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efficient

Load. Aim. Fire. Fast. Gotta keep the rhythm going. It’s not going to get any better, girl, if you stop and take your time. We’re under attack. Do you want to be taken down by the Valkyries? How about B311’s assassins? No?

Then learn. Go go go never stop, never try to do anything else than best.
Forget everything else and just MOVE.

Don’t wait up, don’t wait for him.
You know you can’t.
So why do you keep trying.

» Posted By Phee On 09.21.2013 @ 11:03 am

still

Though winter’s chill was already biting its way through the stone walls of the Nosetti Tower, Phee stoked teh kitchen fire til she was sweating, hoping that the tea would be done soon enough. James and she were still working on plenty of notes, and there was much work to be done. She also still had to head to Eternis lands to find out the status of Deidre’s temple, and find out where this Mystic Sword went. So much still left to do.

» Posted By Phee On 10.27.2011 @ 9:18 pm

intense

Absolute was how it felt. Absolute. He cringed at the thought. Absolute and entire. It was everywhere.
I’m dying. It wasn’t an uncomfortable thought.

» Posted By Phee On 06.23.2011 @ 4:49 am

however

In the interest of self and family line, she sat down, wearily, onto the bed that she had spent entirely too much in as was. On one hand, they were her closest friends, and people she didn’t want to lose. On the other, she also needed to maintain her lineage, and manage at least one heir. Possibly she could do both…however, that could also prove itself to be entirely too awkward. There was always a benefit of doubt…

» Posted By Phee On 03.23.2011 @ 1:19 pm

shape

Though everyone was nothing but shapes against the dark, dimly lit by the camp fire, she still could feel their eyes upon her as she twisted and turned, writhing to the rhythm of heavy drums and flutes. The night sky cast more light from stars and the moon than the fire proper, causing sequins to shimmer brightly.

» Posted By Phee On 03.19.2011 @ 7:19 pm

tangle

The captain had to bodily pull herself out from under the mass of blankets that cold winter’s morn. Spring was nearly a few weeks away, but still the nights’ child made her cold and irritable. It was worse in the sky, during the snowier days, and landing was just impossible then. Last snow storm, they would have been buried up past the upper deck if she hadn’t waited to land at the last possible second along a beach.

It was messy, irritating work these days, but deliveries had to happen across continents, and no one but an airship captain was willing to take those risks.

» Posted By Phee On 02.17.2011 @ 7:15 pm

wrench

Throwing the wrench to the side, Thia glared in disgust at the broken engine pieces before her. Salvatore rose an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at his captain’s obvious hate of this bit of machinery. The woman scrubbed a hand roughly across her nose, smearing grease and oil across her face.

“Damnit all to hell.”

» Posted By Phee On 02.04.2011 @ 12:39 am

relatives

When one thinks relatives, one thinks those related by blood. Not so for this poor girl. For her, that family was barely hanging together by a thin, taut thread. No, her true relatives, her true relations, were with friends who didn’t completely desert her after the biggest mistake of her life.

It was funny how the simple words of forgiveness and the line “I hate how they look at you” seems to make even just a little bit of the world seem right again. Those who held worry for her, who kept her in their thoughts out of concern, they were her true relatives.

And the Fae had never been happier for them.

» Posted By Phee On 01.26.2011 @ 10:47 pm

rejection

I’ve known the feeling of total rejection. Not just “I’m sorry” or “no”. I mean, watching them end their very existence, even if only temporarily, just because they hate, despise and fear you. Never before has something like that hurt so much. But, I think I may have grown up a bit because of it.

» Posted By Phee On 12.21.2010 @ 8:56 pm

cannon

He cursed, ducking as another thunderous crack resonated heavily in the night air. Flashes of fire and sparks flickered briefly as each sounding of cannon fire broke down another piece of what he loved, tore down his memories and allies with equal disdain.

» Posted By Phee On 12.19.2010 @ 5:26 pm

stick

I wish I could keep a single idea long enough. I wish I could do anything but bounce from idea to idea, inspiring others. I wish I wasn’t so scatterbrained. I just want to stick to something, be able to craft it myself rather than depend on others. It makes me feel useless, weak…when all I want to do is be strong and be able to fend for myself.

» Posted By Phee On 12.16.2010 @ 12:54 pm

wrong

After all that time (was it so long? It couldn’t have been, only a few months…) she had to do it. She had to step back, away from him. There he was, just outside her reach. She messed up, had wronged him. And her. Them both. It wasn’t right to try and break them apart, not when they needed each other. She didn’t want to find out that being in love was wrong.

» Posted By Phee On 12.15.2010 @ 7:03 pm

sheets

Slinking further and deeper beneath the covers on the bed, Phee sighed heavily. The blankets barely did anything to combat the cold air, or hide the sound of the rain falling in heavy sheets. Sooner or later she’d have to crawl out of the bed, light the fire, and write last night’s work. There was much to do, and less than a month to do it. She paused, doing a quick mental count in her head: Her birthday was coming up shortly, wasn’t it? Not even a week…now wasn’t the time to think about that, she had to get to work.

» Posted By Phee On 12.14.2010 @ 4:40 pm

Slinking further and deeper beneath the covers on the bed, Phee sighed heavily. The blankets barely did anything to combat the cold air, or hide the sound of the rain falling in heavy sheets. Sooner or later she’d have to crawl out of the bed, light the fire, and write last nights work. There was much to do.

