However, that was all soon to be fixed! With any luck, he would soon land a job within the castle walls, which would put him just a slot higher amongst the other peasants. If he was on a better level with those who had authority, he could feel better about the safety of his family. Or, well… what he hoped might one day become a family.

Smiling to his feet, the elf continued walking down the main hall, having been wandering around until it was his turn to be heard. The sound of laughter just beyond the grand doors signified that it might not be too much longer. As such, he forced himself to stop pacing, turning toward the meeting hall and folding his arms behind his back as he cast a nervous smile toward one of the guards. Met with no response, he instantly frowned. So far this was looking like it would be a sufficiently awkward trip—a thought that only added to the rapid palpitation of his heart as guards on the inside began to open the doors.

“Don’t you worry, my lady,” one of the earlier voices called, as the horse carrying its owner trotted out into the hall. The man who had spoken was young in appearance, though his countenance bore signs of stress, and his once dark hair was peppered. Coming up beside him on a horse of his own was a man of about the same age, though of noticeably better health, his own hair a bright, contrasting orange. As he drew nearer, the elder of the two smirked, playfully punching his friend’s shoulder. “Jaden here is going to father my apprentice.”

“My lord!” the redhead hissed, his cheeks darkening as mention was made of his future spawn. “My lord, I haven’t even asked if she holds any interest in being my mate!”

Though the elf had begun to smile to himself in the background, such words seemed to hold no effect on the man to whom they had been spoken. “Do not feel so discouraged, my friend. I can already tell that the next lord will share your blood.” With that assurance given, the elder smiled, having been about to proceed forward, until his eyes landed on the waiting room’s occupant. “Oh, forgive me,” he said hurriedly, giving a dip of his head. “Were you waiting long?”

Having picked up on this man’s position, Lycoris instantly assumed the proper attitude. “Oh, do not apologize to me, my lord, for I am but a simple equerry,” he said in the midst of an extravagant bow, smiling up at the men on horseback. As he straightened himself, however, the elf gave a nervous laugh, scratching just behind one of his elongated ears. “Or at least, that will be the case if their majesties agree to take me in as their worker.”

“I see,” the grey-haired lord replied, a smile still in place. “I am Lord Aulis, and the man at my side is my captain. If you secure your place here at the castle, I trust our horses will be in capable hands the next time we pay a visit?”

“That is the idea,” Lycoris replied with a smile, searching his mind for any mention of the lord’s name that he might have remembered, in hopes that he could discover what land the other governed. Unfortunately, it seemed nothing was coming up. Of course, this was just as well, for suddenly Jaden straightened himself, his eyes turned toward the front of the castle as he sat at full attention. “Come, my lord,” he spoke, his voice calm but commanding. “It seems the pups in our unit are having a hard time controlling themselves.”

Hearing this, the elder sighed. “Ah, yes, well… Best be on our way home, then,” he suggested, bidding his horse to begin moving once again as he headed for the exit. “Good luck, stable boy. I have a good feeling about you here.”

And with that, he took off. Though Lycoris couldn’t help thinking that had been an awfully peculiar way to dismiss someone, he wasn’t entirely certain what else to do, other than head toward the meeting room, and state his position. He never would have suspected that a stable boy like himself might need to be given the wish of good fortune, but who knew? Perhaps the horses here were more challenging than he expected.

I WROTE WEIRD THINGS.

UM SOME PEOPLE MIGHT BE OFFENDED BUT I DON’T CARE ONLY JOSI READS MY SHIT ANYHOW.

ENJOY JOSI.

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Oranges

He lay with his stomach pressed to his bed, examining the brightly colored fruit he held just before him. For a while, he simply rolled the sphere around in his hands, seeming lost in his thoughts, eyes blank but mind full of activity. Eventually, the young boy rolled onto his back, blonde tresses spilling over the bed. Carefully, he lifted the orange, digging his nails into the peel and pulling the fruit’s skin away. As the mist settled upon him, the young boy inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and taking in the scent.

It reminded him so much of his lover—of the time they’d escaped, just for one day, and seen all the bright colors of the orange grove. It reminded him of the way they’d stared, and admired, until their eyes found each other. It reminded him of how beautiful they were, until Raphael said nay—he was the beautiful one. It reminded him of how badly he’d wanted to taste one, until he’d learned his lover’s skin was far more appealing, and how Raphael had promised to get one until they’d become so tangled up in each other it was near impossible to tell which arm was whose.

It reminded him of all the love he felt for Raphael…

… and all the life he felt when it was just the two of them, making love.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, and took a bite.

Sir Princess

He took a deep breath, and released a nervous sigh.

She entered the room, faux smile held in place.

He took a seat, brushing aside his hair and straightening his frilly gown.

She adjusted her boyish shoulders, lifting her gaze and smiling politely.

He lifted the fork, taking a dainty bite of the appetizer.

She made the motions, but could taste nothing, for she was just a mask.

