#inccnstans

Charles, I just had to stop by and say a few words to you. First off, I love you. I'm quite sure that you are aware of this by now. You've managed to make the impossible, possible for me. And I can't help but smile every time we speak. I also love your compassion... How you would go above beyond and all for those you love. You've been my rock in many an insane situation, ad I'm forever happy to have you there. I'll admit, that you are the most beautiful person I know inside and out. Your face is the one face I look most forward to seeing in this insane world. Not to mention you have a wonderful smile.

//And of course you are a brilliant writer. I love our posts, and our storyline. I really look forward to replying to you. Of course I mentioned the rock thing, but it's true ooc too. You really are a true friend. And you've helped me through some tough times ooc...And I am forever in your debt to that. I love our little RC and RB chats. They brighten my day. //

In short I wanted to say, no matter the situation...I'll be there, through thick and thin. Because you mean the world to me. (More then my bloody child but don't tell him that. We don't wish to hurt his feelings.) And yes of course, I love you.

MEME: anonymously tell me what you think of my character portrayal.

"How do I do this?" She asked aloud. Rowena wasn't used to praying to anyone. In fact, she'd not prayed since, well barely ever. "I'm not sure how I do this properly....I don't really remember." She sighed. "I think but Dear God..I mean Charles." She smiled after saying his name. She hoped that this was going to work.

"Right...Dear Charles. " How did one pray? She was still trying to remember how to pray. She could recall praying as a child in church, and before bedtime. But that had been many centuries before, before she'd discovered magic. Before, her life had changed. Was she supposed to kneel? But kneeling felt odd...So instead she merely decided to sit, and lean against the table. "Dear Charles...Hello dear. I hope you can hear me. I'm not sure I'm even doing this right. But I need your assistance." She was trying to take this seriously, but she was not used to praying or asking anyone for help for that matter. "I've gotten myself into a bit of a situation."

crybaby sentence starters // accepting 

                  “ so do i. “ 

the abominable rage that has been tossing within her rears its fiery head, lighting up every NERVE in her body. hands curl into fists, shoulders square, gaze is severe, UNRELENTING. after all this time he hasn’t changed          the visionary, the inventor, the one who sees things we don’t. it could have been her. but she would have been happy, if it were just the TWO of them. 

                  “ i see your selfishness, your arrogance. i see your CRUELTY. “ 

the words spill from her tongue like hot coals, singing her lips on the way out. she can’t stop, won’t stop, not until he feels all the pain she felt, or ends her suffering forever. not until she has done everything within her power to crush him beneath the weight of his guilt, the burden of knowing that HE BROKE HER HEART, and she didn’t deserve it. 

“Tell me, Father: did you ever love me? Or was I only created to be your pariah... your perfect example of what it is to be an utter disappointment?”