Oranges.
A fruit that is supposedly good for ones body, yet the fruit, in my opinion is a right pain in the backside. It is tedious to peel, just to eat the thing. Then, once you start peeling away, sometimes its juice sprays out and squirts you in the eye. How can something that is supposed to be so good for you be so problematic?
I feel a change in the air, though I have said little about it. Oranges do as oranges do. It shall be interesting to see how the wind blows and knocks the oranges around. Wind can be quite harsh, you know? I have seen it destroy crops and beautiful fields in my days.
Do you think I have forgotten how your godforsaken sting feels? I have not. You are lucky that the one person who is holding me back is doing so. I suggest you keep your 'helpful' orange elements to yourself from here on out. For the night they no longer possess the power to do such a thing, we know how this tale will end. It shall be interesting to see what might happen when a bullet pierces an orange. I told you what would happen. Orange juice is to be made.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
I have had many surprises lately. The first was the night I was able to take the form of an animal. It seems what I wanted and what my mind thought I should get were two different things. Oh, I most certainly am a bird, but a.white raven? Who has ever seen a white raven? It is simply preposterous.
I realize that what I write may seem vain, but it is quite the opposite. Since I do not believe these creatures to be common, I am fearful it may cause me more problems than anything. Unwanted attention, if you will.
Then, the other surprising thing. About a week or two ago, I had intended on throwing Shamus out of our bed, because I find his silence lately...annoying and disturbing, but somehow I managed to throw him not only out of the bed, but out of the window and to the other side of the city. The humans must be eating something with copious amounts of protean lately.
Next, my sire. Her marriage with my childe is over and finally, I think the two have moved on. She was bested by him in a cheap attempt at a duel, but barely. I hope they are through squabbling now, not that it matters. I have lost all desire to care what is to happen to Noble. Time is something I dislike wasting and once again, I have wasted much, even by just reading and not commenting. I often have half a mind to consistently see that name burned into the ground by myself. But I love my sister Antigony and she loves her sister, and so I resist the urge to continually kill our sire until she gets the point. Any point.
I miss those that I know are alive, but speak few times. I miss my witty, but coy conversations with my husband, but most of all, I miss the things that have been lost that I fear will never come back. But I do not know how to get some of those things back, for the effort seems exhausting some nights.
And I long...
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
It appears I am going on a treasure hunt. I said what I said in a joking manner, not certain Shamus would like the idea, but it appears he either entertains my flights of fancy for whatever reason, or it truly was a wonderful idea. And so, we will be going to the Bermuda triangle in pursuit of of hidden treasures. I had heard of the place when I was watching television whilst getting ready one evening. And with his amazing tracking skills and my thievery abilities, I think we shall come back with something good.
I reflect upon the last year and cannot believe that a man I once tried to help kill, I am now married to and connected to forever. Is it not strange how some things work out? From what I can tell, he has been quite busy, siring away individuals. Soon, I think he will be more connected to this place than I will be. It amuses me. But, all in all, I truly love the man and know I shall for ever. Even when I am mad at him, I cannot even stay mad at him long enough to know why it is I was mad at him to begin with. His knack for evasion is seen on so many levels.
Which reminds me, Shamus and I have some shopping to do for Zodiac. It seems with our binding, I am unable to harm the man in most regards. When I lift my gun or the occasional blade out of anger, I cannot bring myself to actually harm him, even if I am well and truly upset at him. The mere thought of actually hurting him makes me point my gun away, or stick the blade in the pillow besides his head and walk away. Perhaps his suggestion at binding to the other was some form of trickery in this regard, not that I mind.
Now, as for family things. Leiren and Wolfgang bound in what appears to be secret. I had thought many things about it at first, but in reality, it does not matter. They did it, they are seemingly happy and it is over and done with. They cannot bind again, so no point in getting upset over it. Even if it was a bit on the hypocritical side of things. Besides, I doubt if they hadn't done it in a whirlwind, Shamus and I would be invited anyways. I cannot think of the last time Leiren and I actually talked for more than a few sentences.
