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klenaOK, so this isn't quite the Wednesday entry that I hoped to post. Because I suck. And there's no porn. Because people *pokes* didn't suggest enough to me. So, no porn in this entry. Woe and betides.
Work rang me yesterday whilst my girls were here (delivering this AWESOME belated Christmas gift from Libby) and asked me to work today. I said no as I only have my two *legal* days off this week and the guy from work almost sounded annoyed that I couldn't. Fuck off, I'm working all this weekend aren't I?
But anyways~! I got a letter from Leeds inviting me to an open day. On the 22nd. Hmmm...If flights don't cost too much and I have the wit to remember to book work off, we might go! :D
So yeah. That's been my life the past few days. Except for the WOAH ROOM CLEAN today. That was cool. And I watched "House" for the first time ever with Mum. :D
Now....I'm gone. Haha, I lie. I have my little giftlets for people to give out! :D
Oh the pain of pretty!Victorian-poet!Snape :D
Selkie
This is the tale of a foolish man who learnt how to keep his promises and the creature that taught him the lesson.
The young man in question was a fisherman who lived in a small village just off the east coast of Northern Ireland and was the subject of much gossip amongst the women of the town for he was a handsome young man, fit of body and fair of looks. The ladies would breathlessly mutter in their circles of his dark long hair and his eyes, the colour of the stormy, unsettled sea.
The men would mutter about how unnatural it was for a fine young man like that - and pleasant enough of nature - to live alone in a house along the cove of the ocean and whispered that certain facts about him did not quite add up. For example that he had not been born in the village - not in any of the neighbouring fishing villages - but could catch fish as well as any of them or that he would often make odd remarks about the creatures living in the ocean.
However none of this idle gossip meant anything to the man for he was unconcerned with such things - his mind was full of loathing for the people and his only respite was the sea and the promise of things beyond it. And yet, when he found himself able to sail forward and vanish from that place, he was unwilling too. This puzzled him - but caused him no great concern. Nothing caused him concern.
Then a curious thing happened.
One day he wandered along the sandy stretch near where his boat was moored and further up to the rocky coves, weaving his way around the jutting rocks and the pools of water when he heard a noise that made him stop in his very tracks. Listening a little closer, he heard a voice like none he had heard before - gentle but intense and rippling with a lilt of an accent he did not know. It seemed as if the voice was calling him, although he dismissed the thought the instant it formed as ridiculous.
Yet his mind would not dismiss the noise and he found himself walking quietly to the direction of the voice, eventually finding an enclosed cove except for a gap in the rocks and the ocean itself.
The waves seem to beat as loud as his heart as he peered around the break in the stone, both curious and afraid of what he might find. And his eyes found the source of the voice in the form of a young person, naked as the day they were born, apparently washing some odd garment in one of the rock pools facing the ocean. The young man blinked several times in confusion for the identity of the person has not revealed itself to him nor could he understand why the young person was undressed in the middle of the nippy spring months.
His curiosity outgrew his fear as he studied the form of this stranger further - the person was a lithe creature, almost frail he would have said, with markings that seemed akin to scars upon their body - marrings that trailed all down their back to the curve of their backside, and even upon their ankles and delicate wrists and fingers. The being made another noise - like that of water bubbling - and shook their sandy golden locks from their shoulders to fall around their face before lifting the garment as if to inspect it’s cleanliness.
And the young man gasped for he saw that what he had perceived to be a garment was actually the skin of a seal and the tail of a fish.
And the creature turned to look at him.
Stunned, the young man was - taken aback by the beauty of this creature; this Selkie kneeling before him, its long hair falling over a good bit of his elegant face. The Selkie too seemed stunned and dropped their skin into the pool in fear before scrambling frantically back towards the ocean. The young man dashed forward and seized up the skin from the water as the Selkie stood and babbled something frantic and desperate. The young man cocked his head as if attempting to understand the garbled language of the sea creature and found himself studying the form before him.
Despite the slim build, the Selkie was male and the marking he had seen upon his back and legs wound around his body, forming an exotic pattern along the ripples of his stomach muscles and the delicate skin of his inner thighs. The Selkie seemed suddenly aware and surprisingly embarrassed about his nudity and cried out once again in his oceanic language, covering himself with his hands and looking away from the other’s gaze.
“I don’t understand,” the young man said clearly, taking a step toward this beautiful young man. The Selkie’s eyes darted around anxiously as if looking for a weapon or a means to escape and, when finding none, gestured towards his skin and cried out again - this time his voice almost keening.
