Post by Just Richard on Feb 26, 2011 11:46:19 GMT -8
The room is occupied by two this evening. Mat sits at the desk scribbling down his thoughts into the journal. Behind him on the bed lays a sleeping woman. Dark blonde hair is splayed across the pillow she occupies. She makes a soft noise and rolls over. Mat pays little notice.
Why the hell does it matter whether or not someone wears a headpiece? Yeah sure, she has a title above my own. Sure we're at her house. The first doesn't mean I have to give her respect, especially if I don't honor her title. The second simply means I respect her place of living. I don't break anything, I keep the places I habit clean. Outside that, she opened her house to the populace, she accepts that some people aren't going to respect that and some people aren't going to respect her. I'm in the latter group.
Then there is the matter of the troll. Demoted to my level, he has the audacity to give me a lecture about what she is due. Just because he is butt hurt and I make a comment about his disposition apparently means I insult his honor. You know what I think? Fuck his honor. Considering he felt the need to initiate a challenge to me to another person means he has no honor. You issue a challenge to the person you have beef with, not to some outside party. Then cause that outside party to get in my face. Light, when he got in my face after, it was all I could do to not put a knife in him. If he decided to lecture me again, I won't hold back. It will be off the property and it will be his blood that ends up on the ground.
Anthym still isn't talking to me much. It happens, people come and people go. I still love her, but in time if the current trend continues it will fade. Not exactly the tragic ending that most of my House's relationships go, but not much to do on that.
Mat shrugs and looks back to the figure on the bed behind him.
With those that fade, others appear. I'm not sure whether of not she returns the affections, but she comes around often enough that she at least finds my company enjoyable. If that's all it is, I won't mind. She is fun to be around and that's enough for me.
He sighs and looks at the black binder.
I think my endeavor with the novella was a bit premature. I've hit a block, but I think I know how to overcome it. At my age, mapping out something is a good way to stay on track with stories. I forget that Jordan kept extensive notes concerning The Wheel of Time. I should follow his example. Light knows this story has enough twists and turns that it needs to be mapped out or I will forget where I want it to go .
Outside that, life is still boring. Helen seems to notice that I'm getting antsy. If she doesn't find something for us to do I'm going to make a call. Hell, I'm going to make the call anyway. It's been awhile since I've seen her. It'll be good to hang out again. She's my best friend and we need to be together to fight the monsters of the Dreaming once in a while. We nearly took out Lenka, and that was five years ago. Lurk and his gang was easy, we need a real challenge and I'm sure we could find something entertaining enough with our luck.
Mat takes the tip of the feather on his quill into his mouth as he puts the last period on the sentence and closes the book. He then looks again at the sleeping woman and gives a soft snort before heading towards the master bathroom of the expansive house provided by the very woman he disrespects.
Why the hell does it matter whether or not someone wears a headpiece? Yeah sure, she has a title above my own. Sure we're at her house. The first doesn't mean I have to give her respect, especially if I don't honor her title. The second simply means I respect her place of living. I don't break anything, I keep the places I habit clean. Outside that, she opened her house to the populace, she accepts that some people aren't going to respect that and some people aren't going to respect her. I'm in the latter group.
Then there is the matter of the troll. Demoted to my level, he has the audacity to give me a lecture about what she is due. Just because he is butt hurt and I make a comment about his disposition apparently means I insult his honor. You know what I think? Fuck his honor. Considering he felt the need to initiate a challenge to me to another person means he has no honor. You issue a challenge to the person you have beef with, not to some outside party. Then cause that outside party to get in my face. Light, when he got in my face after, it was all I could do to not put a knife in him. If he decided to lecture me again, I won't hold back. It will be off the property and it will be his blood that ends up on the ground.
Anthym still isn't talking to me much. It happens, people come and people go. I still love her, but in time if the current trend continues it will fade. Not exactly the tragic ending that most of my House's relationships go, but not much to do on that.
Mat shrugs and looks back to the figure on the bed behind him.
With those that fade, others appear. I'm not sure whether of not she returns the affections, but she comes around often enough that she at least finds my company enjoyable. If that's all it is, I won't mind. She is fun to be around and that's enough for me.
He sighs and looks at the black binder.
I think my endeavor with the novella was a bit premature. I've hit a block, but I think I know how to overcome it. At my age, mapping out something is a good way to stay on track with stories. I forget that Jordan kept extensive notes concerning The Wheel of Time. I should follow his example. Light knows this story has enough twists and turns that it needs to be mapped out or I will forget where I want it to go .
Outside that, life is still boring. Helen seems to notice that I'm getting antsy. If she doesn't find something for us to do I'm going to make a call. Hell, I'm going to make the call anyway. It's been awhile since I've seen her. It'll be good to hang out again. She's my best friend and we need to be together to fight the monsters of the Dreaming once in a while. We nearly took out Lenka, and that was five years ago. Lurk and his gang was easy, we need a real challenge and I'm sure we could find something entertaining enough with our luck.
Mat takes the tip of the feather on his quill into his mouth as he puts the last period on the sentence and closes the book. He then looks again at the sleeping woman and gives a soft snort before heading towards the master bathroom of the expansive house provided by the very woman he disrespects.