I’m definitely one of them girls. I barely stopped myself from writing ‘he’s back’ as my first sentence. But look at that. It made it into the second one. You can’t see it but I’m rolling my eyes at myself. But yes. My guy is back where he belongs. He says Pat’s okay. Well, as okay as anyone can be down there. And you know me. Couldn’t help but thank my ever so helpful, ever so talented husband in the most inappropriate way; on my knees. I’m beginning to think my issue might have some sort of addiction attached to it too. I don’t remember being such a nympho before. Though you know… I drank more then… and slept around… Hmm… Nope. Not going there.
((Also on this page: A quickly written list of things Sky can do to keep herself busy which includes things like; unblocking the drains, painting Blackie’s nails neon green and buying a goldfish.))
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♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
I ******* hate that pat is in that pace. I know Ric likes it there and everything but I’m pretty sure vamp hell isn’t for everyone. Ric’s an odd duck. My odd duck. Maybe the oddest duck of any odd duck anywhere but… Woah. I really need to leave the apartment. You may be able to tell already that I’m home alone without supervision. Yep. Ric’s cub sitting in the netherworld. Guess I’ll be on my knees again tomorrow. Yeah I know. Poor me. Lol. So… plans for today… erm… play some music… shower… busk… shower… walk Blackie… Hmm… might give him a shower. Or I could drag him in the shower with me. Conserve water. Like legit reasoning. Eww. My thoughts just went to a dark place that should be reserved for perverts and well… nope… just perverts. Like the kind that are in their forties, balding and looking up dodgy porn on the home computer while mum’s upstairs (cos of course they live in the basement) baking some sort of diabetes inducing treat. Scratch all plans for the day. I think I need to get off my face and dance around the flat in my underwear. If I make Blackie dance too that counts as his exercise for the day… right? Yep. I think so too. It’s good we agree. I’m gonna go wash my brain out.
((Also on this page: Two words are written in graffiti styling; Bad idea.))
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♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
Had a mini breakdown in the sewers. Shh… Don’t tell anyone. Well breakdown might not be the right word. Murderous rampage might be more fitting. But I swear they had it coming. Those sewer dwelling freaks are really pissing me off. And well… I think chasing them down was kinda therapeutic. Don’t ask me what happened to the girl that used to watch violent acts from the side-lines cos I don’t know. I mean how do you go from watching a bar fight (and perhaps being the reason for it) to chasing down naked freaks with swords and guns in the city sewers because slicing them to pieces is more relaxing than playing with a stress ball? Urgh. That sounds so ******* awful. Who am I? Thank god for Ricky I tell ya. Though wait… he’s my usual form of stress relief. Pfft. Whatever. I’m not psychoanalysing myself today. Maybe it was that guy that set me off. Someone named Niklaus appraised me. I have no idea who he is or why he did it but this little trinket thing I have told me he was probing around where he doesn’t belong. I told Ric about it. He said to leave it with him. Maybe I don’t like leaving stuff to him. I dunno. Don’t care.
((Also on this page: Sky has traced the outline of her hand onto the page.))
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♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
**** hit the fan. Not in the mood to write. Long story short: Ric and Elliot are both idiots. They fought and Ric ended up getting his arse beat. He’s tied to the bed now cos he’s pretty much a high functioning vegetable who can’t be trusted not to wander off. He went MIA for a while. I lost my ******* mind. I’m not even exaggerating. Vel took him. Doc brought him home. Then Elliot was killed. All plans to burn down his bar have been cancelled.
((Also on this page: The page is stained with tears.))
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♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
You’d think I’d of written more in the last few days. Right? I mean it’s not like me to be quiet or anything but seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever been in such a dark place in all my life. I mean I tried to keep up to date on the virtual playground, but honestly it was a chore more than anything else and just pissed me off a lot. The witch is blaming me for Elliot’s death. So yeah. **** her. She can shove her broomstick up her arse for all I care. The only thing I’m guilty of is marrying an idiot. Okay. That’s harsh. Ric’s not an idiot. Not really. He’s just a violent arsehole. There. That’s better right? Yep. Much. So yeah. Like it’s my fault they decided to talk things out with fists, weapons and powers and ****. I actually don’t know much of what went on. Only saw the aftermath of what Ellie did to Ric. Slit throat and several head wounds. I think he might have actually tried to scoop his brains out. There was so much damage concentrated in that area. It’s a miracle that boy could walk and talk. Not that he made sense. Or was allowed to walk around. Tying him to the bed for his own safety was a pretty good idea. Actually Ric was kinda cute, even incapacitated like that. He’d occasionally do silly things like squeeze my boobs and stuff. He made me smile while I was crying. Like physically made me. Put his fingers on my mouth and pushed my cheeks up. He did that and called me pretty. I guess if I’m looking for the good in the bad it’s that even braindead my guy seems to like me. That’s gotta be a good thing right?