And something within the young man broke at the cry. He frowned and moved closer to the young man who continued to back up until he was pressed up against a wall of a cliff.
The fisherman extended the hand that wasn’t holding the Selkie’s skin, and cradled the younger man’s chin in an attempt to study the face which had been obscured by his hair. The Selkie gave a half-hearted protesting cry but offered little in the way of resistance and met the young man’s eyes.
He could see the ocean in them and waves and the Selkie‘s home - despite the fact that the colour was not the colour of the ocean, but more akin to the colour of his hair. And at the look in the fisherman’s eyes, the Selkie found himself afraid for himself and pleaded once again with the man for his skin. But a deep lust had been stirred in the fisherman and he found himself unwilling to let the creature go.
Instead, he held the skin behind his back and smiled. Releasing the Selkie’s chin, he patted his chest over his heart and said
“Sirius.”
The Selkie looked at him for a moment before attempting to repeat the word.
“…shir…asha…Sir…Sirius.” At the encouraging nod from Sirius, the Selkie removed one hand from the rocks and drummed his long slightly webbed fingers over his chest and spoke once again in his native tongue before finishing with
“ashta…Remus.”
“Remus?”
The Selkie dropped his head and blushed at his name before nodding gently.
And Sirius smiled.
All done as if an Irish story-teller was telling it too. :D That was fun. I can't wait to do "Children of Lir" and the rest of the Selkie story for you~~!
Kate, I so felt like cheating and giving you this:
but I thought it was only fair for you to have a fresh piece of art. And here it is!
Tim, I've never drawn Orcs before! I hope these ones are OK~! *hugs*
AND LASTLY
I leaned against a lamp-post in the rain and gasped, leaning on my knees. It hurt so much my heart didn't even know what it was screaming about, after a while... it only wanted to scream. And then I would remember that I wouldn't see her again, and I would never touch her again. And that she had died without me... after I had yelled and walked off.
I lost the will to stand. The street was deserted, and I fell into the water at the foot of the lamp, leaning against it and wishing the rain would wash away the hurt I felt. I didn't cry, I sobbed. It hurt, feeling that. Feeling how out of control I was. The same thoughts repeated in my mind. Why did she have to die? Why was I breaking down so hard? What had we been? All I could remember was her hands on me, and that scared me. All the thoughts and questions boiled down to one secure question; What have I done?
"Judas?"
The voice sounded familiar against the rain. I forced myself to look.
Deionaera, looking slightly battered, with silver-blue blood running down her face and chest, stoof before me. The rain was cleaning her pale skin of blood, but it was obvious she had found Sallas... at least temporarily. She held her sword in her left hand, low and tired. When I met her eyes, she gasped. Her sword contracted on itself with a metallic chink noise, and she holstered it at her back. "Judas!"
And now I go to type stuff for mum and research flight prices to everywhere~! :DDD And then I work tomorrow!
Work rang me yesterday whilst my girls were here (delivering this AWESOME belated Christmas gift from Libby) and asked me to work today. I said no as I only have my two *legal* days off this week and the guy from work almost sounded annoyed that I couldn't. Fuck off, I'm working all this weekend aren't I?
But anyways~! I got a letter from Leeds inviting me to an open day. On the 22nd. Hmmm...If flights don't cost too much and I have the wit to remember to book work off, we might go! :D
So yeah. That's been my life the past few days. Except for the WOAH ROOM CLEAN today. That was cool. And I watched "House" for the first time ever with Mum. :D
Now....I'm gone. Haha, I lie. I have my little giftlets for people to give out! :D
Oh the pain of pretty!Victorian-poet!Snape :D
Selkie
This is the tale of a foolish man who learnt how to keep his promises and the creature that taught him the lesson.
The young man in question was a fisherman who lived in a small village just off the east coast of Northern Ireland and was the subject of much gossip amongst the women of the town for he was a handsome young man, fit of body and fair of looks. The ladies would breathlessly mutter in their circles of his dark long hair and his eyes, the colour of the stormy, unsettled sea.
The men would mutter about how unnatural it was for a fine young man like that - and pleasant enough of nature - to live alone in a house along the cove of the ocean and whispered that certain facts about him did not quite add up. For example that he had not been born in the village - not in any of the neighbouring fishing villages - but could catch fish as well as any of them or that he would often make odd remarks about the creatures living in the ocean.
However none of this idle gossip meant anything to the man for he was unconcerned with such things - his mind was full of loathing for the people and his only respite was the sea and the promise of things beyond it. And yet, when he found himself able to sail forward and vanish from that place, he was unwilling too. This puzzled him - but caused him no great concern. Nothing caused him concern.
