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...No, to answer someone else's question, I've never been pregnant nor wished to be. Karl's the only one of us we know was once capable of fathering a child. Whether it'd still be possible even for him, well, it's a moot question.
I'm happy for them, but no, I wouldn't trade places if I could.
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Feb. 20th, 2006 @ 02:17 pm
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She manages to get through a polite if angry conversation with Willow's best friend and two of the girl's co-workers, when they realize what's happened. Oz at least understands that the Riders, powerful or not, are *not* unlimited. He's hurting, but
he'll be all right. His lovers and their newest family member are the best "medicine" for him just now.
Cerridwen's bent the rules as far as she dares, in this case. There's little that can be done, save to grit one's teeth and get on with things afterward.
After that, and the night with Michael, she needs a short time away from people.
She'll be around if anyone wants her. It's not like she's limited to one place at a time, none of them are. |
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She'd meant to find Oz first; as Willow's maker, her former lover and friend, if anyone had the right to be told what had happened, he did. However, a quick search showed her that the young man wasn't on Earth. Cerridwen's eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of where he was. Now wasn't the time to distract him
or risk weakening him.
She left his message with Faith and Brien, and saw to it that Willow's letters to
Carolina Jacks, Mike & Draco, and Richard Kimble were left where the intended recipients would find them before too many more days had passed.
The redheaded witch's body had been taken to a morgue outside L.A. They'd have to see to that; allowing her to be autopsied or buried wasn't a particularly good idea. Any medical examiner worth her salt would notice a number of disturbing anomalies in Willow's condition.
Tadc had said he'd handle it. Cerridwen carefully didn't ask questions about what exactly he meant to do. Her brothers' methods of hiding things were certainly thorough, but they also tended to be gruesome at times. Not that she cared, but if Michael asked about details, she'd prefer not to have to dodge him or lie.
Which brought her 'round again to the last two letters.
For Samael, and for "her" Michael.
The other notes had been fairly innocuous, as Karl pointed out, and her friends might draw some comfort from knowing that she'd seemingly been happy and thinking of them
just before...but the letters for the Sorcerer and Michael were a bit more revealing.
Still. Samael might well know already what had happened, and this was the girl's final wish. Then, honor it and be done. Or so she hoped.
Cerridwen nodded wearily. She'd find Michael last, after her other 'errands' for the next few days were finished, so that there was no chance she'd be obliged to leave him after she gave him the news.
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Jan. 16th, 2006 @ 11:03 pm
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She'd left the pendant on after talking to him, but gone quickly upstairs to change into more casual clothes;jeans, boots, a short-sleeved blue shirt. Her hair tied back out of her eyes and braided.
The day was warm, faint breezes the only weather as she walked through the hallway to the entrance.
Intercepting one of the majordomos, she asked it to find Michael and tell him she was
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Wide awake and thinking perhaps too much, though that isn't a habit I'm likely to break anytime soon. Soft laugh. I remember, last winter when we all arrived,
Gwydyr was wondering if he'd have to literally drag me out of the Tower library.
I tend to be a rather voracious 'bookworm', on almost any subject. He encouraged that, when we were 'younger'.
Not forgetting anything doesn't hurt, though sometimes I think...
Heh. No matter.
If I'm not careful I'll wind up with song lyrics stuck in my head again for a day or so. That annoys them--the other Riders--because if they're asleep when it happens, they dream about whatever the echo is. Not that we sleep all that often, we don't need to, unless one of us is hurt or unwell. Or using the dreamscape to contact or locate somebody.
H'm. Riding lessons, or practice? I know I said I'd take Michael. If anyone else would like to join us when we get around to it, feel free. Probably not for a couple of days, as he's training with Karl--and Karl wouldn't know 'easy' if it bit him somewhere.
Oct. 5th, 2005 @ 11:50 pm
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( memes )
Sep. 20th, 2005 @ 11:26 pm
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I have been feeling blocked in some ways with these characters, asked a friend of mine for opinions. After some thought, I'm spinning the Riders off into separate journals for RP purposes. Either I'll keep this one as Death/Cerridwen's journal, or as a writing journal for all four and a few other characters of mine, as i'd hate to waste the paid time and extra icons.
