FËASURIË

okay, my loves, so I got myself into a super weird position with this blog. I went and expanded in 20 billion directions all at once, including adding a bunch of new people to my dash and adding additional muses, and it’s left me feeling just all sorts of unsettled here. So, I’m going to be putting this blog on a semi-hiatus. What that means, practically, is that I’ll be responding to some threads with my friends / for select muses, but will follow up on neglected plotting messages, my interaction call, etc. when I’m feeling a little less unsteady. 

me earlier this week: katya you added too many muses and it wreaked havoc with your anxiety you need to stop. and remove some of the ‘by request’ muses you threw on your list.

            Somehow, the question snagged at him when her previous words had washed across the surface of his mind, blurring together indistinctly on her screen. Perhaps most embarrassing of all, Jim could not tell how long his absentmindedness had extended.  Had he missed but a sentence? A paragraph? What would have amounted to an entire conversation? He visibly pulled himself together, shifting his weight, straightening his back and shoulders.

            ❛ Yeah, ❜    he answered as he pinched the bridge of his nose, then ran a hand through his hair.    ❛ I’m fine. Would you mind starting over? ❜    

            It mattered, he reminded himself. He valued her insight, and at the moment he’d take any available options for improving Kalen’s status. He might lead a crew of misfits, castoffs from Starfleet, those with backgrounds a little too murky to serve on a starship, but that did not make them expendable, replaceable. No, his drifting mind had no foundation in lack of interest in her words, but rather in the two nights he had spent without sleep. Jim had no interest of voicing that particular tidbit of information when anywhere within earshot of a member of their medical staff. He would handle it.

Camille sighed as the book closed with a thud.  He wasn’t going to let her just glide on by anything.  She hated him a little bit in that moment (but loved him that much more).  “You’re annoying.  I love you, but you’re annoying,” she told him, although there was no real heat in her words.  She needed a friend like him.  Someone who would call her out when she tried to dance around what was going on in that head of hers.  Of course, she knew the tactics.  She had studied them after all and it made her want to dig her heels in just a little.  But in the end, she needed this. 

She had no choice but to stand, grabbing her jacket from where she had casually tossed it.  “You really are a glutton for punishment, Vincent. Perhaps the two of us should discuss that at length sometime.  But first, my pity party.  Let’s go down Bourbon.  They serve alcohol all hours of the day.”

            Vincent, without verbal acknowledgment, gestured her towards the street and fell into easy step with her. It was with a wry smile that he remarked,    ❛ If annoying is the worst you can say about me, I think I can live with it. ❜    He knew that there was worse that might be levied at him by others, after he’d left the regency to a child in a desperate bid to avoid responsibility.

( @feasurie​ ; vincent asked for it ) 

She heard him coming and knew by the sound of his heartbeat, just who it was.  The smile on her face was thin, holding no real joy.  Instead she went back to carefully moving the dark objects from the boxes they had been stuffed in to their proper home.  When he finally entered the room, she barely lifted her head to acknowledge him. 

“Are they sending the big guns now?” she asked with a short laugh.  She turned to look at the man who was her friend (but would he really want to be her friend now?).  “I am almost flattered — which one of them told you?  Klaus?  Elijah?  Did they beg you to make it better?  No, that is beneath them.  I bet they threatened you instead.”  

Of course they would.  They only spoke one language.

“I am sorry you got roped into this.”

            Vincent approached more cautiously than one ought to approach a friend, arms crossed before him, hands tucked under his arms. The position left his shoulders slightly hunched. He leaned against the doorway, lingering there, just upon the border.    ❛ Funny enough, they don’t have to threaten when I’m concerned about my friend. ❜    He ignored her apology; there was no remorse in her tone, and even if there had been…

            His present involvement was not her fault.    ❛ And no: the Mikaelsons didn’t send me, Cami. I came on my own. Because I care. ❜    He would not be some dog, to bide at the Mikaelsons’ bidding, go hither and thither upon their whim.    ❛ You wanna talk? ❜

Hello, my loves! In the interests of my sanity and the smooth-running of this blog, I’m going to be making some changes.

1) I’m going to be moving Gabriel Lorca to his own blog. Because even though this is breaking all my rules for how I manage my rp hobby right now, I’m realizing that he’s going to play about as nicely on a multimuse as Klaus would. 

2) I’m going to remove some of my by request muses. I’ve gotten a little “muse happy” recently, in a way that’s going to wreak havoc with my sanity. I have so much anxiety with new canon muses and added a bunch of them all at once. Until I have time to properly invest in getting to know the characters so I can write them properly, I’m going to remove them from my list.