Regan is off and siring, which I find strange. He has sired two or three recently and soon I will be unable to keep up. Roan has died again. I know there is something strange going on with her, but I cannot place it. I wish I could walk the fade. Lisa is back again, not that she really left. It is just nice to see her talking in the family area from time to time. Amber, I cannot feel anymore. Austin is sleeping again. Xavi is still dead and Gaijin has wandered off, again. They definitely keep me on my toes with the things they do. Echo and Malachai are fairly quiet, which makes me wonder if they are on more trips again; not that I blame them if they are. Kayden is back around again, which pleases me. I hope he has found something to keep him connected to this place instead of running off again for a few months. Ember is working so very hard at training, Shamus should quiet honestly be proud of that girl with how hard she works. I think she may be as advanced as some of my own. Mora has been fairly quiet, I know something is wrong with her, but she says not. Josslyn is quiet as well, which is quite sad. I like her. She seemed like a strange combination of Shamus and myself, which is why I think Shamus adores her so much. Dwayne, I have heard is dead. Another reason I wish I could walk the fade. And the few others are quiet, as usual, lingering around somewhere in the home; one of them. Maybe, I will be able to bring them all something nice back from our treasure hunt trip.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
I am fine with people being a complete idiot, as long as their idiocy doesn't fall into the laps of me and mine. In the end, I know their idiocy will be their downfall and watch it all unravel and just shake my head. But when someone is a complete idiot for no reason to one of mine...let us just admit that momma bird will keep on pecking and pecking until there is nothing left to peck at but a pile of mushy, squishy, nothing.
Yes, I shall make you into a pile or mushy, squishy, nothing. Well, perhaps the first two because I already firmly believe you are nothing. Nothing, but an idiot.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Hearts. So easily manipulated and sometimes so easily given away. I was told this evening that someone could have ripped mine out of my chest. I am almost half tempted to see if they really could. Would be interesting to see in the very least.
How very old fashioned of someone to say such a threat. I do not even think I had said such a thing back in my olden days. Do people not realize that one does not need their heart to actually live as a vampire? And that it does and will grow back after a few evenings? I truly worry for our vampire community, that is for certain. I could see shooting someone in the head, most certainly, because that affects a great many of things, but one's heart? What a very ineffective threat.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
I got to try out a new blade that I acquired this evening. It worked fabulously, out of surprise. A simple, clean cut to her throat. It was only a shame that Shamus was not there to see such a perfect cut. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Anyways! Strange news! Or not so strange! I am a working woman again! If you remember, I was working at the jewelry store with Shamus for a while, until everyone wanted to work for him. He is so good to our family, did I tell you that recently? He really is. He lets them work for him without having any real background knowledge, gives them trinkets and such. Who could believe that the man I knew over two years ago, would be this man, now? So, we spoke and we decided I would no longer work for him because it was more important for them to make funds for themselves. Of course I still have the flower shop, but now I watch the sales of wine very carefully. No one is going to try and skim our financial ledgers while I am on duty! I wonder if Ariadne will let me bring home a couple of bottles to simply look at. After all, I cannot drink the liquor, but it would be nice to show off to my guests when I have dinner parties and such.
After about two weeks of being Queen of the city, I have decided to focus my energies elsewhere. Being Queen is exhausting work! Who could have imagined I would start a thread upon the internet that was over 100 pages long? Most of it was rather amusing, because some people were in a tiff over it and others, bonded together over the silly notions. People who had been 'enemies' for months, or longer! Of course, I will always look after the lands of this fair city and step in when it is needed, but I have extended myself perhaps a bit too far. I want to focus on the fledglings again as well as the city charity.
Maybe I can bring something interesting back from Bermuda for a charity event.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
There are these little candy pieces that are mocking me. For nights, my life has been in this saga of how to dispose of these candies promptly. Why I find myself so drawn to things that I cannot enjoy, I know not, but they mock me none the less. Taunt me with their wrappers and their various colours. I want to crush them all in to a million pieces, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how to crush these candies.