Any thoughts on avatars for Famine/Tadc and War/Evan? I've been working with mostly random images from Getty. It's worked so far.But.. Also, any suggestions on what most you'd like to see from them--old stories/their history, future, set now? more
interpersonal/romantic or family related SLs/? I do have some ideas for short and longer term SLs.
...okay and Tadc in my head is threatening to write a personal ad for someone else as well as one for himself. Should I sit on him, or are there any takers, IC?
Sep. 3rd, 2005 @ 12:10 pm
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( earlier discussion/orders given )
The Realm's warm. Clear sky and air that doesn't smell of smoke, explosives, blood,fear. He pauses then goes first to his rooms, changes out of armor and overjacket, into simple jeans and a T-shirt. Walking through the halls, he takes the route that leads to the library.
Sep. 1st, 2005 @ 10:29 pm
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He reads Miranda's letter and finds himself caught between laughter and disbelief.
The hell?
No. And he won't write back until he's had time to think.
He's not going to make the mistake of diving in again. Not even sure what she expects from him...or he from her and the rest of their family.
If he expects or wants anything but what they've already offered.
"It changes things?" For her, perhaps it did. He doesn't claim to understand the female mind.
He'd been there for months. She hadn't given any indication of 'wanting anything' from
him, had never spoken up until he left. Was it only that? The realization that he might not always be there, on any terms?
He starts on a letter to Willow first, and another to Julien, congratulating him on
the baby. Sends them off and heads into the inner city, wearing a human face. No one
looks twice.
Fights break out in his wake. He smells blood and panic on the air, and just shakes his head. Typical. His job is to do something to focus that energy, that violence and
drive, not to smooth things over.
Aug. 16th, 2005 @ 01:36 pm
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One big, happy family.
Usually.
However, there are times the Riders, at least, have gone years or decades without
seeing each other in the flesh. And the few times arguments have occurred that weren't
easily settled, it could be longer. They always meet up again, eventually, but.
He needs to be gone, for now. Packs the few things he would want to keep permanently.
The room he's had at the Tower will, with any luck, still be here--He suspects it will. They don't offer what they mean to take away.
Leaves notes for those that would need them. Love. Wishing well. Gratitude. Concern, and reminders that they can reach him if truly needed.
Evan's never claimed not to be selfish, or jealous, he'd point out if asked. Even when
he does care for people. Others need his...capabilities, and he'd prefer to feel he's serving a purpose.
Looks out over the cliffs, and steps out into space, air rushing past him for a second. Disappears. Traveling alone, he's no need to pretend to be human.
Jul. 30th, 2005 @ 04:37 pm
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He's not needed.
At the house in the U.S., for now. Cerridwen can babysit, if someone needs to; to the best of his knowledge, Gray's in no physical danger. Unless he opens his mouth again, the thought occurs, and he snickers. Well, Sharan and Gwydyr will be keeping each other busy. If the man wakes up, they'll be elsewhere too.
He heads to the Realm, going to the training rooms. The werewolf/musician may join later. Evan wonders, but doesn't look in on him. The Rider shrugs. Fine with company,if anyone wants to come in, but just as fine being alone. Sorcerers aren't the only ones who find habits to run as deep as blood sometimes.
Blades, to start. Warmup drills and simple forms. He takes down a longsword from
a weapons rack.
Jul. 29th, 2005 @ 02:50 pm
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She catches amusement from Gwydyr at her near abduction of Michael, before he withdraws, to let them be alone. Or as alone as one can get in a city this size.
No one looks their way as they pop in. Long practice at being unseen comes in
useful.
She smiles at Michael. "Food first, or do you want to continue arguing? Work up
an appetite?" A challenging note in her tone of voice, but laced with humor as well
as concern.
Jul. 25th, 2005 @ 07:02 pm
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Meh.
I'd rather one whack with a pan than trying to rake up some of this old stuff, but with everyone asking questions, She says we should let the history be set down.
