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|Friday, May 20th, 2005|
::holds up her baby:: Introducing Faramir John. Six months belated, but it took this long to get him a name and a gender
|Sunday, November 14th, 2004|
|Wednesday, July 14th, 2004|
::cabinfevered from staying in her room, Naike decides to wander around in the hopes of finding anyone to talk to::
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanybody home? Anybody?
::sighs and leans on a door she ought to have found familiar -- but doesn't::
|Friday, July 9th, 2004|
Today I sat outside in the gardens and it was lovely. I napped a little on a bench. And then the baby kicked, and I could see it through my dress!
|Monday, June 28th, 2004|
::has fallen asleep in the kitchens amongst the remains of a late-night meal, the food and hour working together to produce some interesting effects::
Galdor . . . Galdor . . .
|Monday, June 21st, 2004|
Yesterday I had lunch with Gorlim, because I tickled him and therefore won and my prize was lunch.
And then I had dinner with Galdor, because he was nice and there was an apple and I might've sucked his thumb for the juice on it. >.<
And if I don't see food for another week, it will be too soon.
::stays in bed and moans::
|Sunday, June 20th, 2004|
Happy Father's Day to my baby's daddy!
Whoever he is. :)
|Monday, June 7th, 2004|
|Saturday, June 5th, 2004|
::kisses each one of the Elfs on the forehead lightly before dropping a note by the door and leaving::
::curls up by the wall before the Quarters and sleeps::Naikele has overstayed her welcome.
|Saturday, May 29th, 2004|
|Sunday, May 9th, 2004|
Happy Mother's Day to anyone who isn't me.
|Friday, March 12th, 2004|
|Sunday, March 7th, 2004|
| They’ve come for her. She knows it as soon as she opens the door — nearly as soon as they knocked, but she got up and looked anyway. And here they are, one at her door, several more in the hallway. It takes one glance at the one most hidden from her sight to see they’ve brought restraints, and she
“I’m pregnant,” she tells them. “Something awful has happened, and I’m too scared for you to tell me what it is, but you don’t need those. I’m not going to fight you.”
They look at each other — they’ve been warned, don’t believe her, she’s insane but we have to help her — and the restraints are taken away. They tell her. She nods.
“I’d like to be alone, please.”
And because their king is dead, because there is an usurper on the throne, because of a million different things that have come to change their minds, they leave her be.
|Thursday, February 19th, 2004|
This is smutty.( Noro and Galdor have seeeeex. Rated R/NC-17?Collapse )
This is me having sex again. Yes, all in one day. No, you don't get it in a cut.Norolinde:
So I can have sex with Namuras, right?Namuras:
. . . kay. ::jumps on him::Namuras:
>.> *tries out that foreplay Noro was complaining about last time*Norolinde:
. . . cool. <3Norolinde:
're we done?Namuras:
>.> since my mun forgot to write anymore...Norolinde:
Cool, thanks. ::pats::
Two down . . . Current Mood: predatory
|Saturday, February 14th, 2004|
|oh, what a tangled web . . .
. . . yes, Gorlim?Gorlim:
*POUNCES* Guess what guess what guess what???Norolinde:
What's up, little man?Gorlim:
It's VANTREENS DAY! Norolinde:
::smiles:: That's nice. ::ruffles his hair:: Gorlim:
*pounces and HUGGLES*Norolinde:
::hugs him back:: You're too sweet, Gorlim. Did you get any presents?Gorlim:
No... *confused* What kinds? Norolinde:
Well . . . little things. That people give to each other to show they care. Kind of like a birthday present when it's not your birthday.Gorlim:
No? How awful, we must remedy it. ::puts him down and takes his hand:: What sorts of presents do you like?Gorlim:
Um. All kinds!Norolinde:
::grins:: Anything specific? Normally you'd go all mushy with the presents, but I think you'd like some . . . more manly stuff, am I right?Gorlim:
Um? When we give presents I get buttons and thimbles and fun things! Norolinde:
Oh. How does a piece of cake sound for starters?Gorlim:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REAL cake??!?!!!?!??!Norolinde:
Of course real cake, silly.Gorlim:
::smiles widely at him:: And then maybe I can take you out looking for better presents?Gorlim:
Of course there's more.Gorlim:
. . . Gorlim, we like to take care of people here.Gorlim:
*jumps* PICK ME UP PICK ME UP PICK ME UP!!Norolinde:
. . . kay. ::picks him up:: Oof. You've gained a little weight, I think. That's good.Gorlim:
*kisses her* Norolinde:
::blinks:: What was that for?Gorlim:
You'w nice. Norolinde:
. . . oh. You're nice too. ::pets his hair:: Cake now?Gorlim:
|Saturday, February 7th, 2004|
*snuffles Gorlim* manthing!Gorlim:
*sits very still*Monet:
manthing cub . . . *licks his nose*Gorlim:
*smiles* Helloooo.... *pets cautiously*Monet:
*snuffles his face, grooming him*Gorlim:
eeee! *grabs Monet and huggles him*Warm furry!( Cute!tiny!Gorlim, food, and a little crying.Collapse )
|Saturday, January 31st, 2004|
|Wednesday, January 28th, 2004|
| It's time to wake up.
Things aren't going to get better for a long time, but she's come back to be a help, and not a bother. Sleeping, she's dead weight. She's something to worry about.
Awake, she's not.
Sitting up in bed, keeping her eyes open, she clings to the wall and pulls herself up. She has someplace to go, back to the hall with her children to take care of.
Working her way slowly to the door, she spots someone in bed that makes her knees give out.
Pulling herself slowly, painfully across the floor, she reaches her daughter's bedside and clasps her hand.
. . . Ully . . . oh, Ully . . .
|Monday, January 26th, 2004|