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@panic-watanuki-blog
Doing the right thing
My dad is doing his best to help me get through this.
All of my stepfamily has gifts picked out from me already, but IDK what to get him... So I decided that I’m going to donate to a charity for homeless/abused/abandoned children in his name, because “without a father like him, these kids need all the help they can get.”
Too cheesy or good?
I almost killed myself last night... (family abuse)
My mother was angry with me.
I told her about problems this house had before we bought the place, and where I was on fixing them/what I had already fixed. She flipped out and accused me of letting the house fall apart (like she didn’t see where I said they were fixed in the same sentence, or thought I caused the problems?).
The next day my cousin starts messaging me. This cousin is more of an older sister, my mom raised her. Saying that mom accused me of lying about being sickly. That mom was angry with me. Then she started demanding to see my medical paperwork. I told her no, I am an adult and I have a right to keep my paperwork private. She accused me of lying about being sick because “if you had nothing to hide you’d show it to me. So you must have something to hide.”
She harassed me literally all day yesterday. I explained to her that I am an adult and I have a right not to share medical records. She then started calling me names. I explained to her how she was being hurtful to me, and she argued that she was just “being helpful” to me, and how I was “attacking” her. She would not stop. I asked her several times. I got an hour break by threatening to file harassment charges against her, then she found an excuse to open another dialogue with me (under the guise of talking about Christmas plans). I told her that now was definitely not the time. So she went off on me about how I’m the abusive one.
Its big, so, here’s an offsite link set so I don’t screw your feed too hard...
Conversation with my cousin:
1) http://imgur.com/CcQ5DAG
(Bottom of the message got cut by accident. It said, “when you are the closest to understanding what I’m going through.” the website is having an issue right now with that image sorry)
2) http://imgur.com/wewOuAg
Conversation with my mom where she tries to threaten me out of filing harassment charges or at least a no-contact order against my cousin:
1) http://imgur.com/6MvulHn
2) http://imgur.com/idJqoyo
3) http://imgur.com/wHjsi0l
This isn’t all of it but these are the most interesting parts....
She told my mom that if I tried to file charges or serve her any paperwork she was going to 5150 me in retaliation... Apparently my mom thinks that filing charges against someone is revenge but falsely calling in a 5150 to disrupt someone’s life who was hurt by your actions isn’t?
So I’m going to be filing charges ASAP and if she tries to 5150 me I have proof on me that this is premeditated harassment/further abuse.
I was just thinking of things today...
I think I’m most of the way through the emotional turmoil.
I saw this picture and wondered about things... The butterfly symbolizes transformation. Metamorphosis. Spirituality.
I have always been directionless in life. Procrastination and indecisiveness have always been a problem...
I may not have time to procrastinate with... So what should I do? I could never enjoy life physically because of my health, but there are so many things I wanted to do that I’ve never done...
Would you believe I’ve never painted with my hands? Not even as a child. Paint was too messy and expensive. Would you believe I’ve never made something I could wear from scratch? I’ve tried but given up before, because my mother always took over the projects and ruined it because she was rushing (and then she threw it away and yelled at me for wasting money on the fabric she just trashed). Would you believe that I haven’t made a single thing in my whole life that I could be proud of? I’ve made things before, but I’ve never felt pride in any of it because it wasn’t up to my mother’s standards... And following my mother’s advice I threw it away.
I think it’s time to change that, don’t you?
panic-watanuki
cumberbatchcritter answered: Thoughts are with you :( Has it been diagnosed or just a possibility because it /might/ not be cancer! Positivity is key, bumblebee. *hugs*
Its at the uncertain phase. It’s a tumor, but it’s either cancer or it’s benign. Either way is going to need a big surgery from the placement (its attached to my thyroid). I’m just really scared. I’m trying to not freak out too much, but it’s all I can think about right now.
