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majestyofthethrone) wrote2012-05-26 05:03 pm
majestyofthethrone) wrote2012-05-26 05:03 pm
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majestyofthethrone
2012-08-27 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Do you mean the attempt to make a cake? Because if so:
a: stop watching me bake
b: it only failed because I thought the salt was sugar.
a: stop watching me bake
b: it only failed because I thought the salt was sugar.
It's really cold.
Are you? Should I leave my room? I don't know if it's a good idea.
Are you? Should I leave my room? I don't know if it's a good idea.
I'm not really very scary.
But I did ask him if you were dating (sorry) because he acts like a jealous girlfriend.
But I did ask him if you were dating (sorry) because he acts like a jealous girlfriend.
Hello.
You're not feeling sick from the Jump, are you?
You're not feeling sick from the Jump, are you?
Hey Seraphim, it's Greg. I got the data. Comms offered to let me use theirs so I'm going to move down there to work on this stuff. It's level 001 past the huge Stark labs if you want to join.
[About two hours after he drops them off]
You know the apple symbolism probably doesn't help your case.
You know the apple symbolism probably doesn't help your case.
Hey, uh-- everything alright?
[ he thinks he's just overreacting, but he hasn't seen her since before the jump, so you can never be sure in this place. ]
[ he thinks he's just overreacting, but he hasn't seen her since before the jump, so you can never be sure in this place. ]
[This is sent about seven hours after she received it; she sat on it, worried about it, tried to sleep, failed, but eventually....]
Hi, Dean.
Hi, Dean.
[Seraphim may or may not have noticed the angel on her shoulder — nope, not Castiel, more the metaphorical meaning behind that. Takeshi promised he'd watch out for her, for Dean. And when Takeshi says he'll do something, he takes it very seriously. With that in mind, every so often, if he's not keeping an eye out for her, he sends her something (trial and error, okay):]
you cant tok but thats o k
if your o k riut 'yes'
if your not riut 'no' I will com rescyu you
you cant tok but thats o k
if your o k riut 'yes'
if your not riut 'no' I will com rescyu you
[She told him that he ought to ring her or write to her or something if he wants to come over but right now, Sirius doesn't have much patience for that. He honestly doesn't have much patience for anything right now, and he's been avoiding just about everyone--even James, who he never avoids, who he's avoided maybe, what, once or twice since he's known James? Probably that's exaggerated but it's something like that number, anyways--and anyways, what matters is now he's avoiding James, and Remus, and especially Peter Pettigrew--
And he should probably avoid Sera as well, because he's just going to end up saying something stupid, same as always. But for once, he wants to not be alone, just-- for a few moments. Not to feel so bloody helpless. So he goes and sits outside of her door and smokes a cigarette, and if she comes around, so much the better, and if she doesn't-- well, it doesn't matter. He's here.]
And he should probably avoid Sera as well, because he's just going to end up saying something stupid, same as always. But for once, he wants to not be alone, just-- for a few moments. Not to feel so bloody helpless. So he goes and sits outside of her door and smokes a cigarette, and if she comes around, so much the better, and if she doesn't-- well, it doesn't matter. He's here.]
[She is about to go to sleep when she smells that smoke, and she opens the door. She's wearing her pajamas, but not sleeping is probably more of what would have happened anyway.
She opens the door and looks out, curious, and spots Sirius. She looks confused for a moment, and nudges him a little, then goes back for her slate, and comes back out.]
Do you want to come inside?
She opens the door and looks out, curious, and spots Sirius. She looks confused for a moment, and nudges him a little, then goes back for her slate, and comes back out.]
Do you want to come inside?
[Okay, so: he's sort of done with all his friends right now. Not done, but-- he's tired of thinking about all this, about Peter and the future and what might happen to them all. And he sort of feels guilty about Sera, and what he said about Sirius, so--
--so here he is now, waiting in the Garden for her. He'll make it up with magic and a cup of tea and a walk. Yeah. That'll be good.]
--so here he is now, waiting in the Garden for her. He'll make it up with magic and a cup of tea and a walk. Yeah. That'll be good.]
[She doesn't come down from the music room often - to eat, to drink, and once a day or so, to take some air down in the garden, and Remus, he's kind - although she remembers being chased by him, as an adult, turning into something-
Well, that's frightening, but he hasn't done anything like that since, and Sirius is his friend, so it can't be that bad, can it?
