I ordered a Sigurd and Citan doujinshi... so I have that to look forward to.. however it hasn't caused me as much glee as it normally would of. It is just material things.. *shrugs* I am also trying to make it so that it doesn't hurt as much, of course my success rate isn't too -big-. Thanks to everyone who has said something to cheer me up, I appreciate it. I just wish there was something I could do rather then sit here and be essentially useless. My mind is going in several different ways and the whatnot.. none of which are any easier or less painless.
I suppose I just feel like I have gotten a wing ripped off.. and it rather smarts.. not physically wise.. but emotionally I go between being -very- numb and -very- raw to the point of one touch and I want to curl up and die.
I've tried all I could.. now I just leave it in her hands... because that is all I -can- do.
I have come to a conclusion that when my angel wants to talk to me, she will. I just have to wait patiently until she does.... even if it means waiting for weeks.. perhaps months.. I will wait. *nods solemnly*
"If I caught the world in a bottle and everthing was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine me?
If I were smart as Aristotle and understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me."
I am going to write a Xenogears/Kill Bill parody.
I got the idea when I watched the end of Kill Bill II. .*cackles*
Citan in the roll of The Bride... out to kill his mun because she wrote him in an MPREG fic. *snickers* A parody because well I couldn't resist..
Note: I -really- wouldn't write Citan in an mpreg fic.. *snickers* But it'd make good fodder for a parody.. that's for certain.
"Come on Ricdeau, spin the damn bottle already." Jesiah groused good naturedly as all four of the Jugend Elements. He took a healthy swig of his ale and then shook out his hair from his eyes, his hair a silvery cast even as it hung in his crystal blue eyes.
"I do not see why I have to do this, after all Sigurd has kissed nearly -everyone- in the room, -including- you Jesiah." Hyuga said as he folded his arms across his chest and looked thoroughly indignant, looking visibly flustered even though he would of liked to believe that he was not taking this too seriously.
"Awww come on, Siggy wants a kiss from you." Jesiah said as he clapped Hyuga hard upon the back.
"Does he, now?" Hyuga raised an indolent brow as he surveyed the other silver haired man, this one though had all the rakish allure that Jesiah lacked, or perhaps it was the dark skin and belly ring.
"Of course he does.." Ramsus said and then nearly surpressed his grin. "He's a good kisser, Hyu.."
"I do not need to -hear- that he is a good kisser or not." Hyuga made a move to spin the bottle but then his hand paused over it's suggestive phallic shape and then cast a glance at his compatriots.
They nearly groaned at the halting of a game that had been proven to be more fun then they had anticipated, but then perhaps it was the alchohol buzzing through their systems. Alchohol which was annoyingly absent from the fourth's judgement facilities.
"Come on! Spin the bottle!" Jesiah said with a throaty chuckle.
"He could kiss me and -not- have to spin it.." Sigurd commented helpfully.
"-We- had to spin the bottle, he should too.." Ramsus chimed in diplomatically.
"Very well.." And then with that pronouncement, Hyuga gave a firm twirl of the bottle and for a few moments everyone's eyes was on the spinning bottle as it whittled down to a slower speed. And then finally it paused and Hyuga glanced up to look at the person it had pointed to.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, Ricdeau.. you -have- to.."
And surprisingly without too much protestation, that is exactly what Hyuga did.