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"They Give Him Prescriptions They Shine Bright Lights On Him..."

So it's three-forty in the morning, I'm hiding in the hotel bathroom, and the upshot of all of this is that I won't have internet access (although it's been limited anyway, hello home) until at least Tuesday next. So I would like preemptively to wish everybody happy Christmas and other assorted appropriate wintry holidays; I adore all of you. <333

Also, that if you'd like you should request a drabble for Christmas, because I'll be home with nothing to do a lot AFTER Tuesday next and I need to do more writing. Primarily looking at Arthuriana here because I am horrible and not into that many other fandoms right now, at least not that I'm feeling. >_> BUT if you want one-hundred words of Arthurian or any-roleplay-game-I'm-in please just let me know!

Other news is that they decided there was a little piece of possible skin cancer in my side and removed it, and I got three whole stitches :D :D :D and they go off in ten days which is TOO LONG MY GOD THEY ITCH aghh I can't take it. OH and I don't have a thyroid disorder, it's just that normal iron levels are 60-113 and mine is 30.

ALSO and I will take a picture but I GOT THE MOST AWESOME SHEEP EVER for Christmas. I got him early for divers reasons and his name is Francis and he's almost as big as me HOW awesome is THAT? AWESOME and also that I got my grades back for this semester and I PASSED organic chemistry II with a C+ GO ME because that class seriously was EVIL ON WHEELS and you know I might be a little punchy, I think I'm going to bed now.

I hope they don't want me to drive to-morrow because I am going to be fuck-all use.

Edit: DELE DELE DELE I GOT ACCEPTED FOR THE NZ PROGRAMME BUT THEY WANT ME TO GO TO HAMILTON WHERE IS THAT EVEN?

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...........D: IT'S NEAR AUCKLAND :/

Hamilton's in the North Island, it's the next big city down from Auckland, like an hour or so away. I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SEE YOU :(

however I would like a drabble. idk what.

Well they are telling me that Otago is not convenient any more and I would get a better experience with Maori culture in Hamilton (b/c I am a religious studies kind of majorish thing) but they are still giving me a choice.

you have to say what.

They are probably right about the culture thing, ngl, but I am biased and want you to come to Otago :/

Something with Enfys and Sagramore that's not depressing! I am specifying that it must not be depressing.

Well yes. :( Does NZ have train systems or some way for me to visit YOU on holidays?

UM, well, ye-es, but to get from Hamilton to Dunedin you'd need to go liiiike a train down to the bottom of the North Island, then a ferry, then go down to the bottom of the SOUTH island, and I am not sure how that would go except for "a shitload of travel time and probably quite expensive", 'cause that is ridiculously far apart :(

Bugger all anyway. >_> Actually, it's looking like I might have to go to Greece instead because the NZ programme is really, really expensive.

He visits more than he should while she's recovering--assures himself that it's wrong to crowd her, that they're not meant to be anything, at least in one another's arms, they've agreed on that and his love frightens her, so he should leave her alone.

But he can't manage it as well as he should, and he comes and sits by her bed too often. She tells him stories about herself, dangerous things she's done, as lightly as if they were adventures she had as a child. Annuska isn't like this. Annuska is as lively, to be sure, but not the kind of girl who gets into trouble this way, not likely to have her bones broken and her blood spilt.

Enfys is as glorious as a rainbow, but nowhere near as invulnerable. Sagramore comes to her almost as much to be sure she hasn't spontaneously combusted into smoke as to enjoy her company.

One day she looks up and him and starts laughing, cupping her jaw a little; it still hurts from the fracture.

"What?" he demands. "What is it?"

"You're not keeping your promise. That's all right, I might even forgive you."

"Do you?"

"Yes." Her bright eyes watch him. "Just this once."

Hamilton is where my aunt lives! And practically right next door to me. In a global sense. How long will you be there?

And I highly recommend seeing as much of NZ as possible while you're there. It's a gorgeous country!

Oh, how cool. I would be there for a whole semester.

I am really excited about it.

Yay New Zeland! Boo skin cancer, but yay no thyroid disorder! And yay ochem II and boo not seeing you about online for a little. Thus my manic reactions to this post. Haha.

(Sorry I've been absent a bit as well - holiday prep has eaten my life.)

