“I just...I don’t want to be alone anymore, Rhory.”
Dammit. It’s true. Everything I poured out to my Lionheart when I finally found him again, all the sappy sad vulnerable shit, every word of it’s true. Gross. But I don’t want to be alone. I’m sick of walking through life one bad moment away from being completely alone again. It’s just...well, I’m not exactly the most...you know, agreeable sort, so I figure probably it should fall on me to figure out where I can fit at least reasonably well. Because heaven knows Rhory is a sweetheart and could make anywhere work.
I, on the other hand? Well. I at least try to keep the stomping to a minimum as I enter the Field for the first time in my life, looking for a place to call home in this fucked up new world where I really am just a scruffy bay nothing, no sneaky wings, no light, just short, plain me with too much attitude and not enough of anything feminine. Not much to offer, other than a whole lot of stubborn and a smart mouth. And, you know, my winning personality…
Fuck, this is going to be hard, isn’t it?
I take a deep breath to steel myself or shore up my nerves or whatever, and then take a look around. It’s not like I can just stand around waiting on someone to notice me. I’m not big or strong or really remarkable in any way, so I’d be standing around for a long damn time waiting, and that’s never exactly been my strong suit. So I eye the prospects, discarding that one as too much of a prissy bitch, and this one as an obnoxious horndog, and walking right on by ‘til I can find someone hopefully at least halfway tolerable.
Dammit. It’s true. Everything I poured out to my Lionheart when I finally found him again, all the sappy sad vulnerable shit, every word of it’s true. Gross. But I don’t want to be alone. I’m sick of walking through life one bad moment away from being completely alone again. It’s just...well, I’m not exactly the most...you know, agreeable sort, so I figure probably it should fall on me to figure out where I can fit at least reasonably well. Because heaven knows Rhory is a sweetheart and could make anywhere work.
I, on the other hand? Well. I at least try to keep the stomping to a minimum as I enter the Field for the first time in my life, looking for a place to call home in this fucked up new world where I really am just a scruffy bay nothing, no sneaky wings, no light, just short, plain me with too much attitude and not enough of anything feminine. Not much to offer, other than a whole lot of stubborn and a smart mouth. And, you know, my winning personality…
Fuck, this is going to be hard, isn’t it?
I take a deep breath to steel myself or shore up my nerves or whatever, and then take a look around. It’s not like I can just stand around waiting on someone to notice me. I’m not big or strong or really remarkable in any way, so I’d be standing around for a long damn time waiting, and that’s never exactly been my strong suit. So I eye the prospects, discarding that one as too much of a prissy bitch, and this one as an obnoxious horndog, and walking right on by ‘til I can find someone hopefully at least halfway tolerable.