An outdoor sleepover with a mute necromancer.
Linking minds and sharing dreams with an infuriatingly enigmatic comatose Phoenix.
Chauffeured ho by a cowgirl, convention-hosting internet star whilst also being proposed first-class V.I.P access to the aforentioned convention.
Reprimanded by an irate detective Succubus at my own ho for inviting another internet star as a temporary tenant/entertainnt and not bothering to keep a closer eye on him and his antics.
Inquired by my very own Elf-Knight so brazenly and achingly awkwardly as to whether or not I desire the loving affection of the opposite sex.
Show literally anybody else this topsy-turvy chain of events, and you'll earn yourself a sympathizer, patting you comfortingly on the back as they go with a tender smile, "Crazy week, huh?"
Week?
Didn't even get a chance to chew on so morning toast yet...
Pretty sure I just lived an entire month's worth of activities in the span of a single morning.
From doing absolutely jack shit for the whole damn week, to living an entire lifeti in a matter of hours...
Well, I can't really stand on a high pedestal and whine away 'woe, is ,' this ti - I pretty much begged for this, after all.
And I'm sure that co a few hours later, I'll be down on my knees, begging again once more.
By the ti nine o'clock ca and went, things went back to our regular schedule boring forecast.
Ash didn't stay for long... after a change of clothes, and her hair damp and moist - she knocked on my door and proclaid she needed to go out.
"Again?" I looked at the ti on my phone, my jaw slack and wide. "So soon?"
She walked over, breakfast in a silver tray, and placed the fine-slling cuisine down atop my lap.
"She insists I must."
"How? She ain't even here."
"I... am unsure how," Ash said, pulling back a lock of hair sticking to her face. "I just know that she does."
And with that statent bordering the cryptic and the foreboding, off she went... never to be heard again, 'least not till evening.
Two things ca to mind watching her go.
One: Sera and I are gonna need to have a talk about whose Knight is whose. Feels as if she's already got her part of the deal while I ended up with the short end of the stick. That's gonna need so rectifying.
Two: I seriously gotta get Ash that phone...
Speaking of phones, I was back to swiping and refreshing - my newsfeed once again coming up empty.
More theories about the Sludge. A fundraiser for victims most affected... and that's it.
Jay continues on his streak of dead silence.
So... what now? Ash has taken care of breakfast, giving Adalia the chance to sleep in till late afternoon - and the rowdy rough entertainnt machine has worn himself down to the bone, and was now snoring blissfully away in the guestroom as well.
Welp, can never go wrong watching random videos over breakfast in bed, and I know just what to watch.
Saw a pretty interesting video on my feed. So guy decided to stay in a random stranger's ho for twenty-four hours.
Should be a nice way to kill ten minutes.
Pressed play, watched three minutes through, paused, and tried to not fling my phone to the wall.
The second-hand embarrassnt I got was worse than any of Irene's training. Thought maybe I can get so solace in the comnt section - yes, I am a fool... I know.
For what it's worth, it was still a rather pretty entertaining read. Reading outsiders' comnts on my daily was... enlightening to put it one way.
Everyone had sothing to say about everything... everything except for that is.
One side, you got people gushing over the quiet timid little lady on the couch. On the other, voices aplenty stood by the irresistible allure of Amanda.
Scrolling even deeper unearthed a dedicated following for the white-haired Elf-looking girl that appeared later in the video.
If only you knew 'LordEdge420', if only you knew...
I got tossed to the curb - everybody was too busy preoccupied with arguing among themselves over who's best girl.
Which... sounds about right.
Hold it - wait, there was one comnt regarding ...
Oh, okay...
Sure.
My plate was left with only bits and crumbs, thought that'd be my cue to get up from my bed.
Then sothing unexpected happened which I should really start expecting more of to happen nowadays.
My phone went a-buzzing.
A text ssage from a contact na that I have not seen for ages too long.
Lil' Sis Sammy
This was a surprise.
I didn't even think, I just tapped. The video shrunk, and the ssage expanded...
Our chat history... wasn't exactly the most expansive.
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That was the first ti we conversed after I left for the city, and it was still visible up there without even lifting a finger to look for it.
Absolute nothing after that.
Until now.
Four words after four months. Yeah, that's Samantha, alright.
Was bemused at first as to how she knew, and then not a mont after, an image popped up beneath her ssage, and all was made clear.
A screenshot of grumpy-faced by my doorway... only one place she could have gotten that photo from.
I readied my thumbs.
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Got a reply back almost instantaneously.
Proud of you, Sammy. Got a smile on my reply shooting a text back.
Hasn't changed one bit, this girl... always the one to dig the knife deeper in with relish.
Not sure where she got her cruel streak from. Good guess and my only guess - I wager Mom.
Speaking of which...
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From what I can surmise reading her words, things back ho had sowhat llowed out.
But just to be sure...
Two minutes this ti.
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Owie... that hurtie. I'm telling mommy.
I muttered as I wrote,
Got just the perfect coback for that, but like I said - boundaries. I let her have it.
What the hell does that even an?
She continued to type out.
I started to type... then stopped. Co to think of it, I wanted so outside perspective, didn't I? What's a better change than now.
Erased my sentence whole, and started a brand new one.
Instant reply.
I smirked, typed,
Can't believe I'm actually asking my sister just who among my companions she ships more with - this was like the most convoluted version of 'She loves , she loves not'... guess the morning wasn't done continuing to baffle ...
Why don't I just start picking on petals instead?
Three minutes, nothing. Four minutes, still nothing. At five, I was beginning to get concern. How much thought is she really putting into this?
My display flickered off remaining on idle for so long... but just as I was about to shoot another text disregarding the whole thing, Sammy finally replied.
Photo again.
The last few seconds of the video - midnight at the park. I know that scene there, I lived that scene. Tyler was filming go, disappearing into the night amongst the trees and bushes. I rembered seeing the last of them before the foliage shrouded them completely - I rembered seeing Ash, the look of worry on her face.
This was another angle of that night of that mont, of that expression.
The way she stared, the tenderness in her gaze... her hand on her chest, clutched into a fist. It was just a photo, a single static image... but sohow it just resonated deeply with emotion. Her emotion.
That night, her face was showing with more that just worry...
Sammy texted.
Outsider perspective...
What a dangerous perspective...
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