Keep up your hope, sweetheart. I know it’s not the best advice in the world. But just because it’s a tumour doesn’t mean it’s cancer, like you said. My dad was just recently diagnosed in the past year and I know, just him being my dad, I worried about it incessantly (without talking to anyone about it of course -.-“) but worrying really only makes you feel worse, no matter the situation. Don’t worry about the surgery; envision how good you’ll feel when you get through this bigger and better instead.
The almost funny part is my dad just had a tumor on his kidney recently...
I share a genetic disease with him, but my symptoms are happening almost 30 years before his because while he was born healthy, I was born way early and sick, complicated by surgeries and now-deemed-unsafe hormone therapy when I was a baby. I hate what my mother allowed the doctors to do to me. It’s done nothing good for me.
Thank you for the well wishes. I’m trying to just focus one day at a time, and just do my homework for college and stuff. But then I have these moments where I’m lying on the floor staring at the ceiling and asking myself why I’m bothering to do anything at all. My depression issues are kind of trying to take over because of this, so like trying to function is almost a joke. I’m thankful my fiancee is with me. I let her handle most things and she lets me have pity parties on the livingroom floor when I need to.
so you know how I keep getting sick...?
it might be cancer… There’s a tumor in my throat
I can’t focus, I can’t think… all that I’m aware of is the literal lump in my throat
cumberbatchcritter answered: Thoughts are with you :( Has it been diagnosed or just a possibility because it /might/ not be cancer! Positivity is key, bumblebee. *hugs*
Its at the uncertain phase. It’s a tumor, but it’s either cancer or it’s benign. Either way is going to need a big surgery from the placement (its attached to my thyroid). I’m just really scared. I’m trying to not freak out too much, but it’s all I can think about right now.
so you know how I keep getting sick...?
it might be cancer... There’s a tumor in my throat
I can’t focus, I can’t think... all that I’m aware of is the literal lump in my throat
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
Doumeki exited her place, and after she locked the door behind them, he led her by foot to the downtown shopping district. This area was known for being busy and for it’s high-rise buildings. A Shinto Priest like himself looked a bit out of place here. That is, until the got to an old-fashion wooden fence with a simple archway that revealed the historic building nestled safely, almost hidden, between skyscrapers.
He entered through the gate and held it open for her.
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
“We’re in downtown, actually.” he smiled casually, “if, that is, we are truly on earth. Perhaps we will open the door to find nothingness. Perhaps you are still at home, in your bed… Or perhaps… you nodded off while we were speaking, and simply forgot how you came here?”
He took another drag of the pipe, “I can help you for a small price.“
Cathryn gave Watanuki a sidelong glance, eyes shining with hope. “I’d give anything I have to offer. I’d trade my soul if I had to, I just want to understand…” she breathed.
She lifted her head in an attempt to seem more confident, but her eyes were locked on the door. Cathryn was so tempted to look, to see where they truly were, but something in the back of her mind told her it didn’t matter. This had to be done.
“The price will be, when you awaken, you must return here with the first object you lay your eyes upon. I will not accept anything living in exchange, so pets, children, and such, are not welcome to be brought here. My assistant will send for you.” With a blink, Watanuki vanished, as in the real world he was awakened by his assistant, Doumeki Sayaka.
The sound of persistent knocking infiltrated the area. It was loud and disruptive. The shop would fade out of existence as reality was able to push through.
Someone was knocking on the door.
Cathryn gasped, sitting up quickly. Her head ached, and her whole body was sore, like she hadn’t moved in ages. “One second~!” she called out with a raspy voice, dazed.
For a moment, she realized she couldn’t see. Rubbing her eyes, the girl couldn’t get rid of the blur that plagued her vision, and for a moment, she feared she was actually blind! Until she laid her hand on something cold by her pillow. “Glasses? Do I wear glasses?”
Quickly sliding them on, Cathryn blinked several times before being able to focus. “Coming~!” she called out once more as the knocking resounded.
She soon realized how weak she was, as her legs threatened to give out from beneath her as she brought herself to her feet. Determined, however, Cathryn forced her way to the door, leaning on the door frame for support. “H-Hello?” she greeted shyly, opening the door, light pouring into the previously darkened room.