He moved his lips, but no words came out, for he had no voice.

She engaged in cheerful conversation with the guests, for she was the voice.

He took a sip of the wine, the intoxication helping him forget.

She set the glass down, the intoxication helping her remember.

He began to wonder how long he could hold this up before it drove him mad.

She reflected on everything, trying to pinpoint the moment she had gone mad.

He glanced at his father, begging him for permission to leave.

She smiled politely, silently agreeing to her father’s wishes.

He looked away, feeling his heart broken once more.

She drowned the heartbreak in more wine, brushing away confusion.

He knew exactly what everyone wanted him to be.

She had no idea what she was anymore.

^ The song I listened to while writing this. Tis by Lara Fabian.

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As I walked into the house that night, cold rainwater dripping from my body, the rest of the world having gone to rest long ago, the sound of his voice was simultaneously the most comforting and heartbreaking thing I had ever heard.

He must have been so worried…

How could I possibly blame him? Life simply isn’t fair. Nothing works out for the good anymore, it seems. Everything is just going wrong, wrong, wrong. Love me, hate me, hold me, don’t touch me… I can’t even read my own feelings anymore, but one thing is for certain. Right now, my heart yearns for him, above all else.

As he took me into his arms, ignoring the cold rainwater that soaked through his clothes, the warmth of his body was simultaneously the most comforting and heartbreaking thing I had ever felt.

How could I do this to him…?

It was obvious he had waited up for me. When I first cracked open the door, he had been fast asleep, upper body collapsed over the family’s kitchen table. As I stepped in, bringing the outside storm with me, he seemed to snap from his sleep, and with a cry of my name, rushed without beckon to play the part of my hero, protectively enveloping me in his frame.

As he held me, keeping me close as he removed our rainwater-soaked clothing, the scent that engulfed me was simultaneously the most intoxicating and intimidating smell to have ever touched my senses.

He’s so gentle, so kind…

I stood naked, vulnerable, having easily cried all the liquid from my body in one day. He’d tried a couple times to convince me to find something of his that fit, but I didn’t want to bother. Today, I didn’t care. I just wanted him, and I felt he understood. I was completely warmed, the scent of cinnamon and wildflowers flooding my nostrils, filling my lungs with pure desire. His body, having provided such comfort, was now helping to fuel the flames of passion, helping me to forget everything.

As he caressed my flesh, and I his, noting the rainwater that still clung to both of us, the sweet and salty flavor of his skin was simultaneously the most intoxicating and intimidating taste to have ever touched my senses.

He’s amazing.

It was effortlessly that he captured my attention. Even if my eyes hadn’t been squeezed shut, I’m positive I’d have noticed nothing but him. He was all I needed to lose the world. He was that perfect transition between earth and heaven, where nothing but our union, our divine connection mattered.

As I opened my eyes, gazing at the other weary form, rainwater having been replaced by sweat, the sight that greeted my eyes was simultaneously the most beautiful and wondrous thing I had ever seen.

And in this cruel, unfair world, where nothing works out for the good anymore, all I could think was…

He’s perfect.

THAT.  $220.25 plus that bullet and about five dollars in nickels.  And I’ll probably need to give the bullet back. :<  Why it was among quarters, I have no idea.

LOL BANK ACCOUNT

ANYHOW, um. About the title, rather than a little rant on how much of a dick my dad is, I chose to make this my first blog post. Unable to think of anything better, I decided to start by explaining a little job my Grandpa (Papa) gave me.

This:

From this jar of quarters (taken after I put those on the table):

He wants eight quarters for each state. Four for him, four for Jojo (my Grandma.) Well, except Minnesota, where he was born. XD He wants 10 or 12 of those, I have to call him and confirm. This comes with a set of rules:

1.I am not allowed to let anyone else help me.
2. My parents are not allowed to touch the coins or the jar.
3. If there are any mistakes, he’s going to send it back and I need to figure it out myself and fix it.
4. I get to keep whatever is left over. :3 My dad’s willing to bet at least a hundred dollars.
5. I am NOT allowed to spend it on anyone else.
6. Take as long as I need.

SOUNDS GOOD TO ME. XDDDDDDDDDD It gives me something to do between posting for roleplays. AND HEY I’M MAKING A PROFIT Dad says I should open a savings account. Honestly, I think that’s a good idea and I probably will. There are a crapload of nickels and Canada things in here tho’ wtf Papa.

Hodang. I’ve already sorted 8 states into sets of 8, and have well over 50 quarters that haven’t been sorted yet on the table, and look at how much is left in the jar:

O HAY MOM’S HOME
I’ll post how much I earn when I’m done. AND MAYBE A STORY TO GO WITH IT~

Edit: Fuck you dad. T____T I just got in trouble for asking for the rolls for quarters because apparently mom wasn’t supposed to know WTF dad how the hell was I supposed to hide it from her? Now he’s liek UR GONNA GIT ROBBED FOO