» Posted By Phee On 12.14.2010 @ 4:39 pm

stamps

It’s so simple. simple write a letter, place a stamp on it, and mail it off. Someone does all the foot work, the delivery. Why should it feel so awkward? It’s nothing more than a piece of paper, a scrap of silliness. Yet, there’s something personal about seeing your words in physical form, looping to and fro.

» Posted By Phee On 12.13.2010 @ 9:47 pm

temper

Knowing the shorter woman’s temper, she wasn’t expecting it to be so hard to hear her speak softly, voice full of pain about how she messed up, how she hurt her, and that the woman that he loved was now as physically scarred as herself. Through the tears, the other Dreamers listened to the other woman’s words, and gave HER support. It was more than she was expecting from anyone.

» Posted By Phee On 12.12.2010 @ 4:30 pm

immense

The feeling of all this…odd power. Silence wrapping itself around me, the whirl of things outside my own knowledge. This immense, overwhelming being, absorbing everything that I am. Something about being a Dreamer in this world is something else.

» Posted By Phee On 12.11.2010 @ 7:25 am

amazed

Looking up into the night sky, I couldn’t help but breath out a heavy breath, watching it freeze in the night sky. The stars, the moon, the velvety deep midnight blue, and I couldn’t help but feel absolutely amazed. It was like my own personal safe place, and nothing could even make it feel anything less than absolute perfection. Maybe I was tied to the Dreamer deeper than I thought.

» Posted By Phee On 12.08.2010 @ 4:37 pm

willow

The wind was much harsher than I though it was going to be, regardless of how late in the year it was. The wind whipped through the bare branches of the large willow tree as I made my way through the wetlands of my sponsor’s home. Inside, I knew he’d be waiting with a hot cup of tea and a comforting smile.

» Posted By Phee On 12.08.2010 @ 4:28 am

teeth

Listening to the wind blow outside, I sigh heavily before regaining my thoughts. Pulling the quill out of my writing kit, I lean back into the chair, eyes closed. Breathing heavily through my teeth, I try to remember what the words I was looking for were. It’s hard not to be absorbed by the cold air against my face, and the warmth of my blankets, protecting me from the biting chill.

» Posted By Phee On 12.06.2010 @ 10:49 pm

admit

I mist admit, getting that many adventurers into a single room with that little fuss, in Faerie, no less, is rather impressive. No one was killed, maimed, exploded, or worse. Hell, I even managed to get out in as many pieces as I went in with. Information was exchanged, on one butted heads too bad….I had to admit. I didn’t think it possible.

» Posted By Phee On 12.05.2010 @ 4:13 pm

nail

Throat too dry to talk properly, she dragged a nail through the mud, trying to draw what she wanted to the illiterate group without straining her voice too badly. Ugh, why did she think it was a good idea to accept any drink by any sort of strange creature, much less someone she knew, the night before?

» Posted By Phee On 12.04.2010 @ 12:26 pm

practical

I slipped through the messy tumble of haphazardly set up tents, trying not to trip over any tent spikes. There was nothing out of the ordinary with the camp…at first glance. Sarix and Axel bickering, as the two are wont to do, and the rest laughing or drinking…but something in the back of my mind said something was off….something was too practical for our silly family.

» Posted By Phee On 12.03.2010 @ 12:16 pm

bunny

I hate how when I smell something interesting or too different from the area around me, my nose twitches. Someone told me once it reminded them of a bunny. I don’t want to be a bunny, who’s ever herd of a Fae being something as silly as that? I mean, for goodness’ sakes, that’s just asinine. I’d rather be a bird.

» Posted By Phee On 12.02.2010 @ 2:58 pm

copper

There’s something about the colors of fall that soothe my troubled mind. It’s warm colors, contrasting the cool air, or how the stars seem to shine brighter in that velvety blue night sky. Is it the copper, brass and rubies of falling leaves, or the brilliance of the pale blue sky?

» Posted By Phee On 11.30.2010 @ 2:40 am

diagram

Staring at the diagram placed before her by the Inventors, she sighed, not quiet grasping the idea they wanted to show her,. Her eyes flickered over to her friend, her sponsor. He seemed too enthusiastic about whatever the hell it was they were planning,. Sometimes she wondered why she chose the Inventor as her secondary.

» Posted By Phee On 11.29.2010 @ 2:42 am

closed

Holding the journal on her lap, and staring out past the edges of the canopy bed’s curtain, Phee sighed softly. Out of habit, she opened and closed her journal’s cover, nervously trying to plan and react to the latest elf-mail she had received. So she was to be meeting the named heir of the Chimeron crown in a mere fortnight.

» Posted By Phee On 11.28.2010 @ 12:41 am

affection

The soft whispers of affection slipped around and off her tongue, lost to the silent night air. No one would answer the quiet calls, no one would return the words. When would her time be right to get that perfection, or would it never to be hers?

» Posted By Phee On 11.26.2010 @ 10:20 pm

understood

I just don’t get why they don’t understand why Elements and Balance isn’t a deity, Sheshawnii isn’t a tribe. I don’t understand why magic is so weak here, or why it takes so much explanation for a simple thing that they’ll just end up swinging a sword at anyway. Why does it matter, why doesn’t it matter. Why don’t I understand?

» Posted By Phee On 11.25.2010 @ 10:16 pm

flakes

Shivering and glaring at the innocent white flakes drifting ever so gently down from the cloudy sky, I huddle deeper into my cloak, turning back to the tavern door. Inside, by the fire… I can’t keep my eyes there! He’s there, of course. Back to the bar, to get a warm mug of cider, and pray that he doesn’t look at me with those angry eyes….

» Posted By Phee On 11.22.2010 @ 7:04 pm

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