Nerve Endings

[rinue]

Patrick is sprawled on the bed with his hand wrapped around my ankle and his head on the pillow in Delia's lap. I confess that I don't know what to write about; I seem to have trouble thinking these days. It's not so bad, I suppose -- I can still make gumbo, and I've managed to sort my shoes into those I wear and those I do not. And as for the cause of my malady, well. . . he alternates puns with the hums in the back of his throat and his eyes turn a pearlized green when he looks at me. In any case, the advantages far outweigh the defecits.

I think our behavior should be disgusting to just about everyone, but instead they are elated and mildly smug. Primary reactions vary from leaping up and down in delight to a smilingly sarcastic "so, you and Patrick are a couple. Sure didn't see that one coming! It's only been what, two years?" There has also been a lot of staring at the both of us and grinning like an idiot until I become so cross I must flee to the bathroom. (At which point I am followed and subjected to potential-bridesmaid jockeying no matter how many times I make eloquent attacks on the entire institution of the wedding.)

My own parents are convinced that the reason we're coming to Boston is to announce our engagement, and I haven't even told them we're together. Of course, this hasn't stopped any of my old friends from leaping to the same conclusions; upon meeting my oldest friend, Kristina, in the lobby of a Honda service center, it only took my saying "You know how. . ." to elicit a gasp of "Oh my God! You're finally with Patrick!"

This has been revoltingly common, which leads me to believe that the large majority of my friends have been conspiring against me for the past two years. Valancy apparently came close to running a betting pool as to when it would happen.

Yes; it is indeed fortunate that I am the happiest I've ever been, because otherwise heads would roll. It's not as though I don't command a squad of ninjas who swore fealty to me upon the defeat of Roshambo.

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[remembrall.livejournal.com]

::kiss:: that's it. Just ::kiss::. I am a woman of few words.

...ok, that's utter bull shit, but still

[remembrall.livejournal.com]

And I'm Khirsah. Bloody hell

[rinue.livejournal.com]

I would've figured it out anyway (i.e. asked Ailei), but I thank you for the efficiency of your clarification. ;)

-Romie

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[remembrall.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm a right efficient girl ;) And sleepy. Who invented 6:00 am anyways? razzumfrazzum

hee

[ailei.livejournal.com]

Am NOT saying 'I told you so' because it looks like the whole world beat me to it. But I am very happy for you, and I cannot wait for you to bring the boy home to meet the godfather.

And K, the Nev's a dead giveaway.

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[rinue.livejournal.com]

::sticks tongue out at Ailei::

Actually, it's possible that we could come down on Friday as my friend Kristina needs to go to Houston to do some visa stuff (she'll be studying abroad in Italy. Opera singer). So really, you could get to meet both Ron and the inspiration for Lavender (which makes her sound much more terrifying than she is). If you're amenable, that is, and everything else works out as well.

-Romie

[tommx.livejournal.com]

being somewhat out of the loop, i cannot say i saw this coming, but it is a logical pairing and one that i approve of. the operative part of it is that it appears to make you both happy, and there is a lot to be said for that.

hope i get to see you guys one of these days!

[rinue.livejournal.com]

::hugs Tom::

-Romie

[(Anonymous)]

*smiles softly*

One would think an agent of Fate would have a better grasp of foresight. I have sometimes been told that there are some things which are meant to be. One would suggest this is one of them.

-Chad

[rinue.livejournal.com]

It really is odd that I have less foresight than most people (concerning myself). One can only assume it's to prevent me from deliberately manipulating the future to my own ends. And I really hate to use the phrase "meant to be," but you're right that it does rather seem to apply, to the extent that I have been told that I only met certain people in order that they would introduce me to Patrick. Still -- hackneyed phrase, especially to those of us in the fanfic world. Grrrr.

It's breathtaking how much I love him, though. I'd marry him today if he asked, and I don't even know that I believe in marriage. Crazy.

loVe,
Romie

[(Anonymous)]

The lass forgets
As she is wont
That I do not Lachysis vaunt

And Clotho's hand
Weaves not the thread
That will be cut when I am dead

Keep this in mind
The Fates are blind
Wipe away and bind your tears
Fear not the shears
The Fates are gettin' on in years
And can't resist my leers
Ho ho!
And can't resist my leers!

*bows fluidly and dances over to the bar for another glass of wine*
The Prince of Thieves

[hipgunslinger.livejournal.com]

Your ninjas will fall to my fierce dragon justice.
HOWEVER.
The combination of the threat of YOUR ninjas and PATRICK'S ninjas do quite a bit more than just whiten my complexion.
I am forced then to resume a defensive stance, grin happily at you, exclaim ignorance as my scapegoat for ever attempting to show your forces the essence of righteousness and provide you with my heartfelt felicitations which can only be expressed in a way...
THAT I HAVE ONLY JUST CONCEIVED THIS INSTANT!

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Instantly, I am paralyzed by suspicion, for your methods are madness, Johnny! MADNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! And yet I am intrigued by the grin which flows from your defensive stance; it shows a cocky rogueishness which could either mean great joy or a diversion of a bo-armed ninja squad flanking me.

Oh, by the way, I think one of us is going to have to persuade our ninjas from wearing the color black, because the fight choreography gets too confusing otherwise.

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[hipgunslinger.livejournal.com]

I thought it was already apparent that I was leader of a band of outcast DISCO NINJAS, who only fight wearing the tightest, polyesterest, tackiest robes this side of Saturday night fever.

We fight for truth, justice, groove and the boogie.
But oh, fear not, in your heart of hearts you know what this is, as we have discussed it once upon a time... though I'm sure it was so offhanded, that it will come as a surprise.

[thanecawdor.livejournal.com]

Foolish Canadian! My forces be not of the ninja variety, but rather of the ancient Pirate way. Sacred and scruffy arts of combat have been drilled into their scurvy heads in order to allow them to arrive in a group and attack simultaneously as opposed to one at a time... like certain deadly Japanese arts. Ha! Ha!

With their rallying cry of "Fromage" they can defeat any foe!

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[hipgunslinger.livejournal.com]

Then, I shall be sure to leave a perimeter of the most potent Grog the world has ever seen, in that when at last, our forces clash and wreak destruction upon one another, yours will be incomprehensibly drunk.
Then Disco Justice will groove on.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Will there be flashing lights underfoot which change color in concert with the funky backbeat?

-Romie

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[hipgunslinger.livejournal.com]

CONSTANTLY.
there will also be odd hybridized movements of classical Ninjitsu style, mixed with Shaolin kung fu and then a dash of funkytown thrown in.

It will be the funkiest beating you ever did have.