My Aspect being war, you'd think most of my past exploits would be based on that.II admit, quite a few are, but that's not all it is. Each of us has our main...discipline, but there's other skills or capabilities we've picked up.
I'll write. Just--don't expect talk bout the 'start of creation' or times that far back.
When I...angered our former Overlord, he made sure I wouldn't have those experiences
left to recall. Or a lot else.
You'd think after so long, hate would cool. It doesn't, not always. 'S why we tend to keep to ourselves, or did. None of us wanted to put outside friends or acquaintances at that sort of risk, either. There were those powerful enough that he wouldn't have tried it, but they weren't common.
I was at almost every major war in the last thousand years. For those I didn't take an active part in, if I was bound Asleep, I was aware, so I remember.
No, I don't consider the current US/Iraq conflict in that light. Though if the U.S. seems to be developing empire-building notions...Mm. We'll see.
Hell, take your pick. I hadn't realized how much I remember of those times.
Laughs, flash of distant communication. No, I stayed clear of Ireland, hon,other deities or Powers were overseeing there. I do know the Morrigan, as she was one of the 'uncommon' people I mentioned, she and Lugh, but they wouldn't have appreciated my "help."
Europe?
As I said, nearly all of them. Okay. I'll write out that story later.
'Scuse me, someone's calling. I think I'd better answer, it's one of those that knows
the Four personally, and she sounds rather worried.
But soon.
Jul. 13th, 2005 @ 04:44 pm
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Suppose it's only fair that if my big sister and brother have to answer this, I take a shot at it. Maybe that'll make certain people stop either A)glaring at me when they think I don't notice or B)trying to hook me up with a (cute, I admit, but STRANGE)person we met lately. I can find my own partners, thanks.
"What do you look for in a romantic partner?"
Humanoid--No, I'm not being facetious. Try it sometime. Fill out a personal ad and don't, for example, specify that you want only people close to your own age, or only males, or only females if that's your preferences. The devil really is in the details here. As the occasional subject of screwed-up romances and blind dates, I can tell you it is.
I love women, never made any bones about that. Nor is it only...well.
I don't lie, don't make promises. I treat 'em nicely, unless that isn't what they want. Someone who's on the same page with me, that understands "now" doesn't mean forever, but can be happy about it without 'settling'.
Blond, red, brunette, black, I'm not picky. Though I like someone who's graceful, who smiles a lot, and tall enough to look me straight in the eyes.
Usually, I want someone who has some sass. I mean, please, if I want quiet and safe I'll buy a box of those vanilla cookies and some American beer and leave it at that. Someone who laughs, who has their own ideas and own thing going, not someone who's going to hang off me like a wet noodle.
Don't cling to me. I'm not a safety net, ladies and gentlemen. If you're afraid of sex or trying new and weird experiences, or getting in your s.o.'s face when you think he's full of it, you don't want me, not for long.
Jul. 8th, 2005 @ 12:51 am
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Allrightallrightallright!
I'm going to get you for this, big brother. You have to sleep sometime, and
I'll be waiting . Amused, if also slightly irritated.
"What do you look for in a romantic partner?"
Unlike Gwydyr, I didn't concern myself first of all with anyone else's whims or building alliances. What I was, meant I had enough to offer without playing games, arrogant as that may make me sound, once I was closer to 'adult'.
I looked, first of all, for courage, and yes, caring. Beauty fades, so does youth. For someone who looked beneath the surface. I've rarely been drawn to other immortals,
for some reason. That's--I don't analyze it. It's simply how things are, how I am.
Intelligence. Wisdom(no, they are not the same thing, and stop *rolling* your eyes, Evan, I mean it.)The strength to bend, not break. Joy in simply being alive, in family. Honesty, if not strict 'commitment' by conventional definitions. When you love someone whose lifespan or experiences can't match yours--
sometimes you may have to choose to let them go, or to take different paths for a while. Not always, but you have to allow them that choice if they want it.
So I suppose what would have to matter most to me is someone capable of understanding
that love isn't conditional, isn't limited, even for Death.
Right now? I'm not 'still' looking...
Jul. 8th, 2005 @ 12:06 am
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