No red light can stop me

The word of the week I used is from this entry.

Title: Christmas
Fandom/original: Glee (SPOILERS for the whole first season – but not enough to ruin the plot, I think. Partly because the plot isn't great anyway. :P)
Characters: Quinn Fabray, Quinn's sister, (mentions Judy & Russell Fabray)
Rating: PG?
Word count: 481

I've always loved the scent of pine. It always reminds me of Christmas. It's the one time when my family seems happy and together. My mother always seems to drink less, and my father to be less concerned with his public profile. The atmosphere was always just lighter, and my sister and her husband have always helped with the mood.

( This Christmas, that all went to hell. )

This is my final Obernewtyn character journal entry - at least for the time being! :P I will eventually post them on ff.net - I even started to post the first one, then I'm not sure quite what happened... This one is Miky's entry, from during The Keeping Place.


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Dear Diary,

It has been several days since Angina was injured by the soldierguards. Although the healers assure me that he has passed the crisis point, I cannot see any change. He has not yet woken, as his body still heals its hurts. I have been sitting with him and using all my empathy to bind him to life. The healers are also spending much time with him. The futuretellers have been monitoring his condition, but they do not say much – they never do. Though Dell has brought me chocca a few times, and tries to reassure me, in her own way. It is kind of her.

Dameon spends much of his time watching over my brother - though "watching" may not be the ideal word. Regardless, he often sits with him, and keeps him company, and myself as well. We do not speak much, but his presence is a comforting one, and sometimes I find myself bathed in his empathised patience and hope.

Hannay and Freya have both been very kind, and have visited both Angina and myself many times. I am more than grateful for the journey to Sador, as it has given me such good friends as these. I find Hannay especially is always willing to bring me some food or chocca, to talk to me and keep me company – even to sit silent with me if he can sense I do not feel like talking.

I hope I shall always have such friends.

Love,
Miky

I figured my journal has been shamefully neglected, so I decided to post an entry. :) There's not much going on with me at the moment - still trying to finish uni - but here's a journal entry I wrote for Swallow when I couldn't get my head around my uni work. :) It's meant to be a bit of fun, not serious, in case that's not clear. :P
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"Swallow". 3rd Day before leaving Sutrium. Unspecified year.


Dear Diary,

Today I met a beautiful and fiery young woman. She claimed she was a gypsy, but of course I saw through her pretence. She has a strange bond with animals – or horses at least – but the strangest thing was the circumstances of my finding her: a dream... But I should not speak of this here. Who knows who may later read these words.

I found the girl being whipped by a beastly trader, and soon set things to rights, lecturing him on the true reasons why gypsies dance. I then gifted her with the cloth she had been admiring, noticing as I did so that her eyes were distant and flashed with a sense of pride even in her pain; she must have felt pain – her back and clothing had been torn to shreds. As I held the cloth up to her face she flinched and I said privately that she startled like an unbroken pony, at which she blushed and I couldn't help but laugh. I could tell she felt a certain attraction – her body betrayed her if her mind did not. I could also sense that she was like to a prickleberry – dangerous to those reckless or brave enough to try getting close. I was not afraid.

The best part was after we escaped the trader and the soldierguards, because I couldn't get the girl to be quiet, so I was forced to hold her close. She finally went silent, realising her danger, and after the soldierguards had gone I couldn't help but tease her about the gentler pleasures, something I could tell she had never yet experienced.

I had been following the girl because of my search for Iriny, but in the heat of the moment I impulsively stepped forward and kissed her. I couldn't resist an amused quip at her lack of opposition to my kiss; even though she childishly wiped her mouth and snapped at me, I could tell that she had enjoyed it.

I am pleased that I managed to find an excuse to see her again – as I tricked her into admitting her part in Guanette, and she is bringing Iriny – and I hope to find more about her secrets. I know she is not a gypsy, for all her claims, and I cannot imagine how she knows this name. Well, we shall see. I look forward to again seeing her dark silken locks and flashing green eyes.

Swallow