A young man was waiting patiently. He was rather tall and serious-looking. He was wearing shrine priest clothes.
“Sorry for disturbing you.” he said softly in a low voice, “I can wait here until you’re ready to go. My boss wants to meet you.”
Cathryn froze for a moment, trying to comprehend what the man said. “Your… boss? O-one second… I…”
She looked over her shoulder, seeing her dusty room. “Take a seat~!” she breathed, dusting her computer chair with her hand. “Let me just… get dressed…” she mumbled, looking through her closet for something other than pajamas.
Disappearing briefly, Cathryn came back in a light dress, pulling a jacket over her shoulders. “This might sound strange but… could you reach that clock on the wall?” She inquired, pointing to a small analog clock above the doorway.
“Thank you.” he mumbled, taking the seat. He glanced idly at her place as he waited, otherwise his demeanor seemed like that of a statue. Without judgement nor particular interest.
“That clock?” he confirmed, “alright.” Since he was particularly tall, it wasn’t hard for him to reach up and gently pull it down. “So this is the payment, huh?” he asked, offering it to her. “You have to be the one to present it to him.”
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
“We’re in downtown, actually.” he smiled casually, “if, that is, we are truly on earth. Perhaps we will open the door to find nothingness. Perhaps you are still at home, in your bed… Or perhaps… you nodded off while we were speaking, and simply forgot how you came here?”
He took another drag of the pipe, “I can help you for a small price.“
Cathryn gave Watanuki a sidelong glance, eyes shining with hope. “I’d give anything I have to offer. I’d trade my soul if I had to, I just want to understand…” she breathed.
She lifted her head in an attempt to seem more confident, but her eyes were locked on the door. Cathryn was so tempted to look, to see where they truly were, but something in the back of her mind told her it didn’t matter. This had to be done.
“The price will be, when you awaken, you must return here with the first object you lay your eyes upon. I will not accept anything living in exchange, so pets, children, and such, are not welcome to be brought here. My assistant will send for you.” With a blink, Watanuki vanished, as in the real world he was awakened by his assistant, Doumeki Sayaka.
The sound of persistent knocking infiltrated the area. It was loud and disruptive. The shop would fade out of existence as reality was able to push through.
Someone was knocking on the door.
Cathryn gasped, sitting up quickly. Her head ached, and her whole body was sore, like she hadn’t moved in ages. “One second~!” she called out with a raspy voice, dazed.
For a moment, she realized she couldn’t see. Rubbing her eyes, the girl couldn’t get rid of the blur that plagued her vision, and for a moment, she feared she was actually blind! Until she laid her hand on something cold by her pillow. “Glasses? Do I wear glasses?”
Quickly sliding them on, Cathryn blinked several times before being able to focus. “Coming~!” she called out once more as the knocking resounded.
She soon realized how weak she was, as her legs threatened to give out from beneath her as she brought herself to her feet. Determined, however, Cathryn forced her way to the door, leaning on the door frame for support. “H-Hello?” she greeted shyly, opening the door, light pouring into the previously darkened room.
A young man was waiting patiently. He was rather tall and serious-looking. He was wearing shrine priest clothes.
“Sorry for disturbing you.” he said softly in a low voice, “I can wait here until you’re ready to go. My boss wants to meet you.”
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
“We’re in downtown, actually.” he smiled casually, “if, that is, we are truly on earth. Perhaps we will open the door to find nothingness. Perhaps you are still at home, in your bed… Or perhaps… you nodded off while we were speaking, and simply forgot how you came here?”
He took another drag of the pipe, “I can help you for a small price.“
Cathryn gave Watanuki a sidelong glance, eyes shining with hope. “I’d give anything I have to offer. I’d trade my soul if I had to, I just want to understand…” she breathed.
She lifted her head in an attempt to seem more confident, but her eyes were locked on the door. Cathryn was so tempted to look, to see where they truly were, but something in the back of her mind told her it didn’t matter. This had to be done.