You know I'd love anything Arthurian you wrote for me. I seriously.... I can' even decide. I always adore Sagramore. And Ragnelle. And Percy. And the Orkneys, augh, see, I've just talked myself back into having no idea, idek. XD Whatever you like.

Ilu, Amy. Ilu more than a million shiny stars.

(I completely understand.)

>:D Prepare to be ficced.

"You know me, my lady."

"Indeed I do." Ragnelle laughs, her green eyes shining like sunlight patterns on leaves. "I know thou art wicked beyond all reasoning, and I should not hear thee or I may end in thy bed whether I will it so or no."

"Is that what they're saying? Truly?" Sagramore brightens considerably. "I had no idea it was anything so exciting."

Eeee, oh guys.

Sagramore: Yay! I do have a reputation!

Percy sits in the castle garden with his legs stretched out in front of him, the summer sun beating down on his red head, and Galahad lying beside him like a loyal dog.

"Wish you could meet my sister. You'd like her. She's real smart, she knows all kinda things I don't. She taught me just about everything--my catechism, my manners, how ta fight. Everything but sewin'. Ma taught me sewing."

"One of the nuns in the convent taught me to sew," Galahad says, softly.

"How'd you learn your fightin'?"

"God sent a man to teach me. The nuns allowed him to come within the convent walls and teach me, because God had sent him."

Percy grins. "Bet they liked that."

"Everyone was fond of him," Galahad allows, looking up at Percy and smiling back, his mouth shy, as if he isn't used to smiling at jokes.

"Well, sure. God wouldn't'a sent someone everyone woulda hated. There you go."

L.O.L. Percy/Galahad ftw, always.

(Cimorene still isn't too sure about him, though.)

Percy/Galahad is so easy. Also, Galahad is always delighted when Percy makes jokes and he gets them. He does not get Adult Humour, which is what a lot of the other knights go in for.

(Yes, well.)

"Arthur's going to send him away." Gawain's face is pale, his ordinary warmth replaced with a cold purposefulness. "There isn't anything I can do."

"Let him rot," Agravain growls. "I wish he'd had him killed. I'd have killed him. I could have done it myself. I'd have taken him out behind the stables and cut his face off, like he did to Mother, and he'd have deserved it. The sooner the better."

"He's our brother," Gawain says sharply.

"He's a mewling little coward who murdered his mother."

"God, don't talk of it." Gareth is white-faced, his cheeks still tear-stained. "I can't hear it. Perhaps he didn't know. He's mad, he's gone mad. He mustn't have known."

"That's why Arthur is only sending him into exile," Gawain says. "He's showing leniency. Gaheris isn't in his right mind."

"As if that excuses him."

"It's better than your excuse," Mordred says from the corner. Until now he's been silent, standing with his arms folded. "You're just a filthy son of a bitch with no honour to speak of."

"I should kill you too!" Agravain's colour is dark.

"For God's sake, all of you, be quiet. What's done is done, Arthur's made his judgement. He'll be sent away. If any of you want to see him off, he's to leave to-morrow. He and his wife are going to Wales."

"Fucking Wales isn't far enough," Agravain mutters, and Gareth is on the verge of tears again, but Mordred says,--

"I will. When is it to be?"

Poor, poor Orkney brothers. You guys are so.... augh. Thank you, Soujin.

:D!

I'm so glad you got seen to, medically--our Soujin must be in the very best of health.

NEW ZEALAND! AND SHEEP! IT IS A VERY THEMATIC CHRISTMAS!

That makes me laugh. a lot. because I am rarely ever wholly well. XD

ISN'T IT? :D OH MY GOD I GOT SO MANY SHEEP IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY.

SOUJIN - I was thinking about you all yesterday evening. :/

I am glad about the following things: no thyroid troubles, OChem, awesome sheep, NZ!!

I frown upon the following things: skin cancer, no interwebs, low iron.

I would adore a drabble, but since I do not write fic gifts I always feel like a horrible greedy thing that is greedy asking for them. But I do love them. (I have saved all of yours in easily accessible to me spots so I can read them when I need happy things.) But since you have offered I will ask anyhow. I would like a Wee!Sagramore drabble (I was pining for him last night) or I would also accept a Gary of any stripe.

ILU SO MUCH

AND WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, EH?

Me too!

And, really, the nice thing is that all of those things are correctible--at least, the potential skin cancer is out, the internets are back now, and I have a pill for my iron.