Then a curious thing happened.
One day he wandered along the sandy stretch near where his boat was moored and further up to the rocky coves, weaving his way around the jutting rocks and the pools of water when he heard a noise that made him stop in his very tracks. Listening a little closer, he heard a voice like none he had heard before - gentle but intense and rippling with a lilt of an accent he did not know. It seemed as if the voice was calling him, although he dismissed the thought the instant it formed as ridiculous.
Yet his mind would not dismiss the noise and he found himself walking quietly to the direction of the voice, eventually finding an enclosed cove except for a gap in the rocks and the ocean itself.
The waves seem to beat as loud as his heart as he peered around the break in the stone, both curious and afraid of what he might find. And his eyes found the source of the voice in the form of a young person, naked as the day they were born, apparently washing some odd garment in one of the rock pools facing the ocean. The young man blinked several times in confusion for the identity of the person has not revealed itself to him nor could he understand why the young person was undressed in the middle of the nippy spring months.
His curiosity outgrew his fear as he studied the form of this stranger further - the person was a lithe creature, almost frail he would have said, with markings that seemed akin to scars upon their body - marrings that trailed all down their back to the curve of their backside, and even upon their ankles and delicate wrists and fingers. The being made another noise - like that of water bubbling - and shook their sandy golden locks from their shoulders to fall around their face before lifting the garment as if to inspect it’s cleanliness.
And the young man gasped for he saw that what he had perceived to be a garment was actually the skin of a seal and the tail of a fish.
And the creature turned to look at him.
Stunned, the young man was - taken aback by the beauty of this creature; this Selkie kneeling before him, its long hair falling over a good bit of his elegant face. The Selkie too seemed stunned and dropped their skin into the pool in fear before scrambling frantically back towards the ocean. The young man dashed forward and seized up the skin from the water as the Selkie stood and babbled something frantic and desperate. The young man cocked his head as if attempting to understand the garbled language of the sea creature and found himself studying the form before him.
Despite the slim build, the Selkie was male and the marking he had seen upon his back and legs wound around his body, forming an exotic pattern along the ripples of his stomach muscles and the delicate skin of his inner thighs. The Selkie seemed suddenly aware and surprisingly embarrassed about his nudity and cried out once again in his oceanic language, covering himself with his hands and looking away from the other’s gaze.
“I don’t understand,” the young man said clearly, taking a step toward this beautiful young man. The Selkie’s eyes darted around anxiously as if looking for a weapon or a means to escape and, when finding none, gestured towards his skin and cried out again - this time his voice almost keening.
And something within the young man broke at the cry. He frowned and moved closer to the young man who continued to back up until he was pressed up against a wall of a cliff.
The fisherman extended the hand that wasn’t holding the Selkie’s skin, and cradled the younger man’s chin in an attempt to study the face which had been obscured by his hair. The Selkie gave a half-hearted protesting cry but offered little in the way of resistance and met the young man’s eyes.
He could see the ocean in them and waves and the Selkie‘s home - despite the fact that the colour was not the colour of the ocean, but more akin to the colour of his hair. And at the look in the fisherman’s eyes, the Selkie found himself afraid for himself and pleaded once again with the man for his skin. But a deep lust had been stirred in the fisherman and he found himself unwilling to let the creature go.
Instead, he held the skin behind his back and smiled. Releasing the Selkie’s chin, he patted his chest over his heart and said
“Sirius.”
The Selkie looked at him for a moment before attempting to repeat the word.
“…shir…asha…Sir…Sirius.” At the encouraging nod from Sirius, the Selkie removed one hand from the rocks and drummed his long slightly webbed fingers over his chest and spoke once again in his native tongue before finishing with
“ashta…Remus.”
“Remus?”
The Selkie dropped his head and blushed at his name before nodding gently.
And Sirius smiled.
All done as if an Irish story-teller was telling it too. :D That was fun. I can't wait to do "Children of Lir" and the rest of the Selkie story for you~~!
Kate, I so felt like cheating and giving you this:
but I thought it was only fair for you to have a fresh piece of art. And here it is!
Tim, I've never drawn Orcs before! I hope these ones are OK~! *hugs*
AND LASTLY
I leaned against a lamp-post in the rain and gasped, leaning on my knees. It hurt so much my heart didn't even know what it was screaming about, after a while... it only wanted to scream. And then I would remember that I wouldn't see her again, and I would never touch her again. And that she had died without me... after I had yelled and walked off.
