#deterfrejassal

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[ceannuidhebard]

Caaaaaat. *He hops up on the bed, half-on top of her* Cat guess whaaaaaaaaat-

*She was sleeping, cracks an eye open at him.* Whhhaaaaaaaaaat?

[ceannuidhebard]

*She's casually breaking everything that can be replaced... and doing her best not to cry as she makes her way home.*

[ceannuidhebard]

deterfrejassal replied to your post:.

I’ve also learned if you wanna feel old you should go to a gas station and look at the ‘if you were born after this date you can’t buy tobacco/alcohol’ things. //people born in 1995 are babies bABIES they can’t be 18 yet//

SARAH YOU ARE NOT HELPING.

[ceannuidhebard]

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[mochathaircothrom]

deterfrejassal replied to your post:this really is the most important movie of the...

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WANTED!! \o\

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[I apologise for inactivity...]

[I will try and reply to RP threads soon, I am very sorry I am not very active... Thank you all so much for being patient. ;u;

I have finished Uni for this year and I am now on Summer break so hopefully I will have more time to be on here...] 

[ceannuidhebard]

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1) My muse finds an old journal they kept in their teens (or equivalent). After reading the entire thing, they fall asleep and dream of people they once knew, both friends and enemies.

They'd come up to the cabin in order to clean out the upper area to make room for the twins since they were getting too big to sleep in the same bed with them. And yet, at some point Mathias had decided to go fish for their supper and she'd been left alone in the loft, sifting through old trunks. It'd been pure luck that she'd stumbled upon the journal, written in a mixture of old Gaelic and Latin. It'd been just a big enough distraction to leave her half curled on the too small bed reading it. It was a struggle in some places, she'd forgotten words over the years, but names of friends and enemies stuck out alike. 

She's not aware that she's fallen asleep until the dream starts, and she's face to face with one of the clan leaders again. For a while she sleeps, seeing familiar faces of friends, of Aidan and Ian when they were just children and Hugh brought them back to their camp. She dreams of viking raids, and it startles her to realize she'd met Mathias then as well. It isn't until the dream turns nightmarish with old battles that she becomes restless in her sleep, crying out and lashing out enough to fall off the bed. 

The tumble wakes her, and she stares around wildly for a moment before glancing down at the book on the floor beneath her. After a spell she reaches down, picking it up and closing it again before settling it back into a box. Perhaps one day she'll try to read it again, but for now, there are more boxes to sort and move so they can make this area a nice spot for the kids.