mamagermany

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

We always had medium sized thanksgivings. I think we used to alternate between my grandma on my dad's side and my grandparents on my mom's side for thanksgivings, but when both my grandmothers died, we started hosting it at our house, where it's been like 90% my dad's side of the family, and then we'd bring my remaining grandfather over. My boyfriend wanted me to join his family for thanksgiving, but I can't abandon my mom and dad for the holiday now. Not when in the past year my grandfather died and my brother moved away and can't make it back.

Ugh, between trying to do what's best for my family and seeing my brother and trying to spend time with my boyfriend, this is gonna be a tricky holiday season. I'll probably be doing a lot of driving and spending a lot of money, because I got Christmas, and Hanukkah, and my mom's birthday, and my boyfriend's birthday, within like a week of each other.

I was rereading your reply, starting to formulate my reply, and I just realized something - Jaspin's furious that Elizabeth is robbing him of the release of death. But vampires can be killed. It can happen. After he's turned, does he ever put a concentrated effort into dying?

The Empress of the Underground

I don't know if I've ever been jealous of someone in high school or anything. Because there are a few things that no matter what's going on in my life, they're constants that I didn't have back then and I'm better off having. Like, no matter how little sleep I'm getting in college, I can consistently wake up later than 5:45, when I had to wake up for all of middle and high school, and I'm better off for that.

Well, we certainly have a setup for a romance where the lovers aren't compatible.
We an sure try to nudge it in that direction, perhaps when the shock for Xander isn't so fresh. What I'm thinking about discovering is, why does the empress fall in love with him? What makes him different than anyone else, or any of the other bearers she's had? What makes her care more about him than anyone else?
I'm asking rhetorically, really. Not looking for an answer right now. Just something I'm thinking about going forward.

The Empress of the Underground

All his talk, and what did it mean to her? Not much, really. He hadn't agreed to come quietly, not really, anyway, so what did anything else matter? If anything, his babbling was a little bit amusing. He was still trying to treat her like another of these surface creatures. Did he truly believe she was nothing more than a crazed human? He had to be an absolute idiot. Her bearer this time around was an absolute idiot.

He was trying to leave. The fire didn't scare him anymore. Of course, he knew the flames wouldn't hurt him much. She understood. But that still wasn't acceptable. She was done playing around. When he began stepping outside her ring of flames, she cast her hand out, like she had before, with a disturbingly gentle smile on her face.

A tremor shook the small convenience store. The ground beneath his feet rocked. A deep bass-like sound came up from the floor. With the sound came the first crack in the tiles. From under them both, the floor began to split, cracking like ice on a lake. The debris covering the floor began to fall away and the roof above their heads began to splinter. The fluorescent lights snapped and sparked, the pipes burst, and the plaster began to fall. Everything in the store fell towards the sinkhole that had formed before everyone's eyes. And the empress just watched, calm and controlled, with the assurance that it was all over for him. No more talking pointlessly. Just fall, and she'd join him momentarily.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

Our turkey is pretty good. My dad makes it, by taking it to the driveway and frying it in a vat of peanut oil. It's great guy time for him and his brother in law. Just chilling in the driveway watching the turkey and drinking beer. I'm usually in charge of setting the table and baking the rolls, and sometimes I gotta entertain my little cousins a bit.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

The thing I usually look forward to the most is the chocolate cream pie my aunt brings. We can't get it around here.

The Empress of the Underground

There's something a little depressing in that. That my life as it's been going lately is something to be envious of. I suppose it's getting better now though. If just only slightly.

It wouldn't be worth it to repair. So I'm getting a new one over Black Friday. I'll do more research this time. Hopefully my next laptop will be hardier.

I had a surprisingly heartbreaking idea for far down the line. I'd love to hear what you think of for the future of these two, but in my head, it's the empress who falls deeply in love with him first. And has to understand that she terrifies him. And alters her appearance to look more human, as best she can.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

I can't wait for Thanksgiving weekeeeeeeeend, I'm just so friggin tired of having so much stuff to do all at once all the time. I can just loaf around and dick around on the Internet, like God intended of me.

The Empress of the Underground

I'm working on accepting that adult life seems to be nothing but one stressor after the other. It seems to be all I can do.

The Empress of the Underground

Just a few moments ago, she had considered the bearer boring. Unremarkable. Not worth much more consideration than any other creature she encountered while up here, only consideration for his power. That was a few moments ago. Now, however, he'd done something truly worthy of her attention. He surprised her. He surprised her by... almost considering coming with her. Almost. That's what it sounded like to her. She had a rare opportunity. She could actually convince a bearer to come with her, rather than throwing them down a sinkhole, as was basically the custom. The question now was whether she had the patience for diplomatic tactics.

His grievances against here were fair concerns for him, if not still beneath her care. What did she plan to do, he asked? She stared down at him with otherworldly eyes, deciding how honest she could afford to be.

"The only thing that is certain is that I will not leave this surface world without you." Again, her voice had that odd, honest, almost hypnotic quality. "You have a power in your blood that I need. A power no other creature on this surface has. It is that power that saved your arm." She glanced to the side momentarily. The creature somewhere outside the ring of flames didn't have that power, and now he didn't have that arm either. She looked back to him. "If you fight me, I will hurt you. If you come willingly, you will be treated well. Your treatment is in your hands."

Hopefully that would be enough information. If not, well, that was too bad for him. She had already been very courteous, too courteous. "I've already been far more generous with you than I need be. My patience is finite," she muttered, another honest declaration, with a barely veiled threat. It would do him well to consider, if this was her showing patience, what the consequences of impatience would be.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

I think I'm just running out of things to say, is the problem here. Not sure when I stopped having things to say.