Post by Lovely on Nov 6, 2010 1:07:11 GMT -5
Mike... I brought (cough made...coughcough) Mikey a little friend... not exactly a dog, but...
*foldy arms* is it house trained?
it won't go plane hopping and walk through walls... or leave little sluggy trails like the last one, I promise
uh huh... why don't you bring it to Annia and Galen -they have so many kids, it's like a circus of drool.. they probably won't even notice it's been added in the mix
then what's mikey going to play with? you want to get him a real dog?
no, I want him to play by himself and be miserable, like me *slight grin*
if YOU are miserable playing by yourself, maybe you should be playing with others, yes? *pinches a little ground leaves over buggie and it dissolves into dirt and nettles* ... I will be sweeping the not-dog away and will make you happy, yes? *grins about what ideas she has to do just that*
It's much safer for me to play by myself... you didn't have to... *gestures at the disolved bug thing and leans his chin down on his folded arms on top of the table*
I will make a better one, less buggy, later. And maybe I am not wanting you to play safe right now? Mikey can smile and play, but what about Mikey's papa?Tidy... *whirls finger over mess - disappears in small vortex... dusts off hands* He is not for having fun, safe or no, yes? *folds arms like his, teasing*
I have to.. it's not safe for others who play with me. They get hurt, they disappear, they die.. I always come out on the other side alone with another person I care about on my conscience..
They hurt, Ossa knows this. Lee was hurt and he left. *smiles sadly* No more stories for Ossa, then the fire and no more Lee. Others Ossa has seen, cared for, they have gone, even Jonar. *nods and sits beside Mike* Understanding you, yes? Ossa is alone also, too many have gone and she is here. How is it your fault if they have gone? Did you...*whirls finger harmlessly in the air as if something disappeared mysteriously beneath it like the bug*... ?
it's not the same.. not even close.. Lee wasn't.. your responsibility. I don't think I can explain it in a way you'll understand. *shakes his head and sighs, closing his eyes for a moment and then reopening them to stare ahead at nothing.*
Then explain anyway and Ossa will try to keep up. *grins a little and offers a leaf in her fingers to him* It is better, not so strong - happy lite? Ossa is asking, when is the last time Michael danced? This may help him feel like he can... *twirls the leaf gently*
He sighs again *Lee and Jonar were friends.. not someone you'd chosen to spend and share your life with, they weren't.. you cared but you hadn't given them half of you and taken half of them.. you hadn't promised.. *he ignored the flower with a shake of his head and his jaw clenching slightly.* I don't want to dance.
Come dance with Ossa. It is only a dance, not a promise, yes? Please? Come.... come... *beckons lightly*
No. *it is said quietly but firmly*
Then your feet only know how to walk as your fear guides, yes? Ossa is gypsy, no afraid and not leaving. Pouting, yes, not leaving. *teases and bats her eyes at him*
Easy to say things like that when you've never lost like I have. Easy to tease and make fun and light of things because you've never felt that pain. I can't dance with you, I'm supposed to dance with Taffy.. I burried my fiance Ossa... and one before her... Taffy wasn't afraid.. and I finally listened to her.. now she's dead.
*foldy arms* is it house trained?
it won't go plane hopping and walk through walls... or leave little sluggy trails like the last one, I promise
uh huh... why don't you bring it to Annia and Galen -they have so many kids, it's like a circus of drool.. they probably won't even notice it's been added in the mix
then what's mikey going to play with? you want to get him a real dog?
no, I want him to play by himself and be miserable, like me *slight grin*
if YOU are miserable playing by yourself, maybe you should be playing with others, yes? *pinches a little ground leaves over buggie and it dissolves into dirt and nettles* ... I will be sweeping the not-dog away and will make you happy, yes? *grins about what ideas she has to do just that*
It's much safer for me to play by myself... you didn't have to... *gestures at the disolved bug thing and leans his chin down on his folded arms on top of the table*
I will make a better one, less buggy, later. And maybe I am not wanting you to play safe right now? Mikey can smile and play, but what about Mikey's papa?Tidy... *whirls finger over mess - disappears in small vortex... dusts off hands* He is not for having fun, safe or no, yes? *folds arms like his, teasing*
I have to.. it's not safe for others who play with me. They get hurt, they disappear, they die.. I always come out on the other side alone with another person I care about on my conscience..
They hurt, Ossa knows this. Lee was hurt and he left. *smiles sadly* No more stories for Ossa, then the fire and no more Lee. Others Ossa has seen, cared for, they have gone, even Jonar. *nods and sits beside Mike* Understanding you, yes? Ossa is alone also, too many have gone and she is here. How is it your fault if they have gone? Did you...*whirls finger harmlessly in the air as if something disappeared mysteriously beneath it like the bug*... ?
it's not the same.. not even close.. Lee wasn't.. your responsibility. I don't think I can explain it in a way you'll understand. *shakes his head and sighs, closing his eyes for a moment and then reopening them to stare ahead at nothing.*
Then explain anyway and Ossa will try to keep up. *grins a little and offers a leaf in her fingers to him* It is better, not so strong - happy lite? Ossa is asking, when is the last time Michael danced? This may help him feel like he can... *twirls the leaf gently*
He sighs again *Lee and Jonar were friends.. not someone you'd chosen to spend and share your life with, they weren't.. you cared but you hadn't given them half of you and taken half of them.. you hadn't promised.. *he ignored the flower with a shake of his head and his jaw clenching slightly.* I don't want to dance.
Come dance with Ossa. It is only a dance, not a promise, yes? Please? Come.... come... *beckons lightly*
No. *it is said quietly but firmly*
Then your feet only know how to walk as your fear guides, yes? Ossa is gypsy, no afraid and not leaving. Pouting, yes, not leaving. *teases and bats her eyes at him*
Easy to say things like that when you've never lost like I have. Easy to tease and make fun and light of things because you've never felt that pain. I can't dance with you, I'm supposed to dance with Taffy.. I burried my fiance Ossa... and one before her... Taffy wasn't afraid.. and I finally listened to her.. now she's dead.