I lost the will to stand. The street was deserted, and I fell into the water at the foot of the lamp, leaning against it and wishing the rain would wash away the hurt I felt. I didn't cry, I sobbed. It hurt, feeling that. Feeling how out of control I was. The same thoughts repeated in my mind. Why did she have to die? Why was I breaking down so hard? What had we been? All I could remember was her hands on me, and that scared me. All the thoughts and questions boiled down to one secure question; What have I done?
"Judas?"
The voice sounded familiar against the rain. I forced myself to look.
Deionaera, looking slightly battered, with silver-blue blood running down her face and chest, stoof before me. The rain was cleaning her pale skin of blood, but it was obvious she had found Sallas... at least temporarily. She held her sword in her left hand, low and tired. When I met her eyes, she gasped. Her sword contracted on itself with a metallic chink noise, and she holstered it at her back. "Judas!"
And now I go to type stuff for mum and research flight prices to everywhere~! :DDD And then I work tomorrow!
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Date: 2006-02-10 12:25 am (UTC)That story gave me chills. You're very talented, love. I could see everything so clear in my mind. I have heard the story of the Selkie before. Or at least, some version of it. I believe it was in one of the Celtic Mystic Faery books I read this summer.
OMG I SHOULD SO SEND YOU MY ADDRESS AND THEN YOU CAN ENTERTAIN ME WITH IRISH STORIES WHILE I AM AT SCHOOL AFJDAKFHJDASKFJDSA BEST IDEA IN THE WORLD. MAIL FROM YOU!!! *dances*
(PS, you should post this in
JDAKFJJDAKLJFDKADFAF EYELINER SNAPE. AND SIRIUS/REMUS. AJFKDJAFLKDJA My day's been shit and seriously, you just made it so much better. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2006-02-10 12:35 am (UTC):D It was fun. It's not usually the way I write but I made an effort to write the way the storytellers tell the tale. That's only the first half of the story. The sex and the tragedy is yet to come! Selkie's are widely known Irish mythological creatures. Actually the Orkney isles and Scotland both have Selkie tales too. Faery books! Jawesome.
OMG DO DO DO DO! I'll even doodle and illustrate and ramble for PAGES and PAGES. BEST IDEA EVER. WELL DONE MY FRIEND~!!! *dances too*
(I would...but I feel lazy. I probably will, but tomorrow maybe. :DDD)
EYELINER!Snape! :DDD
Awwww, sweetie~! Has your day been that rotten? I'm glad I'm helped a bit. It'll be your turn when I undoutably have a shit day tomorrow~! ♥ ♥
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Date: 2006-02-10 12:40 am (UTC)OMG YOU SO SHOULD AND I'D RAMBLE FOR PAGES AND PAGES AND DOODLE AND BE CRAZY AND TELL YOU STORIES! DMGD?FKGDFGlSD@F;lsDF BEST IDEA EVAH~! WELL DONE MY FRIEND!!!! :DDD *dances too*
(I would post it...but I'm lazy. Meh. I'll probably post it tomorrow. :DDD)
ldksjskd EYELINER!Snape. Never before and never again! :DDD
Awwww, sweetie~! Has your day been rotten? I'm glad I helped in some small way. And you get to repay me tomorrow when I'll undoubtably have a shit day in work tomorrow! ;D ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2006-02-10 03:47 am (UTC)These are SO HOT, Kat. How doooooo you do eet? *pinches cheeks*
YOU'RE BACK AND I DO LOVE YOU SOOOOOO!!!!!!! <3
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Date: 2006-02-10 09:54 pm (UTC):DDDD *gets cheeks pinched and grins* I TRY. Actually, I dunno how I do it. Watch me sometime and tell me :DDD
I AM BACK AND I LOVE YOU TOO SOOOOOOOO~~~!!! You do know
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Date: 2006-02-10 10:59 pm (UTC)OMG we should try to hold an online fandom family reunion. That would be awesome.
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Date: 2006-02-10 11:10 pm (UTC)OMG. SO WILL PLAN ONE. So everyone can meet and...bollocks like that. VALENTINES DAY, ha ha! Except no.
OMG OMG OMG. I WANT A REUNION. ACTUALLY, AN ONLINE FAMILY MEETING. :DDD
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Date: 2006-02-10 11:11 pm (UTC)We can e-mail out invitations and start a thread on a specific date!!!