“The price will be, when you awaken, you must return here with the first object you lay your eyes upon. I will not accept anything living in exchange, so pets, children, and such, are not welcome to be brought here. My assistant will send for you.” With a blink, Watanuki vanished, as in the real world he was awakened by his assistant, Doumeki Sayaka.
The sound of persistent knocking infiltrated the area. It was loud and disruptive. The shop would fade out of existence as reality was able to push through.
Someone was knocking on the door.
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
Cathryn, after finishing her finger-sandwich, shook her head slightly. “I’ve only met a few. Teachers, friends’ parents, things of that nature mostly. But those seem trivial compared to the other people I see. Most of them are probably around my current age and always have been. I’ve been seeing them the longest to be honest.” she admitted, fidgeting once more.
The smell of the smoke he breathed reminded her of something she couldn’t quite place. It was similar to deja vu, but it had nothing to do with her physical surroundings. Regardless, Cathryn felt safe. “Have you ever met someone in a dream and talked to them? As if you were actually in the same room and holding a conversation?”
He nodded softly, “today, in fact…. I thought I was still dreaming.”
He set down the pipe and turned his head towards a shut doorway, “Doumeki,” he called, “can you please come here?”
There was no response. “My employee isn’t here yet,” he commented idly, “unless… perhaps we are both dreaming this encounter…?”
Cathryn opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. The possibility of this chance encounter being a dream hadn’t crossed her mind in the slightest.
“I…” she paused, a look of dread on her face. “Where is this shop exactly?”
Cathryn felt normal, and being in foreign places was nothing new to her. But something about the situation was making her stomach turn. A magic shop, possibly in her dreams, and talking to someone who had such a wise and comforting aura…
“I-If this is a dream… how long have I been asleep?” Face going pale, Cathryn held her head in her hands for a moment as she tried to sort the thoughts flooding her mind.
“We’re in downtown, actually.” he smiled casually, “if, that is, we are truly on earth. Perhaps we will open the door to find nothingness. Perhaps you are still at home, in your bed... Or perhaps... you nodded off while we were speaking, and simply forgot how you came here?”
He took another drag of the pipe, “I can help you for a small price."
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
“Miss Bard… I know many things about dreams.” He softly gestured to the small table and chairs, “please let us sit. I would love to hear about your dreams.”
There was a pot of tea and some teasnacks on the table. The tea would smell medicinal and traditional, probably green tea, but the snacks were more modern and very nice. A few macaroons, some teacakes, and cucumber sandwiches.
He sat at one of the seats, his loose robes hid the chair entirely.
The lingering smoke made Cathryn feel calm as she took a seat, briefly admiring the robes Watanuki wore. She crossed her hands in her lap, fidgeting slightly as she spoke. “Since I was young, I’ve always had vivid dreams. Most of them were about strange places, and people I don’t recall ever meeting. But they made me feel… different. Like I don’t belong where I am when I wake up.”
The brunette nodded to herself, hoping her short explanation wasn’t terribly strange. “To elaborate, when I got older, I started doing things because of those feelings. I moved out of my parents’ house, which is rather normal I suppose. But I never stayed in one place longer than a few months at most, and I’ve had so many different jobs I can’t even keep track…” She paused, making eye contact with him. “But what I find concerning is that it only happens to me. No one else in my family has ever had dreams that compel them to do things.”
When she was done talking, Cathryn shyly nibbled on a cucumber sandwich as she was uninterested in the tea.
Watanuki listened silently. Behind his thin glasses, his yellow and blue eyes watched her every breath with a still ferocity.
After she was done talking, he waited a long moment, as though deciding upon a coarse of action. He lifted the long tobacco pipe nearby and drew it to his lips, gently chewing on it as he thought and took a deep breath.
“It sounds like you have a problem with stillness, doesn’t it?” he suggested calmly, in an empathetic way, “they say that the human brain doesn’t have the ability to make up human faces, that any faces you see in dreams are those of real people you are destined to meet. Have you met any people from your dreams?”
The smoke from his parted lips made him look more like a dragon, he was in control and calm and a bit frightening, yet at the same time he was a protector of those in need.
