# SCARED SHITLESS ^757e2b >[!cite|no-title] >_<center><div class="info"> [[Vindarr]] ✦ Entry 8 ✦ 14/03/4361</div></center>_ >**<center>[[Session 31]] - ?</center>** >[!grid|col-3] >>[!cite|no-title] >>###### <div class="vindarr">Sunrise, Parabellum</div> >> >>##### [[Hope With All My Heart|◀ Previous Entry]] > >>[!cite|no-title] >>###### <div class="vindarr">✧</div> >> >>##### [[Scared Shitless#^8a8136|Jump to Transcript ☟]] > >>[!cite|blank] --- >[!journal|torn vindarr] &nbsp; ><div class="vindarr">14/03/ 4361 >&nbsp; > >I never much liked being the centre of attention; In all honesty, it's a part of what made my ministry that much more appealing. > > I'm beginning to feel it—more obviously in some than in others—something too much like pity. Absence, the most obvious (as she normally is), opted to be rather direct with her deliberations. It is easy to forget just how sophisticated she is (perhaps analytical, or logical, is the more fitting term), and approached me with assurances that she was more than willing to take my place as the exorciser; and she <span class="jline">really insisted</span>. I appreciated that offer, truly, which made it considerably more difficult to tell her it would be fine. > > Izre was, expectedly, the least direct (or perhaps Mei was? At times it is hard to believe they have not been siblings their entire lives). Izre especially was so indirect that I am not fully certain if his sudden interest in my birthday had anything to do with this at all. He specified no alcohol, which, makes me believe he wishes to put more thought into this than I hoped he wouldn't. > > Mei had taken an equally mealymouthed approach, and prattled on about the strangeness of the shop, her questions about where magic comes from, and frustrations at her mirror's reflection. She has a (sometimes annoyingly) cunning knack for getting people to answer questions she never directly asks—I regret a little bit of how easy it was for her to get me to speak about my own reflection. (She had also asked me if I was one of those 'carrot top Fyliks', before I 'turned green' ?) > > Diletta, unexpectedly became chirpier than a cricket, in an expectedly both a direct and indirect manner that always manages to catch me off guard. Admittedly, I was at the acme of a guilty restlessness from her recent avoidance, so her decision to seek again my pitiful, miserable company had eased me somewhat (even if it was to just comment on my weight). > > Perhaps she merely pities me; I fear to look at her and recognise the same condoling countenance as the one she bestowed to Abel. Truthfully, I'm <span class="jline">scared shitless</span>. I fear much of what's to come; but I dread far more the withering and death of something heartfully irreplaceable in them.</div> --- >[!cite|transcript]- Transcript >14/03/4361 > > I never much liked being the centre of attention; In all honesty, it's a part of what made my ministry that much more appealing. > > I'm beginning to feel it—more obviously in some than in others—something too much like pity. Absence, the most obvious (as she normally is), opted to be rather direct with her deliberations. It is easy to forget just how sophisticated she is (perhaps analytical, or logical, is the more fitting term), and approached me with assurances that she was more than willing to take my place as the exorciser; and she <u>really insisted</u>. I appreciated that offer, truly, which made it considerably more difficult to tell her it would be fine. > > Izre was, expectedly, the least direct (or perhaps Mei was? At times it is hard to believe they have not been siblings their entire lives). Izre especially was so indirect that I am not fully certain if his sudden interest in my birthday had anything to do with this at all. He specified no alcohol, which, makes me believe he wishes to put more thought into this than I hoped he wouldn't. > > Mei had taken an equally mealymouthed approach, and prattled on about the strangeness of the shop, her questions about where magic comes from, and frustrations at her mirror's reflection. She has a (sometimes annoyingly) cunning knack for getting people to answer questions she never directly asks—I regret a little bit of how easy it was for her to get me to speak about my own reflection. (She had also asked me if I was one of those 'carrot top Fyliks', before I 'turned green' ?) > > Diletta, unexpectedly became chirpier than a cricket, in an expectedly both a direct and indirect manner that always manages to catch me off guard. Admittedly, I was at the acme of a guilty restlessness from her recent avoidance, so her decision to seek again my pitiful, miserable company had eased me somewhat (even if it was to just comment on my weight). > > Perhaps she merely pities me; I fear to look at her and recognise the same condoling countenance as the one she bestowed to Abel. Truthfully, I'm scared <u>shitless</u>. I fear much of what's to come; but I dread far more the withering and death of something heartfully irreplaceable in them. ^8a8136 --- >[!grid|col-3] >>[!cite|no-title] >>##### [[Hope With All My Heart|◀ Previous Entry]] > >>[!cite|no-title] >>##### [[Scared Shitless#^757e2b|Back to Top ☝︎]] > >>[!cite|blank]