Sinnian was tired; had been all day. Still he had found the energy to move from his bed to his desk and dig out a slightly dusty journal from a rarely used drawer. He wiped the dust from the cover, the blue color shining through much brighter afterward, and picked up a pen.
The first few pages were nothing but doodles. Birds, a poorly drawn pyro, flowers, a slightly better blutsauger, and a horribly smudged charcoal picture of Brooke and a cougar. He chuckled quietly looking at that one. The medic was horrible at drawing people.
The next few pages held a little list of people he had met along with a few notes alongside a few of the names. The list was special to Sinnian. All the names belonged to some of the first people he had met after waking up in his infirmary for the first time. So, in a way, they were the first people Sinnian had ever met in his life. Each name and every note he read over brought back pleasant memories.
Ivis. Pyro. RED. She's a nice woman. RED isn't so bad I suppose. Not if more of them are like her. Still not as good as a BLU though. She kicked my ass in battle maybe she is as good as a BLU. I got her back at least. She brought me candles once that smelled of pine. And a stuffed bear. She seemed a little frustrated when I thanked her and told her how good a friend she was. Did I say something wrong?
Fritz. Medic. BLU. He's nice, but he seems too worried about things. Poor thing. Definitely not afraid to show his emotions or spontaneously give out hugs. I like that. He keeps coming back too worried or stressed. I'm glad I seem to calm him down. That lullaby I know comes in handy. I think I've developed quite a crush on him. I wonder what he would do if I decided to kiss him... It's probably best I don't. I would hate to lose him if he turned out homophobic.
Brooke. BLU. I'm not quite sure what she does. She has a chainsaw so maybe she's a pyro? She's a carpenter. That's new. I like her chainsaw. I like her too. For some reason I've blacked out around her a few times. I wonder why. Found out why. I'm not sure I can write that down in case it's some big secret.
Engel. BLU? Yes BLU. I'm not sure what his title is. I should ask. He's a harpy. I hope I didn't seem too excited when I met him. He seemed a little down himself. I gave him that wine our spy gave to me. Then I bit him. We both wound up a little tipsy I think. He tasted good. I told him he was pretty. I do think he is. He's a gorgeous man. I think I'm falling for him. Why are all the men I meet so good looking?
Ples. I suppose he's a civilian? I think that's what we call non mercenaries. He's a strange fellow. It always sounds like he ticking like a clock. He says it's his pocket watch, but I'm not so sure. It wouldn't surprise me if he was robotic or something. That would be normal with what I've seen around here. He's a nice fellow though. He said something about a man named Worth who lived in his basement I think? Said he was a vampire. I'd like to meet him some day.
The list continued on for a few more names, but Sinnian had leaned back in his chair and was laughing quietly as he remembered back then. He had developed quite a few crushes hadn't he? Sometimes he wondered how his life would have turned out if he had pursued any of them.
After a moment Sinnian put the journal back in the drawer and closed it. He would have to pull it out again another day and read more of it.