Cathryn, after finishing her finger-sandwich, shook her head slightly. “I’ve only met a few. Teachers, friends’ parents, things of that nature mostly. But those seem trivial compared to the other people I see. Most of them are probably around my current age and always have been. I’ve been seeing them the longest to be honest.” she admitted, fidgeting once more.
The smell of the smoke he breathed reminded her of something she couldn’t quite place. It was similar to deja vu, but it had nothing to do with her physical surroundings. Regardless, Cathryn felt safe. “Have you ever met someone in a dream and talked to them? As if you were actually in the same room and holding a conversation?”
He nodded softly, “today, in fact.... I thought I was still dreaming.”
He set down the pipe and turned his head towards a shut doorway, “Doumeki,” he called, “can you please come here?”
There was no response. “My employee isn’t here yet,” he commented idly, “unless... perhaps we are both dreaming this encounter...?”
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
Cathryn tilted her head slightly, confused. "That’s a question I was hoping you’d have the answer to…” she admitted. She began to take in her surroundings, looking from the dark haired boy, to the walls, to the tatami mats, then back to the boy. Shrugging slightly, she continued to speak. “I’m not from here,” she explained, smiling calmly. “And as I was walking by, something in my chest pulled me here~!” She suppressed a slight giggle, feeling almost childish in her attempt to explain.
He smiled in a friendly way, though something about his eyes seemed to have a deeper intention or curiosity. He looked around his surroundings, “ah, I suppose the game is up, isn’t it?” he smiled, “this is my magic shop.” With a graceful sweeping motion he raised his arm to politely gesture her in, his yukata sleeve fluttered through the haze of incense and tobacco smoke.
“I am Watanuki Kimihiro… clearly something brought you here… But the question is, what can I do for you?”
Cathryn nodded slightly as she took in the information. When he mentioned magic, her eyes widened briefly. “Magic…” The word tasted funny to her.
“Well, Mr. Kimihiro, I’m Cathryn Bard,” she offered her name politely.
“I’m not sure I know what I came for, to be honest. I wasn’t aware that I needed anything, but if this shop is magic…” she paused, choosing her words carefully. “Do you know about dreams?”
Having strange dreams every time she slept was the first thing to come to Cathryn’s mind. Her dreams were the reason she traveled so much, and were possibly the only reason she was where she was.
“Miss Bard… I know many things about dreams.” He softly gestured to the small table and chairs, “please let us sit. I would love to hear about your dreams.”
There was a pot of tea and some teasnacks on the table. The tea would smell medicinal and traditional, probably green tea, but the snacks were more modern and very nice. A few macaroons, some teacakes, and cucumber sandwiches.
He sat at one of the seats, his loose robes hid the chair entirely.
The lingering smoke made Cathryn feel calm as she took a seat, briefly admiring the robes Watanuki wore. She crossed her hands in her lap, fidgeting slightly as she spoke. “Since I was young, I’ve always had vivid dreams. Most of them were about strange places, and people I don’t recall ever meeting. But they made me feel… different. Like I don’t belong where I am when I wake up.”
The brunette nodded to herself, hoping her short explanation wasn’t terribly strange. “To elaborate, when I got older, I started doing things because of those feelings. I moved out of my parents’ house, which is rather normal I suppose. But I never stayed in one place longer than a few months at most, and I’ve had so many different jobs I can’t even keep track…” She paused, making eye contact with him. “But what I find concerning is that it only happens to me. No one else in my family has ever had dreams that compel them to do things.”
When she was done talking, Cathryn shyly nibbled on a cucumber sandwich as she was uninterested in the tea.
Watanuki listened silently. Behind his thin glasses, his yellow and blue eyes watched her every breath with a still ferocity.
After she was done talking, he waited a long moment, as though deciding upon a coarse of action. He lifted the long tobacco pipe nearby and drew it to his lips, gently chewing on it as he thought and took a deep breath.
