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Someday, I would very much like a cd full of Irish/Scottish drinking songs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpOoPQ6JmbM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASX07hDa0pE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsyjfJn0kb4
I signed a petition to get rid of Walker today. Serves you right for targeting my heroes.

Also, eating jellybeans, missing doing things that're fun, and slightly nervous about the Roses. Isn't that always the case?

In particular, I'm worried about Nephamael. Very questionable guards have sent their introductions to me of late, very excited to begin work. It makes my skin crawl--these men are more Azrael's guards than mine, that is sure.

Also, I've been having nightmares again.



Last night, in addition to one awesome dream (involving flying, as usual), there was on in particular.

Katie took me to dinner at the Pine Cone. I was in full Rose costume. My favorite; a green mermaid-tail dress that flourished, with open armed sleeves that were billowy. It's not in-your-face-Tinkerbell! Green, it's more of a green like brooding, a green like the light you get after rubbing your eyes too long. That type of green. It's pretty.

The hair is my own color wise, but it's styled like River Song's. The elf ears poke out from behind the crazy curls. My skin is pale, though. I'm not wearing contacts (?), but my eyes are blue--my favorite color blue in the world. They flash in-between what they normally are and that color. Like me when I'm awake, dream-me doesn't know who I am or what I am.

Like me, Dream-me is conflicted.

Anyway, we have a date. I'm skipping over the specifics, basically a few impossible things happen--but in the end, she drops me off at Finley's house. I fall asleep.

When I'm awake, dream-me doesn't open my eyes. I feel kisses on my neck and assume it's Finley.

Like all my nightmares, it isn't.

You know who it is, don't you, non-existents?

Of course you do.

It's Ryan.

Azrael's costume is just like the one I saw him wear last time I saw him, on the Riverside, when Alice stood in for Katie. A red velvet coat (as any good Rice fan would be wearing), woven with golden waves (my own pattern) along the rims of the coat, dancing down the broad shoulders. The broad collar is there as well.

Do you recognize this description? You should.

http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users15/deathofanightmare/default/the-ancient-marius--large-msg-117311027556.jpg

He's a thief!

Not important. The vest is the same pattern, but it's a subtle silver-blue. The ragged hair is that of Gary Oldman's Sirius Black. It frames his face well. The scarred skin is still scarred, the ripped arms still ripped.

Lord Azrael is every bit what he should be. When I open my eyes, realize, I open my mouth to scream, but he breathes on me. Gold powder wraps around me, and I'm just me again--not Eliac anymore.

My hair's a little longer, and the makeup looks silly now that it isn't framing the carefully-applied Mixed features. I look like a child in a Moon-elf costume.

"This is," he said in the voice that could kill you, the voice I hope you'll never hear, "not how you should be, Lady Eliac." He gestures at my dress. "You're a human now."

"Do not presume to advise me," I snarl in my best and most threatening immortal voice, "I am--"

"The Law? You think I don't know?" He snarled.  "You gave up the immortality for the love. Don't think that I don't know that. Fuck you, whore, you realize you're endangering her? You realize that, don't you, that the one you love is the one fate tempts me to target? You're aware?" 

"You can't," I said softly. "It's done with. I promise you, she will never be in danger--"

"Like he wasn't?" He gestures at Finley. Finley's dead. Blood drips from the wound in his neck.

"Two for two," warns Azrael, licking my fiance from his teeth. "Watch your future."

I wake up in tears.


It's past noon.



Oh, non-real people, how I wish you were here to see this.
How I wish you had something to say.