"And I Don't Care if the Money's No Good..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

ARGH why am I so depressed? I was fine Tuesday and Wednesday, and now I am back in the pits of despair. Argh argh argh.

Important Fact: It is eegatland's birthday! She is the epitome of awesome, and should request fic(let).

I don't think there is enough Billy Joel in my life.

Mmmph.

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee Aang eeeee.

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

He is a dear, sweet kidlet!

Here, have Sasha interacting with a cranky (and very dead) empath!

*****

It annoyed Hisoka when he realized that the soft creaking of the dock planking was the first warning he noticed of Sasha’s presence. Now he knew someone was there he could feel him, but only barely. It was like Sasha was a smaller, greener piece of the forest, tinged human only by a slight, sharp edge of anxiety that was growing longer the closer Sasha – barefoot and precisely controlled – came to him.

“Hisoka?” Sasha asked, and yes, now that Hisoka was feeling for it he could feel the anxiety curl, coil, change shape. “It’s not really a - it’s a bad idea to let your feet dangle like that. Even in the sun.”

Sasha stood behind him, now, close, and Hisoka could still only really feel the difference between Sasha’s anxiety and the general background thrum of forest creature worry because he knew Sasha was there, and no, there was a difference, Sasha’s fear was more abstract. It wasn’t even really fear.

He realized he hadn’t answered, and Sasha was shivering, twitching a little. His shadow showed it, just a little. “I’m fine,” Hisoka said, “I’d like to see anything in this river try to eat me.”

“I wouldn’t,” Sasha said, serious, and though it wasn’t his stomach it was suddenly stabbing into, Hisoka felt the anxiety change, “There’s a voydanoi here. Please, don’t say things like that. He can’t resist them.”

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Eeee. eeeee.

(tag me! there's a brilliant idea!)

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Hisoka entertains me. (Meanwhile, his partner, Tsuzuki, copes with Babi's demands for ATTENTION - Tsuzuki's a demon himself, so.)

(Indeed! Indeed it is. *trots off*)

Also. Have Cyteen!River.

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When River wakes the room in her heart is a shambles, everything scattered every which way her vase is broken, her beautiful vase, and she can’t think how to put it back there’s too much to fix. She’s afraid. She’s afraid and the room is too neat and her heart pounds, physical heart, aorta and ventricles and all, because she is afraid, because the room is too neat, that is, the room she is sitting in, not the room that sits in her, room in her brain, and she’s –

Part of her knows she’s reacting all wrong, almost like a CIT, almost like, not like azi, which she is, like CIT, which she is not and never wanted to be and she is too frightened, too frightened, too frightened, she tries to be not there, to go somewhere else, but it doesn’t work because she’s not right. She wants Simon. She wants the supervisor, she wants Simon, everything’s wrong where is everyone it is not supposed to happen this way, the supervisor is supposed to be there when you need one, that’s the way it works, everything’s broken what and why and she doesn’t know she doesn’t understand she’s afraid. She wants Simon she wants her brother Simon Simon Simon.

“It was an accident,” they told Simon, “A miscalculation in the tape.”

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Babi: *EVIL EVIL AWESOME*

AGH. *cries*