Monthly Archives: July 2013
“Days aren’t so hard. Weeks are hard.” Summer’s voice was muffled against his shirt. “Tell me you miss me. Tell me you want to see me.” She looked up at his face, resting his chin on his chest. “Love you.”
“I want to see you every minute I’m away. I just quell the feeling so I can focus on the job at hand.” It felt rude, it sounded rude, but truthfully, it helped him out. Unwanted emotions on set weren’t all that valuable and usually caused more harm than good. “That’s why I’m thinking that maybe I should just take you with me when I leave. I did it before with my ex-wife, and I still do it with Indio.”
Summer’s eyes went huge. “You … do? You do.” She squeezed him, smiling shakily and blushing hard. “Oh, Robert. I wish you could. I have a job, though. I have to be in New York sometimes. I can’t always telecommute.” It was upsetting, having to crush his hopes, and her own, but her job was important to her just like his was to him. “And who would take care of my cats?”
She chewed on her lip, trying to think of something she could offer him. “I can come visit you a lot, though. Getting places isn’t a problem. You just have to ask me.”
“I think there’s a simple solution to that. I don’t stay anywhere that doesn’t allow me to take my cats with me. They can simply stay at the hotel room. And, I know your job is important to you, but, for the record, what I make could support the both of us and all the cats fairly easily.” He sounded like he was bragging. And he kinda was to some extent. Robert placed a kiss atop of Summer’s head.“But, if that doesn’t interest you, then by all means, keep your job and come when you can. As long as I can see you, it won’t hurt my feelings all that much.”
“I need to think about it, okay?” It wasn’t just her regular job. There were things that she’d need to rearrange if she didn’t have a fixed address as much. “It’s really tempting. Just give me a couple weeks, okay. You really can just text me and ask me to come see you.”
I understand about singleverse players, and about characters reacting certain ways, and staying in character. But I’ve decided — if my muse goes out and says something absurd and probably sexual to your muse, and a third muse, who in one verse or another is romantically involved with your muse, threatens my muse — I’m going to drop you. Both of you, if I follow both of you. I’m choosing not to be involved with players whose muses react like that.
“I would if I’d seen you any time in the last month. As it is, I’ve gotta get what I can of your presence before you have to go back to work.” She sighed a little and pressed her face to his chest. “I only mind because I miss you.”
“You knew the dangers of dating someone who’s as busy with their work as I am. There are going to be times where you won’t see me for days at a time.” Even though he knew it was true, Robert couldn’t hide the feeling he had inside. How much he hated the fact he was away for so long at a time. “So, I can understand why you have to take the chances you can get.”
“Days aren’t so hard. Weeks are hard.” Summer’s voice was muffled against his shirt. “Tell me you miss me. Tell me you want to see me.” She looked up at his face, resting his chin on his chest. “Love you.”
“I want to see you every minute I’m away. I just quell the feeling so I can focus on the job at hand.” It felt rude, it sounded rude, but truthfully, it helped him out. Unwanted emotions on set weren’t all that valuable and usually caused more harm than good. “That’s why I’m thinking that maybe I should just take you with me when I leave. I did it before with my ex-wife, and I still do it with Indio.”
Summer’s eyes went huge. “You … do? You do.” She squeezed him, smiling shakily and blushing hard. “Oh, Robert. I wish you could. I have a job, though. I have to be in New York sometimes. I can’t always telecommute.” It was upsetting, having to crush his hopes, and her own, but her job was important to her just like his was to him. “And who would take care of my cats?”
She chewed on her lip, trying to think of something she could offer him. “I can come visit you a lot, though. Getting places isn’t a problem. You just have to ask me.”
In a fit of passionate despair, Summer swept everything off her altar with one arm. The carpeted floor was too soft to make the crash she wanted, and the candles went out before anything could catch fire.
Unsatisfying. She threw her head back and screamed, then kicked the table. It tipped over, but that was all.
Hot tears burned down her face, blinding her. “Useless. Worthless,” she panted, fists clenched painfully tight. “Not even the god you thought you followed gives a damn about your pitiful life. You should just die. Rip your own heart out and offer it to him, maybe that will be good enough.”
She dropped to her knees, bracing herself on her elbows over the ritual implements tumbled in a heap. Five gemstone cat carvings glittered up at her. “I’m nothing,” she whispered to them. “Everything about me offends him.”
One hand curled around the knife, shaking. She couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe. Everything was wrong. As if the world was sideways to her, and she couldn’t touch it. Or be touched by it. She lifted the blade, and a flicker of sanity wondered if she even had the strength to drive it into her own skin.
// I’ve figured out why I hate those “if you don’t put in the same effort (i.e. length) I do to a post I won’t rp with you!” rules/posts.
I am a superb writer. I can break your heart in four lines. I don’t need four half-page paragraphs to do it. I refuse to be a less skilled writer to prop your ass up.
Meanwhile, I leave Thursday to go down to the Keys for girls’ birthday weekend with my mom and sister, so I don’t expect to be available at all from Thursday night to Monday night.
“Apply to headache?” she hazarded. “Instead of, perhaps, frowning and making it worse.”
“How is that going to help my headache? I have a potion to help, I don’t need those.”
“Lavender oil is for relaxation. Amethyst is for headaches.”