She spots him and smooths her dress down a little, and waves, holding up her slate, greeting prepared.]
Hi, Remus!
Well, that's frightening, but he hasn't done anything like that since, and Sirius is his friend, so it can't be that bad, can it?
She spots him and smooths her dress down a little, and waves, holding up her slate, greeting prepared.]
Hi, Remus!
[She gets it and she stops playing, and stares at the message for a few minutes, her heart hammering. Castiel.
Castiel.]
Yes?
Castiel.]
Yes?
text; been there done that ISN'T THAT WHY THIS ALL STARTED
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- 2013-08-22 06:55 (UTC) - Expand[When he finishes knocking at Sera's door, Sirius leans against it with a very quiet sigh, pressing his cheek to it. Yes. Okay. For someone that's always prided himself on his innate navigational sense, things have been... strange lately. Being tired--beyond tired, but he's not feeling poetic enough to string some more superior thoughts together--
He drums his fingers on the door with a weak little smile.]
Seeeeeraaaaaa. Are you home.
He drums his fingers on the door with a weak little smile.]
Seeeeeraaaaaa. Are you home.
[She's been so tired.
For her, it's insomnia piled on her insomnia, piled on the fact that Dean isn't speaking to her for some reason, it's making her feel worse than usual. She honestly didn't expect anyone to come by, but it's been a while - before the jump was the last time she spent time with Sirius.
So she opens the door and she looks a little bit worse for wear, her usual pile of pillow larger than usual, some of them magpied from the Cyllene, her room covered in thick blankets.
She reaches for his hand.]
Hi.
For her, it's insomnia piled on her insomnia, piled on the fact that Dean isn't speaking to her for some reason, it's making her feel worse than usual. She honestly didn't expect anyone to come by, but it's been a while - before the jump was the last time she spent time with Sirius.
So she opens the door and she looks a little bit worse for wear, her usual pile of pillow larger than usual, some of them magpied from the Cyllene, her room covered in thick blankets.
She reaches for his hand.]
Hi.
text; can i make this a log this time bc i need ac weirdly
doggedly
- 2014-01-25 20:20 (UTC) - Expand[Sirius' cool-and-lazy routine is trumped, for once, by his desire to take care of this situation all at once. This is, for him, a pretty prompt response to the situation, after Lucrezia's Christmas demands have been made public. He goes to Sera's room quite soon after and knocks at her door.
And still--as he stands and waits--he's got the feeling that he fucked up. Probably because he did.]
And still--as he stands and waits--he's got the feeling that he fucked up. Probably because he did.]
[Oh, he fucked up. It's bad enough that she knows he flirts with every girl on the ship, but to a degree that can be handled. But then they all show up, all at once, and there are promises and there are in-jokes and there's Lucrezia who is pretty and -
She's not jealous.
(She's jealous.)
She opens the door, and she looks like she's been trying to sleep. Her hair is mussed, and she has that expression on her face that says that today, the insomnia is winning.
She looks up at him, and it changes a little, to what?]
She's not jealous.
(She's jealous.)
She opens the door, and she looks like she's been trying to sleep. Her hair is mussed, and she has that expression on her face that says that today, the insomnia is winning.
She looks up at him, and it changes a little, to what?]
video » watch as elena tries to make things better and instead probably ruins everything
ex_heightens219
2014-03-11 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when the feed starts up, elena's looking vaguely nervous, but she pastes on a bright -- if apologetic -- smile. she tucks her hair nervously behind her ears and takes a deep breath. ]
Hi, Sera, I'm sorry if this is weird, but, um. I'm Elena Gilbert, I was talking to Sirius earlier, and I just wanted to say -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to step on anyone's toes, or get in the middle of you two.
[ not going to mention that he didn't say he had a girlfriend because she doesn't want to make things worse than they already are. ]
If it makes you feel any better, in our case it really was just plain flirting. I have a guy I'm in love with here [ who is missing and has been for a couple days, can you tell how distraught she is? because she is. so very, very distraught. ] and I told him so, I wasn't planning on following through with any of it. It was just a little harmless flirting, nothing more.
I know it probably doesn't feel that way, seeing it so blatant like that, and like I said, I'm really sorry. I won't flirt with him anymore. We'll be strictly friendly.