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Date: 2006-02-10 11:16 pm (UTC)WHEEE~~~! I'm going to work on the Family tree now. Tomorrow night it will be posted! :DDD
We need a date. A date not too far away but with enough time to let people get together. And the timezone thing...hmmmm....
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Date: 2006-02-11 07:03 pm (UTC)Well, if it's an el-jay post, it can go for a few days or so...:D That way, timezones won't be a problem. How does later this week or early next sound?
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Date: 2006-02-11 08:43 pm (UTC)That is indeed very true...:DDD Just have to prod everyone into replying to it constantly, ha ha! Sounds awesome! I think I'm off this week from Monday to Wednesday but have to recheck the schedule tomorrow.
In other words, about 1am tomorrow after the close I'll tell you when I'm working and how we're fixed for it :DDD
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Date: 2006-02-11 08:47 pm (UTC)Who's journal do we post it in? Should we set up a temporary community?
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Date: 2006-02-11 08:56 pm (UTC)I dunno. I have no problem hosting it in mine? Or would a community be better, do you think?
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Date: 2006-02-11 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-12 12:30 am (UTC)What about you?
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Date: 2006-02-12 06:34 am (UTC)SCHEDULE!
Date: 2006-02-13 02:12 pm (UTC)So - where do we stand? :DDD
Re: SCHEDULE!
Date: 2006-02-14 04:36 am (UTC)I'd say Weds. is the best day for me, though, as I'll be out most of the other days.
And?
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Date: 2006-02-15 12:24 am (UTC)My journal then? :?
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Date: 2006-02-10 12:43 am (UTC)How can I ever repay you~?! ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2006-02-10 12:57 am (UTC)But I am assembling packages for people and the like. Is there anything you'd like from The Emerald Isle?
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:10 am (UTC)...
My heart beats for you.
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Date: 2006-02-10 09:55 pm (UTC)...
Is it OK?
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:46 am (UTC)Also: Did you ever get that darned Saiyuki calendar yet? =^^= I know you got your box 'cause you mentioned devouring Pop-Tarts, but I have not heard word of the scroll....
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Date: 2006-02-10 09:58 pm (UTC)Dunno about the rockage talent...but it's fun~!
YES I FUCKING DID OMFG I OWE YOU SUCH ART BUT I HAVE NO SPACE ON MY CEILING OR WALLS OR DOORS TO PUT IT UP AND I AM SAD BUT I OWE YOU PORN LIEK WOAH FOR IT AND I'D MARRY YOU AGAIN FOR IT. :DDDDDD
In other news, it is awesome. What can I draw in response? :DDD *keywords at you*
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Date: 2006-02-12 05:14 pm (UTC)Your Selkie is a chick! She's been doing nothing for about a year now, ne?
Yeah! Well, Al's kinda fallen off the face of the earth. I hardly ever see her and Mark on chat anymore to discuss stuff, and I've been almost entirely off chat for the past month myself, while I contemplate what my therapist's mind will come up with for me to say to Glen at Katsucon this week.
Remus!Selkie needs to be written more often.
And since I have never seen it done before, that leaves it all up to you, my dear!
(Does anyone else hear a dog command in "Sirius" and "come" in the same sentence? Someone should so write an Animagus fic where Remus "trains" Sirius to...come...on...command. XD
YES I FUCKING DID OMFG I OWE YOU SUCH ART BUT I HAVE NO SPACE ON MY CEILING OR WALLS OR DOORS TO PUT IT UP
Bwahahaha! I ended up having to hang my calendar on my coat rack. XD I've also hung things from the backs of chairs and doorknobs. It is truly sad when there is literally no room left, no? XD I'm glad the calendar is good stuff! I don't know Saiyuki well yet (outside of CFUD *LOL*), so I didn't know if the art in the calendar would just be stock images you'd already seen a million times online.
What can I draw in response? :DDD *keywords at you*
In honour of the randomness of the EOE SL, you should eventually do a pic of a drunken rooftop party with people like, for example, the CIH, Seffryn (who totally cannot hold his liquor), Deionæra (who doesn't drink at all), Locke, Zaion, uhh...whoever else is gonna be bumbling with the crew. Take your pick. XD
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Date: 2006-02-12 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-10 01:28 pm (UTC)Bishie Orcs!
Now theres a genre to start!
Thank oo Wifey *GLOMP*
Hope you make it to Leeds!
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Date: 2006-02-10 09:59 pm (UTC)Bishie Orcs!...They're not that bishi, are they?
Genre starting is a speciality of mine ;D
*Is totally glomped* You are so welcome, dear~!
Me too. But Bristol is pretty likely too!!!