“That’s…possibly the kindest word ascribed to him. Oh, no thank you,” her Sherry was still twirling itself away in a whirlpool at the bottom of her glass.
{৯}— Daniel quirked an amused brow at her words, moving back into the room and settling himself back in his armchair. He peered over his glass at her for a mere moment; questions filling his mind briefly.
“Where’d you come from? To get here— well, you just appeared, didn’t you? But before that. Where?”
Do your parents know you don’t like water?
[ Yes. Yes, they do. This is my issue… ]
Goddamn…that’s awful.
[ Yup. I might just stay in bed for the entire week, eating cake and drinking coffee. It’ll be fun. ]
Doesn’t sound too bad to me, actually.
[ I guess cakes and coffee is pretty good. I can just balance my psychology book on my lap— it’s pretty much the same as actually doing the revision, right? ]
Yygdrasil
What miracle is this? This giant tree
It stands ten thousand feet high
But doesn’t reach the ground.
Still it stands
Its roots must hold the sky
Do your parents know you don’t like water?
[ Yes. Yes, they do. This is my issue… ]
Goddamn…that’s awful.
[ Yup. I might just stay in bed for the entire week, eating cake and drinking coffee. It’ll be fun. ]
Still, no ironing.
Cruise?
[ Ha. If only— nope. Canal boat.
I actually think i’m going to cry. Me + Water + small boat = no, no. ]
Sounds wonderful actually. But that’s just me.
[ Don’t get me wrong; the area’s great for walking, which I love and it’s beautiful. I’m just terrified of water is all. I’ll be a nervous wreck no doubt. Humorous for all but me. ]
Do your parents know you don’t like water?
[ Yes. Yes, they do. This is my issue… ]
Still, no ironing.
Cruise?
[ Ha. If only— nope. Canal boat.
I actually think i’m going to cry. Me + Water + small boat = no, no. ]
Sounds wonderful actually. But that’s just me.
[ Don’t get me wrong; the area’s great for walking, which I love and it’s beautiful. I’m just terrified of water is all. I’ll be a nervous wreck no doubt. Humorous for all but me. ]
Still, no ironing.
Cruise?
[ Ha. If only— nope. Canal boat.
I actually think i’m going to cry. Me + Water + small boat = no, no. ]
She smiled and sat, returning to her sherry, “I am half a pure breed witch, that was me, as I would have been, as a male: result of a greyface gone horribly wrong. He now has his own life, but is not totally independent from me.”
{৯}— “He was…odd.” He’d resigned himself to the fact that this would not be a simple, ordinary evening. He’d accepted the idea that this woman may possibly, perhaps be something at least akin to magical. Another glass or two of alcohol and he’d be entirely calm about the situation no doubt, giddy in fact. With that thought, he drained his small glass empty, and stood to get himself a refill. Daniel gestured to her glass, “You?”
Won’t be doing your own ironing though…
[ It wasn’t even my own ironing she just had me doing, I do that anyway. She couldn’t be arsed to do her own again… ugh. ]
