Jun D
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- Posted: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 16:53:17 +0000
I can't stop staring and I have look at the keyboard to find my shift key for caps. I've even lost the exclaimation mark key, and I can't reach the dash either. I've been stripped of my text defences, I feel like I ought to go pray in a darkened room. I just can't get over how incredible these kids are. Wow. Their parents are so important to us, and these kids, they feel like the end-all to me - oh, hey, I found the dash - they. just. move. me. that. much. Corm, this is such a shock, I didn't think you were gonna grow them on their original schedule. I clicked the page and kinda crumpled as they loaded.
Wow.
How can words ever be enough to convey how I feel? I'm speechless. I sit in silence. Except for that bit where I confronted Maxx about how they all got their mother's hair. And. What. Hair. I've never been able to really get over the fact that Grey and her beautiful hair belong to me, but now I have it twice over with Beloved - and on the boys, that hair is just sublime. You keep getting better and better, blue, even at the top of your game. In the original silvery blue that I've always fallen head over heels for, in true silver, in three different types of red - you did even that, I'm so in awe, that fiery blaze that spills across Run's back, the fall that spirals from burnished to bright on Best, the smouldering embers in Killing Moon's... And past the hair - I can't look away. Ever. Each one. Run, with her dark cosmic fire (Maxx, she really is Dark Phoenix, isn't she? Good gosh. I'm all emotional now.), the shards, the hints of cloud. Such a beautiful girl, and so strong, she has me on my knees. Killing Moon, so very much his father's son but burning so very much brighter, knight-like - oh, Ruri. I hope you will be as happy with him as I am in awe! Best - he is the Very Best, isn't he, Maxx? That flame that sweeps across the hueshift grey/cream/blue that kills me everytime, the fire, the insouciant dark of his eyes - dammit, Maxx! ALL MY DOES. My Beloved, oh, my Beloved. My little lady, with your mother's silver blue spill, your father's darkness, tracing that industrial cityline across the frozen sky - that layer of ash or smoke right behind that silhouette breaks my heart, and your face - it's almost an optical illusion, the stark shards make you look almost arachnid, but for the glow that betrays your eye. And the blue-grey that breaks the dark of your ear - even these things, all these things, I can't believe you belong to me. And Left. There is always so much I want to say of you and nothing I want to say of you - you are a vision, a dream, I've always had, inexplicably made real through genius or magic (or blue's psychic omniscience), but more heartbreakingly so. You are perfection to me.
...I think I've gotten it out of my system now, I no longer need to sit in a dark room. NOW I WANNA RUN OUT INTO THE STREETS TO CELEBRATE WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I'LL BE BACK TO BACKREAD BUT SEE YOU GUYS LATER, MY KIDS ARE EPIC, MAN!!!
Wow.
How can words ever be enough to convey how I feel? I'm speechless. I sit in silence. Except for that bit where I confronted Maxx about how they all got their mother's hair. And. What. Hair. I've never been able to really get over the fact that Grey and her beautiful hair belong to me, but now I have it twice over with Beloved - and on the boys, that hair is just sublime. You keep getting better and better, blue, even at the top of your game. In the original silvery blue that I've always fallen head over heels for, in true silver, in three different types of red - you did even that, I'm so in awe, that fiery blaze that spills across Run's back, the fall that spirals from burnished to bright on Best, the smouldering embers in Killing Moon's... And past the hair - I can't look away. Ever. Each one. Run, with her dark cosmic fire (Maxx, she really is Dark Phoenix, isn't she? Good gosh. I'm all emotional now.), the shards, the hints of cloud. Such a beautiful girl, and so strong, she has me on my knees. Killing Moon, so very much his father's son but burning so very much brighter, knight-like - oh, Ruri. I hope you will be as happy with him as I am in awe! Best - he is the Very Best, isn't he, Maxx? That flame that sweeps across the hueshift grey/cream/blue that kills me everytime, the fire, the insouciant dark of his eyes - dammit, Maxx! ALL MY DOES. My Beloved, oh, my Beloved. My little lady, with your mother's silver blue spill, your father's darkness, tracing that industrial cityline across the frozen sky - that layer of ash or smoke right behind that silhouette breaks my heart, and your face - it's almost an optical illusion, the stark shards make you look almost arachnid, but for the glow that betrays your eye. And the blue-grey that breaks the dark of your ear - even these things, all these things, I can't believe you belong to me. And Left. There is always so much I want to say of you and nothing I want to say of you - you are a vision, a dream, I've always had, inexplicably made real through genius or magic (or blue's psychic omniscience), but more heartbreakingly so. You are perfection to me.
...I think I've gotten it out of my system now, I no longer need to sit in a dark room. NOW I WANNA RUN OUT INTO THE STREETS TO CELEBRATE WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I'LL BE BACK TO BACKREAD BUT SEE YOU GUYS LATER, MY KIDS ARE EPIC, MAN!!!
