#siuvahn

[brahameirson]

these nerds have been kissing for a year now !!

[brahameirson]

there she go

[elastic-slingshot]

ppp

[brahameirson]

overwhelming gay feelings about a 4 feet tall plant

fred's letter

[brahameirson]

[brahameirson]

luv those two

[nogenius]

I’ve never wanted to throw so many insults at a woman… and actually mean what I say.

Gareth: Random Thoughts on a Norn

[nogenius]

52 Season of the Scion 1327

“Of all that is good in nature’s glorious green garden, that woman is.. is.. I simply cannot stand her. At times I wonder if I am being irrational.. that perhaps I am just missing one piece of Siuvahn’s complex puzzle, but then I stop.. and I think again, and I try to remember that I’m the reasonable one. I’ll keep trying.. for Salthien’s sake, and perhaps, for my own… but I am not hopeful. No.. no. I must approach this differently. That kind of mindset will not help me.

Blessed Mother, I do not know what to do. I’m at odds with my own thoughts.

Is there anyone to even blame here? Was I wrong be being concerned for Era? Was my outburst completely out of place? I honestly felt.. panic.. when I saw Siuvahn lift her over the balcony. I cannot.. I don’t know.. Maybe I am too worrisome.. Maybe I am.. No.

No, no, no. It’s fine. I’m fine. There’s.. There’s a reason I act that way. I’m trained to. If I cannot see or predict danger, then I cannot prevent it. But who am I to police someone else’s idea of fun..

<Indistinguishable scribbles.>

I still struggle even to this day with such things.. And then I remember why I shy away from public events. I only become concerned for those around me, and then I… Act that way.

<More loopy, elegant scribbles with leaves coming out of them. Kind of resembling ferns.>

I’m sorry, Salthien.

I love you..

<Hearts and scribbles.>

I think I’ll go back to sleep now. Salthien’s sleeping face is.. too wonderful to stay away from. Even this negligible argument with myself melts away at the sight of him.

Ah.. Time to decide what truly matters in my life. Come here, you lovable green beanstalk..

<More violent heart-scribbles.>

<He tries to cross them out.>

<Fails.>

<Black mass of ink.>”