So what changed? Why did I start writing again today? Well life is back on track again I guess. Ric woke up. Elliot is home. My boys are back which means I probably need to go get some work done. Just needed to check in here and get a few things out before I went back to reality. Need to mail Fors and call the guys too while I’m at it.
((Also on this page: Two hearts. One with Ric’s name in, the other with Ellie’s.))
♪ Am I strong enough? ♪
♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
I am so happy today. Everything feels better. I mean after the last week. Damn. So yeah. Everything is getting back on track. Doc’s lot were given run of the virtual playground. It was my idea but I had to wait to talk to Ric before I did it and we couldn’t exactly say no to him since he’d been such a star what with getting Ric home and finding out who took him and stuff.
Got a mind message thing from Elliot too. He asked me not to kill myself. I probably should have left him a voice mail yesterday saying I cancelled those plans. I damn well meant them when I wrote them but well... things change.
Ric. Ric is adorable. Even though he doesn’t like me calling him adorable. He’s also a freak. He had trouble wrapping his head around my melt down and didn’t seem to understand how I could miss him when he was on the bed for a week. I guess he’ll have to wait till the roles are reversed to figure out how it feels to be left alone like that. I mean he was there but he wasn’t. It wasn’t his fault. Well it was. It is what it is. And thankfully it’s behind us now. God how I missed him!
((Also on this page: The age seems to be dotted with random thoughts, words and attributes but it’s really a list of the things she missed about Ric while he was crippled; the weirdest of which is the word ‘silence’.))
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♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
Great day today Diary, and nope, I’m not going to give you all the dirty details. Let’s just say that my guy was really hungry today. Like really ******* hungry. And not only for my blood. He devoured me in a multitude of ways. God I love that. And yep, that’s all I’m saying about that. I’m locking my lips, putting this pen down and going to replay everything he did to me. It was that good.
((Also on this page: The rest of the page is completely blank.))
♪ Am I strong enough? ♪
♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
There was something I should have written yesterday that I didn’t. I told Ric he tasted good. It was the truth, but then he always tastes good to me. Of course when I do stuff like that it confuses Ric. He doesn’t see it as playful or whatever, he gets all serious, tastes me and tells me I taste the same as always. So frickin’ adorable. Not so adorable though when he accuses me of drinking. Like I need to be drunk to compliment him. And like I do that all the time; get drunk that is. Okay so I used to. And yeah, I do still kinda drink daily. But I don’t drink nearly as much as I used to and in my defence I hardly ever get off my face these days. Don’t much feel the need. I’m shrugging. You can’t see that, so I’m telling you that’s what I’m doing. He should know that, right? He should recognise that. And again, typical Ric. Just as I’m about to have some sort of meltdown, he gets all confused and I flip a switch and go all, well, let’s just say I tried to settle the storm before it started… on my knees. Told him he tasted like ambrosia. Again, no word of a lie. Again, he has no clue what I’m talking about and starts to question me. Then he gets swept up in the moment. So yeah… there’s a little of what I wouldn’t tell ya yesterday. The ambrosia thing just begged to be written.
((Also on this page: A rough sketch of some sort of ornate chalice.))
♪ Am I strong enough? ♪
♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
Okay Diary, help me out here. I just don’t get this whole vampire emancipation bit. I know Ric’s done it. I know Ric would love it if I did it. But now Jules has split from her sire too. Yeah. Ric and Jules share a sire, so… yeah… make of that what you will. I just don’t get it. I mean I’ll support Jules and all but what’s the point of the ritual? Is it like some grand gesture? Does it do anything? Does it hurt? Ellie and I don’t always get along and I’m sure his ***** would just love it if I blew him off like that, but yeah. I must be missing something. **** knows what.
((Also on this page: The image of three trees and their root systems, which connect the two smaller trees to the larger third tree. A man stands between two of the connected trees with a axe, and is hacking through the roots.))
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♪ I wish you well, but desire never leaves ♪ ♫ Available Melee Weapons ♫
NOTE: Sky has Healthy Complexion