[ and she's... done? yes? yes. okay please say that speech was effective she doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings!!! ]
Hi, Sera, I'm sorry if this is weird, but, um. I'm Elena Gilbert, I was talking to Sirius earlier, and I just wanted to say -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to step on anyone's toes, or get in the middle of you two.
[ not going to mention that he didn't say he had a girlfriend because she doesn't want to make things worse than they already are. ]
If it makes you feel any better, in our case it really was just plain flirting. I have a guy I'm in love with here [ who is missing and has been for a couple days, can you tell how distraught she is? because she is. so very, very distraught. ] and I told him so, I wasn't planning on following through with any of it. It was just a little harmless flirting, nothing more.
I know it probably doesn't feel that way, seeing it so blatant like that, and like I said, I'm really sorry. I won't flirt with him anymore. We'll be strictly friendly.
[ and she's... done? yes? yes. okay please say that speech was effective she doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings!!! ]
Hi, Elena.
it's really not your fault.
He probably didn't even tell you that I existed.
it's really not your fault.
He probably didn't even tell you that I existed.
[After the mining colony, and the pizza with Cora Hale, and getting chucked out of the bazaar, and coming to be chucked out of various other places on the colony before the Thing That Shall Not Be Spoken Of (That Did Not Involve Severus Snape)...
Where's Sera? The question has been bothering Sirius for some time now--vaguely, and then with more insistence. He's looked in her room (empty but for her nest of blankets and pillows), in the music rooms (also empty), and everywhere he can think to look, all to no avail. And what was once a search without real direction has become something far more intent until, finally, he's more or less given up.
Which of course means he hasn't given up at all. It's just time to be more intrepid. So that's why there's a large black dog running around the gardens now, sniffing at the floor of the false forest, searching diligently and pawing at things and turning over every leaf until, finally, he comes to a stop beneath a large tree. He sits. He looks left, he looks right. He rises to his feet again, scenting at the air like a bold dog in a film. After all, someone has to seek out the girlfriend of Sirius Black, and it's Padfoot the Wonder Dog! Except... he can smell her, but he can't find her. He sniffs at the air again, and turns in a tight circle, to smell that side of the air... and then he sits down, finally, and whines loudly in confusion before he barks.]
Where's Sera? The question has been bothering Sirius for some time now--vaguely, and then with more insistence. He's looked in her room (empty but for her nest of blankets and pillows), in the music rooms (also empty), and everywhere he can think to look, all to no avail. And what was once a search without real direction has become something far more intent until, finally, he's more or less given up.
Which of course means he hasn't given up at all. It's just time to be more intrepid. So that's why there's a large black dog running around the gardens now, sniffing at the floor of the false forest, searching diligently and pawing at things and turning over every leaf until, finally, he comes to a stop beneath a large tree. He sits. He looks left, he looks right. He rises to his feet again, scenting at the air like a bold dog in a film. After all, someone has to seek out the girlfriend of Sirius Black, and it's Padfoot the Wonder Dog! Except... he can smell her, but he can't find her. He sniffs at the air again, and turns in a tight circle, to smell that side of the air... and then he sits down, finally, and whines loudly in confusion before he barks.]
[She hears the barking and looks down from where she was hanging out. She's been here at this flet for a few days, and she thinks she probably should have let people (Sirius) know, but then she got caught up in the rhythm of being up with the elves and things got away from her.
Now she hears him and comes down, but before he can turn back or do anything else she gets on her knees and hugs him around the neck, his snout against her shoulder. Most dogs only put up with that sort of thing in the most grudging manner possible, but he is not most dogs, is he?]
Now she hears him and comes down, but before he can turn back or do anything else she gets on her knees and hugs him around the neck, his snout against her shoulder. Most dogs only put up with that sort of thing in the most grudging manner possible, but he is not most dogs, is he?]
I need to see you. [ He's delayed this much too long. ]
[Luckily for him, she's managed to find her way back, just now.]
Now?
Seraphim?
I am sorry, I hope you are feeling better.
I wondered, if you were, if you might help me.
Do... you happen to know how to bake? I am not sure whomelse to ask.
I am sorry, I hope you are feeling better.
I wondered, if you were, if you might help me.
Do... you happen to know how to bake? I am not sure whomelse to ask.
Jax Teller told me you want to learn how to shoot and asked me to teach you some self-defence.
Interested?
Interested?
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