Blasted candy pieces.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Well, it seems my sire is dead. Apparently someone forgot to tell me, or cared not to tell me, I know not. I wonder if anyone else has even noticed or even cares. I only found it when I was browsing through the various postings on the public Crownet while I was bored this evening.
I am uncertain how I feel about her death, as most the others that have fell at her foot. Will she come back? Will she not come back? If she does, how much worse will Noble be? Or has it sunk so low that there really is nothing for it to do, but to go up and become something? I am uncertain if I care, in all honesty. I understand we have a life time and that it has only been two years, but these have been two very horrible years.
All I do know, is that my husband was strangely right. How is it he manages such things? I am honestly baffled that the man was not a natural telepath upon his siring.
On a different note, I am currently learning rituals, from one Mister Pratt. I have to admit he is a good teacher, but I suspect I will end up stabbing him soon if he is not careful with his eagerness. Boundaries are essential between a student and mentor. At least until the student is an equal or surpasses the teacher, as in the case of Shamus and I, which is entirely different. I am married and while it is unfortunate he is not, apparently, though good for Elizabeth, as I was tired of reading her dying all the time, I am quite content with who it is I have chosen to spend eternity with.
I feel like shopping and it has been some months since I purchased Shamus a relic, but I am slightly cross at him for neglecting to mention a few things to me. I wonder if a burdening curse would work tonight...
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
A fledgling was killed tonight. Has she been alive for some time, yes? However, she does not have the required skill sets to really fend on her own yet; skills that were seemingly agreed upon between The Fledgeling Foundation and Tytonidae. I am very concerned about this, especially for the future of our community, as it seems not even fledgelings will be given a chance at working off bounties or leniency, even if they are in a place where they were working off their bounty and decided to rest for a while. Contrary to popular belief, or Velveteen thinks me a daft idiot, you can work off a bounty in other places outside the land of the walking dead. It will be interesting topic in TFF's walls in the nights to come, that is for certain.
I find myself confused as to why Ryland, who was a repeat offender was spared this evening, yet a fledgeling who has never spoken a word to anyone, except once or twice was slaughtered as she rested. I saw him upon the list, as was Natasha, yet he is no longer there and he truly seems to be in terrible shape. Something else to ponder.
On another note: Again, my husband was right! Though, I knew he was long before it came to this point. I just love hearing his insights because they are extremely uncanny. Anyways, we are off to the America's for a few evenings, but first I must get all my ducks in a row before I leave...
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
I have more or less kidnapped someone into Deux Corbeaux. Well, perhaps kidnapped is a little strong, but she had no idea I was going to add her in until she was in. I should have done it well over a year ago, but I think my husband has given me a back bone, something I had little of well over a year ago. She is lovely and an Allurist. Perhaps I acted now because a large part of me misses Temperance. I know she is close and still cares, as I feel her presence in my life from time to time, but I cannot get any answers from her for the life of me. Perhaps, I wish to surround myself with another person who, at times, reminds me of Temperance. Then I think to myself, no, for I have always been fond of this woman, even when Temperance was around, so then I have to accredit this recent addition to him for the reasons I have written here. I think she will do well here and hope that her life will change for the better.
Another change with another addition tonight. Shamus lets his mind wander too much, though I do love him for it, I am honest. But sometimes, is it not fun to know something others do not? I think so. Besides, it is not my place to reveal the secrets of others, even if it is exciting. I am glad my sister and I are finally...sisters. One would have to understand our relationship to know what that means, but two years ago, things were not as they are now. And I know things will get better.
I have not mentioned it in here yet, but Serendipity spoke to me for the first time in a long time. I cannot recall where I was, truth be told, but I was surprised she had done it none the less. My thoughts are still unclear on this topic.
And finally, I am going to the America's! Though, I am told they do not view themselves as that anymore. Apparently it is North America. Anyways, Shamus and I are going to the east coast for the Halloween holiday. It seemed interesting and there is a lot of rich history there. We are going to go to Salem and Boston and other places I have not told him about, in case he wishes to avoid them or may get bored.
I will write all about it when we get back.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
