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 Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:30 pm
{Post-RP Memoirs of a Lost In-PM Role Play} {Summary: Starlight and Due North had a chance encounter meet up in Phony City proper. No huge event occurred on the surface level, they just spend time together, North bumbling cutely about his crush on Starlight per the usual. But on the emotional level Starlight really starts admitting her romantic feelings towards him.}
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:31 pm
{The toothed pages of a well-worn journal bend back, binding smelling of old loved leather, the words on the pages elegantly drawling out in a smooth script. Drawings intermix in the pages, sketched out by quill, some smudged with blobs of unintended ink, but the drawing of a handsome stallion on the page beside this entry is lovingly penned in, every stroke as fond and thought-out as her script.} Funny how things work out.
I was just running errands, in a bit of a rush to get them done, to be honest. I wanted a lazy day, maybe lounge on the couch and watch bad daytime TV until my bran feels like it’s dribbling out of my ears. The sort of mind rot that I should be campaigning against as an avid love of learning, but sometimes some days just need to be wasted, you know? Though today would not be one of those days, and not by my own doing at all.
Or maybe just a tad by my own doing.
Goodness knows I tried, at first. But then I ran into him. The only him that really matters at this point, I suppose, you’d know my dearest journal more than anyone else how much he’s wiggled his way into my thoughts. Due North. He’s persistent, and bless him for it because I think I would have been dopey enough to entirely miss him. Being lost wondering about the cosmos tends to have an effect of someone missing their chances. Hot Rod. Burning Bright. I even fancied Cinder for a brief moment, though nothing came of it. Nothing came of any of them, they either wandered off… or I did. It’s harder to tell, looking back. It’s been years since I’ve honestly tried to look for someone to be overly fond of.
Then there was Due North. Persistent. I couldn’t have wandered away from him if I tried, so it’s a good thing I didn’t even try when I ran into him in the midst of my errand-hustle. He was nearly a relief to see. A little company as he joined me to each of my stops. Quills and paper, bookstore, accessories, a million little things I had been putting off for far too long. And he stuck by me at each one. Being near. Enjoying my company as much as I did his, even if everything was just a boring chore.
He made it that much more bearable. A comfort. How could I try to avoid this for so long? Am I such a silly mare to attempt to dance circled around my own feelings? Maybe I should have told him right then, when we were standing in a long line, a boring event made enjoyable simply by the virtue of him being there. But I didn’t. I should tell him soon.
He’s a ray of sunshine. I guess that makes me his ray of starlight.
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