I might have been ispired by one of our earlier conversations on the risk!factors and lack of guarantees in life, especially when it comes to romantic relationships... I thought that especially for an elf the fleeting nature of human love would be very unsettling - and he would have to somehow convince himself it was worth a try nonetheless. *clasps hands and clutches heart* Why are you so fabulous???
wine!seducement and bedchamber!sexx pretty much sums up my previous fic, Destiny *bites lip* Fuck yeah... um..though not etirely the same thing.. that was in Rivendell... LOL
I love TM!gestures... *thud* Which ones are yours? Well, those you know of and stuff. *g* Ok, now I think I refer to 2 things actually; 1) which are your favourite TM!gestures and 2) Do you know of any of your own?
I have no idea how Stormie looks - I just knew it was her =D I don´t remember how you looked in the dream either, but it was you anyway. Yeah and a totally annoying lack of explicitness =/ lol We can sue them. The Dream-makers.
I once dreamt of another LJ-friend whom I'd never seen, and soon after that she posted a pic in her journal - and guess what? She looked almost exactly like in my dream! That´s so_awesome!! You must have hidden talents, it´s interesting like the rest of you and it "fits you" to be psychic, in my eyes. Based on my totally biased opinion and o the massive fact that I´ve never met u in person, of course. *SNERK* Perception can be such a strong thing - I firmly believe that we can learn to know so much more than we´ll ever imagine at a fist look, in terms of what lies beyond the exploration of the other senses etc. our capacity is probably huuuge.
Yeah, like for example This is another deep!discussion I would so much rather indulge in cuddled up on a couch somwhere with a bottle of wine, shutting out the outer world and open up the inner one. Probably resulting in that I would sometime around midnight be slurry enough to have invited the entire neighborhood to dance!seduce everyone and their mother on a table like there´s no tomorrow. And there isn´t. It never is. Midnighthours are for crazydeep transcendence. It´s all about contrast in the end. And then begins the beginnings.
Ok, I´m totally overtired if you´re wondering. 24h awakeness does trixy things to the mind. And 7.30 I´ve got to meet with my doctor; prescribing me some moarr pills to get through with the day, or the night, whichever. Honestly, which fucking hour is that for a meeting I ask?? Wtf. People have no rezpect for night-owls...
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Date: 2010-05-05 10:02 pm (UTC)*clasps hands and clutches heart*
Why are you so fabulous???
wine!seducement and bedchamber!sexx pretty much sums up my previous fic, Destiny
*bites lip* Fuck yeah... um..though not etirely the same thing.. that was in Rivendell... LOL
I love TM!gestures... *thud*
Which ones are yours? Well, those you know of and stuff. *g*
Ok, now I think I refer to 2 things actually; 1) which are your favourite TM!gestures and 2) Do you know of any of your own?
I have no idea how Stormie looks - I just knew it was her =D
I don´t remember how you looked in the dream either, but it was you anyway.
Yeah and a totally annoying lack of explicitness =/ lol
We can sue them. The Dream-makers.
I once dreamt of another LJ-friend whom I'd never seen, and soon after that she posted a pic in her journal - and guess what? She looked almost exactly like in my dream!
That´s so_awesome!! You must have hidden talents, it´s interesting like the rest of you and it "fits you" to be psychic, in my eyes. Based on my totally biased opinion and o the massive fact that I´ve never met u in person, of course. *SNERK*
Perception can be such a strong thing - I firmly believe that we can learn to know so much more than we´ll ever imagine at a fist look, in terms of what lies beyond the exploration of the other senses etc. our capacity is probably huuuge.
Yeah, like for example This is another deep!discussion I would so much rather indulge in cuddled up on a couch somwhere with a bottle of wine, shutting out the outer world and open up the inner one.
Probably resulting in that I would sometime around midnight be slurry enough to have invited the entire neighborhood to dance!seduce everyone and their mother on a table like there´s no tomorrow. And there isn´t. It never is. Midnighthours are for crazydeep transcendence.
It´s all about contrast in the end. And then begins the beginnings.
Ok, I´m totally overtired if you´re wondering. 24h awakeness does trixy things to the mind.
And 7.30 I´ve got to meet with my doctor; prescribing me some moarr pills to get through with the day, or the night, whichever.
Honestly, which fucking hour is that for a meeting I ask?? Wtf. People have no rezpect for night-owls...
*headdesk*