Thursday, May 14th, 2015, 8:49 P.M., Tenth District, Ravnica
Oh thank gods I found you, journal. Still using Earth dates and times and if anyone reading this don’t like it they can go suck an egg for all I care. I must have misplaced you during my packing. Last time I wrote in you, I was writing about moving in with my boyfriend. Well...my boyfriend is now my husband and to be honest, I couldn’t be any happier.
I love Jace so much. He...well you already know how much he means to me.
I do admit that I still have flashbacks about my war service and my last kidnapping. However, I’m able to come out of them easier since Jace is with me in bed. Just his presence alone seems to help calm whatever terrors I still have in my mind. I still assume that it’s because of him that most of my memory’s come back ever since I sparked. Ian was the one who inspired me to write again, as you recall, Journal.
Anyway, the only tough part was moving my garden and getting my plants acclimated to the different soil. Especially my pepper plant. Jace was not permitted anywhere near it, nor was he allowed to touch the gojuchang either. I’m working on crossbreeding a sapling of a Carolina Reaper pepper and a sapling of a Trinidad Scorpion Butch Taylor pepper just to see the results. It may prove useful in a more powerful version of Dragon’s Fire.
Also, since I last wrote, I was kidnapped. Again. The ones responsible were dead set on my spark, which neither Jace nor I figured out till we went and rescued Jamira, an Izzet guildmage who had gone missing from her lab. Jace rescued me from my hell (and I still have nightmares about the torture they put me through but the thrashing’s mostly stopped). Then when Jace and I went to go rescue Jamira, I...snapped. But in a good way this time.
I gave in to the Beast. I let it take full control, but during the fight where the Beast, in control of my body, was ripping to shreds a few of the hooded assholes, I woke up a bit. It’s a weird sensation, just watching myself do all those things and being aware of litterally ‘me’ just taking their lives without a care...(-pauses writing to shudder at the thought-) But afterward, I took back full control. Suffice it to say, I was dead tired. Jace had to practically carry me back into our home and helped me recover from loosing myself to the Beast. At least this time I wasn’t fully alone in recovery. The last time I flipped my shit like that (which was over four years ago, mind you) Rebecca had to help me as best as she could. Joey was on tour with his band at the time, so it couldn’t be helped.
I should probably get her a gift or something for that.
Anyhow, yeah. Jace and I married after I was recovered from the kidnapping. Our ceremony was small, but given what happened to me, it couldn’t be helped.
The only thing that was a total pain in the ass was the godsdamn paperwork for moving and the matrimonial stuff. And I thought moving out of Tolsimir’s place was a pain. No...this shit took the fucking cake.
I’ll try not to make my next entry take so long to write, as it were.