“It sounds like you have a problem with stillness, doesn’t it?” he suggested calmly, in an empathetic way, “they say that the human brain doesn’t have the ability to make up human faces, that any faces you see in dreams are those of real people you are destined to meet. Have you met any people from your dreams?”
The smoke from his parted lips made him look more like a dragon, he was in control and calm and a bit frightening, yet at the same time he was a protector of those in need.
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
Cathryn tilted her head slightly, confused. "That’s a question I was hoping you’d have the answer to…” she admitted. She began to take in her surroundings, looking from the dark haired boy, to the walls, to the tatami mats, then back to the boy. Shrugging slightly, she continued to speak. “I’m not from here,” she explained, smiling calmly. “And as I was walking by, something in my chest pulled me here~!” She suppressed a slight giggle, feeling almost childish in her attempt to explain.
He smiled in a friendly way, though something about his eyes seemed to have a deeper intention or curiosity. He looked around his surroundings, “ah, I suppose the game is up, isn’t it?” he smiled, “this is my magic shop.” With a graceful sweeping motion he raised his arm to politely gesture her in, his yukata sleeve fluttered through the haze of incense and tobacco smoke.
“I am Watanuki Kimihiro… clearly something brought you here… But the question is, what can I do for you?”
Cathryn nodded slightly as she took in the information. When he mentioned magic, her eyes widened briefly. “Magic…” The word tasted funny to her.
“Well, Mr. Kimihiro, I’m Cathryn Bard,” she offered her name politely.
“I’m not sure I know what I came for, to be honest. I wasn’t aware that I needed anything, but if this shop is magic…” she paused, choosing her words carefully. “Do you know about dreams?”
Having strange dreams every time she slept was the first thing to come to Cathryn’s mind. Her dreams were the reason she traveled so much, and were possibly the only reason she was where she was.
“Miss Bard… I know many things about dreams.” He softly gestured to the small table and chairs, “please let us sit. I would love to hear about your dreams.”
There was a pot of tea and some teasnacks on the table. The tea would smell medicinal and traditional, probably green tea, but the snacks were more modern and very nice. A few macaroons, some teacakes, and cucumber sandwiches.
He sat at one of the seats, his loose robes hid the chair entirely.
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company… do you think you could tell me where we are?”
Cathryn tilted her head slightly, confused. "That’s a question I was hoping you’d have the answer to…” she admitted. She began to take in her surroundings, looking from the dark haired boy, to the walls, to the tatami mats, then back to the boy. Shrugging slightly, she continued to speak. “I’m not from here,” she explained, smiling calmly. “And as I was walking by, something in my chest pulled me here~!” She suppressed a slight giggle, feeling almost childish in her attempt to explain.
He smiled in a friendly way, though something about his eyes seemed to have a deeper intention or curiosity. He looked around his surroundings, “ah, I suppose the game is up, isn’t it?” he smiled, “this is my magic shop.” With a graceful sweeping motion he raised his arm to politely gesture her in, his yukata sleeve fluttered through the haze of incense and tobacco smoke.
“I am Watanuki Kimihiro... clearly something brought you here... But the question is, what can I do for you?”
So I happened upon your blog because I'm looking for a xxxHolic RPer and then I was reading your personal life posts and I just want to say that I'm wishing you well. Not sure how much this'll help, but I know good vibes make me feel better when I'm sick or sad. :)
daw, thanks. I am doing a little better... Thank goodness... I haven’t been on in a while because of recovery but I did get the help I need in part. I have a road of recovery. But I would be honored to rp with you if you want to! :)
Cathryn stared at the man in front of her, unsure of what to say at first. A million things flowed through her mind, but only one thing tickled her lips. As such, she let it out. "Are you lonely?" she asked timidly. It wasn't the first time she'd been drawn to a person, or place. Typically, it meant she herself was lonely, but this man almost seemed lonelier, in her mind's eye.
Having been lost in space and his own mind just a moment prior, he flinched and spun around abruptly.
“OH!” He blushed, “uh, sorry, you startled me.” he smiled warmly, “I don’t mind company... do you think you could tell me where we are?”