Pff, don't feel greedy at ALL. Or wallow in your greed; that is always fun. Anyway, I have not got your drabbles done yet, BUT I WILL. Soonest.

ILU TOO HOW WAS YOUR CRIMMAS?

Hm, probably I was thinking OMG I MISS SOUJIN AND I WOULD LIKE TO CHAT WITH HER AND ALSO THE IMAGINARY FRIENDS SHE BRINGS ALONG

My Crimmas was good! It's kind of still going on, sort of, which is why I am scarce on teh interwebs and also why I still owe you a tag on Britannia b/c it's wacky social-item times over here.

Aha! Well, that is a reasonable thing to think, I think. I suppose.

Oooh. No, take your time. Socialtimes can be fun! :D

He doesn't mean to spend so much time away, but somehow every time he thinks of going back something keeps him--Mordred, mostly Mordred, but Gwytha too, and then Maggie comes to Camelot to sell her lambs, and before he knows it a month and a half has passed since he was last in the middle world with Rhianna.

As soon as he notices he makes the journey, as easy as it thankfully is. Her tent is there where it always is, and Sagramore suddenly wishes he had brought something, a gift of some kind, liquor or nuts and figs or even jewels, something for her to have. When he stammers an apology to her, though, she just takes his smooth cheek in her hand and kisses him.

The kiss, more than anything, makes him regret the time he's missed. She is the warm truth and understanding, she is the one who he almost dares to think knows him to the heart, knows him as well as Mordred. Bedded down in the blankets in her tent, she feels the same as she did a month ago.

He's amazed at how relieved he is.

*wibble*

I love this. (And it's a good thing he didn't bring a gift. She's worse at accepting gifts than she is at accepting compliments.) He's been good for her.

We need to thread with them soon, whenever life slows down a little. :)

ILU SO MUCH. Thank you thank you.

(Yeah, I figured. He didn't. XD)

<3333! ILU.

"Gaheris."

"Shh." He holds up his hand, silencing her, and she realises he's nestling Lunete against his chest, holding her carefully to him. "She's sleeping, don't wake her. I got her to sleep."

"Thyself?" Lynet comes a step closer.

"Aye, for the first time." He smiles at her, and it's a radiant smile, a smile such as she hasn't seen in years, not since the madness began to take him. God, who would have guessed that exile, of all damned things, would have helped? Out here with nothing but heather and herself, and he's getting better, he's finally getting better. "Look at her."

"Aye, she's her father's daughter, she's snoring."

Gaheris laughs under his breath. "She is not."

"Listen to her!"

"I have been. I could hear her heartbeat. Oh, Christ, she's the most beautiful child in the world."

She rolls her eyes, but she goes to him all the time, and smooths back Lunete's hair. "If she looked like the devil's own, thou wouldst say it anyway."

"She looks like her mother."

"Thou prove'st me in the right."

"Ah, ah, wife, th'art growing contentious. Let me put her down and I'll come to thee."

Lynet watches him settle Lunete in the wooden cradle he built during the long winter before she was born. He looks like any other man. Oh God, like any other man.

She's dreading the day the exile ends.

*wibbles moar*

Soujin, thank you. *squeeezes*

*lurves*

*hugup!*

I am glad you have no thyroid disorder! And also that if you had skin cancer it is removed! Hooray!

Also I totally love that you say "divers reasons" <3<3<3

I will find out soonish whether it was skin cancer or not--she said she'd call after New Year's, so I guess next week? You tell me.

I always say divers reasons. XD I have to work really hard not to write it in papers and stuff.

SOUJIN *squishes*

REBECCA <3 <3 <3

Yay New Zealand! My cousin studied abroad there and said it was the best.

Happy early holidays-!

Really? What was it like?

Happy late holidays!

He said it was so beautiful and there were so many awesome outdoorsey things to do, which he's a big fan of.

Oooh.

I know that's not much-! But I could ask him more about it, if you'd like. :o

Could you? That would actually be really great.

He's difficult to get ahold of sometimes, but I shall do my best! ~~*salutes*~~

Dismissed, private!

I'm glad that your thyroid is okay. :DD

And happy holiday things in advance, I do hope your stitches will be okay until then.

Me too! Iron is a much easier problem to solve.

I got them out on Christmas, my very own Christmas present. They're doing quite well now.

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