, or do some sewing, or start using that paper, but the last two days caught up on me fast, and I think I’m just going to maqi and then sleep outside.
I slept there; I didn’t have any nephandic night terrors. Just plain old nightmares about flux. When did that become a good thing? I checked around, too, and found I had some new messages. Apparently there’s a new kin in the city; I arranged to meet with her tomorrow.
We headed out in the morning to buy some stuff for me to wear that aren’t random castoffs from other people. Maybe it was her way of coming to terms with how things are. I don’t know. I took the opportunity to get some more fabric (we’re going to need it) and some good paper. I got a ride to the woods and we parted. I wonder if she’s going to make it back home. I can tell she’s a wreck inside. Nova never was good at keeping her feelings hidden.
( Topsy stops by the caern )
I started thinking about Nova, running through what she was probably doing. I didn’t like any of the thoughts. She stayed around for over a year, hoping I’d come back. I come back, and we have to stop being together like that. It probably is eating her from the inside like it does me. Or worse. Someone needs to talk to her, I decided, but it can’t be me because she’ll just bottle it up agian. And there isn’t a lot of good options.
( People in the caern; Apologies from Charlene, and apologies to Esther )
When I got back to the lake with the stuff, I tried on some of the new things again, and dedicated a few of the things that fit better, and don’t look like they’ll fall apart. Might as well look nice for the new kin tomorrow, right? I meant to get chores done, or do some sewing, or start using that paper, but the last two days caught up on me fast, and I think I’m just going to maqi and then sleep outside.
