Written By Serafine
Feb. 18, 2017, 5 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)
I recognize it in others, those of us who never quite belong. I see it in my sister, who stands at our Duke's side, that she is alone while surrounded with people who bare our name. Alone, but not lonely.
To run with a pack is a lesson in boundaries, to let others so close and into you that there are no more borders; you can't find where their heartbeat starts and yours stops.
And then there is the true physical nature of being alone: when the forest and the plains open before you and all you have is sky and sun and stars, a moon that glows and the wind that tugs on your hair and your sense. You can be alone like that, aye, and still, never lonely.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincere
Discourse and conversation, you were so eager to learn about everything. All of it. And it never weighed you down, not like I saw it do to so many others.
Remember what we did to those delegation banners? The ones we thought we might have to bring with us (and didn't)?
I have one. I'm keeping it in my house until I die and then they'll burn me with it.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
I love you, Pietro, my friend of body and spirit, my cohort and companion, kindred soul.
I can't stop seeing your laughing face, your silly antics, the grin we shared over our hearts' desires and lovers found.
But I understand. I can see it, I can hear it in the words read:
Vincere cut down, and you... you are two pieces and you couldn't-
oh Pietro.
-and Ainsley! Gods-
Written By Serafine
Feb. 10, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Yasmine
Also there's a dirty joke about eating feline things that I will just side step.
Yasmine, you also still have my scarf. Give it back. It's my sister's.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 10, 2017, 4:11 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
Written By Serafine
Feb. 10, 2017, 4:09 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
You don't say anything. You silently thank the gods they saw fit to grace you with the chance to witness such beauty.
Such is the case upon seeing Pietro and Ainsley exchange affections.
You witness the beauty and thank the gods for it.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 6, 2017, 10:51 p.m.(11/14/1005 AR)
It's -obviously- meant for tall people. Those high hurdles are -murder- on my thighs, I have bruises in places a person should not have bruises-
-I mean. Well. Bruises from hurdles! Ugh!
Written By Serafine
Feb. 6, 2017, 3:33 p.m.(11/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
Written By Serafine
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
But there's often a bath waiting for me, and bright blue eyes not far away, the smile she saves just for me. She tsks over my wounds and fixes me up, kisses me until I forget about the things I've seen, wraps me up in those powerful arms of hers and puts me to bed in every way she possibly can.
I see her eyes get worried too, when I jump head first into things she doesn't understand. I try to explain to her that it's all tangled, that I don't make sense of it either and I just leave it be, keep turning the wheels to see what the other side brings.
I can't fathom the will of the gods, especially now. But I won't give back what They've given me. Not ever. I will simply say 'thank you' and roll over into her arms and hold tight, and count myself one of the lucky ones.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 5, 2017, 5:56 p.m.(11/10/1005 AR)
Since then, it's been empty. The front room is large, lofted, with high windows that were meant for a floor that doesn't exist, streaming in light from sun up to sun down. The kitchen, once further back, has been brought closer, tucked into the back corner but spacious enough to cook and eat in. The rest of the space is rather large, with a hearth, a true hearth, on the opposite side of the large room from the kitchen, with more beach stones and mortar.
There's one room rebuilt, a bedroom, lofted with a fireplace, a bathing room with true plumbing off of it.
The rest of the 'manor' is gone. All that's left is an outer shell that extends back, exposing the rest of the house to the elements.
The 'shell' of stone has been brought down a little; it now functions as a wall, with a few arched doors on either side, left over from servants' entries years and years ago. Inside the wall that extends from the living space is green and dirt. Well, as it's close to winter, it's mostly dirt with a great deal of brambles. Roses and briars, some kind of fruit tree. What looks like a fish pond. The back plot is actually bigger than the living space of the house.
It would shock people to know that I like to plant growing things, wild gardens that tend to themselves. I have ideas.
I like this place. It finally feels like 'home'.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 5, 2017, 2:30 a.m.(11/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
Written By Serafine
Feb. 5, 2017, 1:33 a.m.(11/8/1005 AR)
The finale, as Lord Commander Silas called it, was he and I pairing off against the other four Guards.
I did not expect us to win.
The other four did very well, Reese hits like a damn boulder on a chain, Calathane is lighter on his feet than he thinks and works well with a good defender to keep him focused. Sparte received training from Leta Broadbent earlier today, and it seemed to do him quite well.
Lord Killian was there to help out the others, and he did well enough with them.
We were all breathing hard and sweaty when it was over. I'm fairly proud of them all, truly. Even Killian.
Alright. I need a bath and some bandaging. Where's that damn ointment-
Written By Serafine
Feb. 3, 2017, 7:50 p.m.(11/4/1005 AR)
"And for fun, there will be a Silas + Serafine versus the rest of the Guard handicap match."
Abyss-YES.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 2, 2017, 7:20 p.m.(11/1/1005 AR)
I swear I have never had an off-handed suggestion squeeze my heart so, nor ever in my life felt the sudden impression to swoon.
Love is ridiculous. It makes us all ridiculous.
Pietro, stop laughing at me.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:21 p.m.(10/28/1005 AR)
Written By Serafine
Feb. 2, 2017, 2:36 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
No, no, I'm not painting a house. Well, aye, I am, but this isn't from that.
What? Oh, a giant phallus out in the Lyceum ward.
Don't make that face. People need a different thing to laugh about at the moment. Don't think Jayus will grant me any blessings, but it's not even white-wash, goes away with a rain or two.
Of -course- I know these journals are public. How's anyone going to know it's a joke and not a declaration of rooster fights?
Written By Serafine
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:29 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
Uncle Niccolo is now Archduke.
Esera dressed like a grieving bride to confront he that kept her from what should have been one of the happiest day of her life.
I'm assuming, anyway.
I don't see her doing anything else but fighting for her right to happiness. It's not always so easy for some, and that she found hers-
I can't stay here too long. It makes me feel guilty, to have a spot of light in a world that has gone dark for so many.
Cousin Esera. Clever, brilliant, lovely kinswoman.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 29, 2017, 3:33 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Bethany
Written By Serafine
Jan. 29, 2017, 3:32 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)
I came away with a cut to the ribs but I think I've had worse sparring with Pietro, and a new appreciation for tripwires, unusual artifacts-
(If it looks shiny DON'T BLOOD TOUCH IT)
-and in the power of my own arm.
I really didn't expect the damn door to come off its hinges. I man, honestly, shoddy craftsmanship.
...yes I know it was a ruin. I'm -joking-. Surely you know that.
-'Shirley'? Well of course I know your name isn't-
....right. I'm taking my mead back, thank you, and you can forget the tip.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 29, 2017, 3:29 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
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