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tanarillToday had the potential to suck. Like something that nature abhors. Therefore, I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out pretty good.
The Bad:
I woke up in the middle of the night and my entire right side was damp. No wet, just damp, and getting wetter. This is because I do, as I've mentioned, sleep with the window open. It rained . . . and the window was open. Thus, I got damp. I closed the window, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I was dry by morning.
The Slightly Better:
I got, to my utter chagrin, to sleep in to 8.00. I do not like this statement. The sleeping in part is fine, it's just the to 8.00 that hurts. Badly. Nevertheless, I slept in to 8.00, had an actual not-egg containing breakfast, and went off to meet my new doctor. She's another of these people impressed by the fact that I donated bone marrow. Really, people, it's not that big a deal . . .
So I was doctor'd up. I have lost seven pounds in the last two weeks, or about half a pound per day. That is one awesome diet right there, whatever I'm doing. My eyes track properly, my muscles reflex properly, and my blood pressure is highly normal. My doctor still wants me to get some blood work done, which means a twelve-hour fast. Lovely.
I've also been maybe-diagnosed with something called "insulin resistance," which is a diabetes precursor. So I have to lose 20 more pounds (which I expected) or become diabetic. I'ma ty losing the weight. I'm quite lucky; MW is a dietitian, so I get the consultation for free and I live with her. It's like having my own personal trainer.
The Very Much Worse:
I got to work in time to eat lunch and then RUN to Warren, where I sat in a meeting for two hours looking at small pieces of plastic. These pieces of plastic have no relation to what happens to cars, but we still use them as standards. No, I know not why. After the meeting, I found out that crap-driver Chris, who is usually at these things, will instead be in Korea next week, so I get to do it On My Own. Joy.
The Boyfriend:
Is a geek. To the next level, and it's what I love about him. We are able to have entire conversations on the question of "Your slippers all over the floor? All two of them?" and "I wonder what kind of geek I am?" and "HAL is not a bad thing to name a recalcitrant computer." Ten minutes of this made the horrible of the day go away. Plus, cuddles :)
Then I went and beat the fire dungeon in Twilight Princess,a Zelda game that I keep comparing to OoT, and it consistently comes out on top. There was ceiling walking in this one. A discussion about the ramifications of going Prince of Persia on the Zelda dungeon's ass was had. Then I got the Zelda version of a rocket launcher. Yes. A rocket launcher.
Yes.
So now I'm at home, very happy that I have such a great BF and think about how I tend to associate things to other things by scent. MW smells like warmth and safety, Dad smells very distinctly of machines and morals, and now my boyfriend is comfort and the way a heartbeat sounds.
Other things:
I remembered a dream. I didn't have it last night, but I don't think it was more than a week ago. A lot of it had to do with Biggoron, dressed like Minish Cap Link and hanging on (and in) the pulverized island from WindWaker where the fish with Nayru's Pearl was supposed to be, along with his very extended family. He was too big to go rescue his mother Ooccoo from somewhere. So his relative Dark Link and myself Link had to go do it for her, while working through the fact that we didn't like each other, in much the same way Toki and Dash don't like each other. This did not happen. It ought to have, but instead DL did something stupid and died and before Link could resurrect him the dream ended.
The temperature is autumnal. Other people keep saying that autumn is here, but they're wrong. Autumn involves the smell of wood fires and leaf mold. It's just that today was cooler.
And finally, in the interests of writing, again,
Title: Mirror
Fandom: DP, owned by not me and therefore I make no monies
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash. Yaoi. Gay. I don't think I can make this much clearer.
"You're insane."
"Yes, I know. Make your choice, Danny."
" . . . as if I have a choice," muttered Danny, looking away. Careful not to let his eyes fall on the specially-constructed chains that held him captive.
"You do. You could reject my offer, and watch helplessly as I raze this city and everything you love to the ground, or you can give yourself to me and let me take your place as the protector and hero."
"Like I said," replied Danny. "All right, Dan. Me."
"Excellent choice."
***
Things changed.
The people of Amity Park got over the fact with relatively little trouble, especially when it became apparent that not only was Dan stronger, he was tougher too. Ghosts sometimes came back for a round two, but never for a round three.
The Fentons did not give up looking for their son, believing that if they could just talk to him he'd understand that they still loved him.
Danny learned to wake up at night next to his worst nightmare and not Wail.
***
There were other things, too, like the way that Vlad's personal taste seemed to have won out over Danny's, with the result that the bed was always made and the dishes practically sparkled. Like the way that food was purchased and prepared every day, and was both flavorful and healthy.
Like the way that he was, in his mad implacable way, so very gentle while Danny screamed his objections, and then cursed, and then cried silently.
***
Eventually, there were some surprises.
The neatly gift-wrapped present turning out to be a book of photographs by the Hubble Space Telescope that appeared on his birthday.
The letter from his family that appeared for Christmas, and the correspondence he was allowed to set up.
The kisses showered like rain for New Years, like tears; and that gently careful awakening to what he'd been refusing to hear all along; and afterward, realizing that he felt , for the first time, safe in the circle of strong, warm arms.
The love.
***
Being set free.
***
These days, Danny doesn't spend much time as a human. He ages while human, and he knows that at least some part of the initial attraction was to his looks, so he wants to keep them as long as possible. His family is a little worried about him, his sister convinced that he's got Stockholm, and maybe he does. But even so, he doesn't care.
He is loved.
And there you go, Chains. R&R, please.
Ada, lurkerlaine, I'm still waiting on drabble prompts.
The Bad:
I woke up in the middle of the night and my entire right side was damp. No wet, just damp, and getting wetter. This is because I do, as I've mentioned, sleep with the window open. It rained . . . and the window was open. Thus, I got damp. I closed the window, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I was dry by morning.
The Slightly Better:
I got, to my utter chagrin, to sleep in to 8.00. I do not like this statement. The sleeping in part is fine, it's just the to 8.00 that hurts. Badly. Nevertheless, I slept in to 8.00, had an actual not-egg containing breakfast, and went off to meet my new doctor. She's another of these people impressed by the fact that I donated bone marrow. Really, people, it's not that big a deal . . .
So I was doctor'd up. I have lost seven pounds in the last two weeks, or about half a pound per day. That is one awesome diet right there, whatever I'm doing. My eyes track properly, my muscles reflex properly, and my blood pressure is highly normal. My doctor still wants me to get some blood work done, which means a twelve-hour fast. Lovely.
I've also been maybe-diagnosed with something called "insulin resistance," which is a diabetes precursor. So I have to lose 20 more pounds (which I expected) or become diabetic. I'ma ty losing the weight. I'm quite lucky; MW is a dietitian, so I get the consultation for free and I live with her. It's like having my own personal trainer.
The Very Much Worse:
I got to work in time to eat lunch and then RUN to Warren, where I sat in a meeting for two hours looking at small pieces of plastic. These pieces of plastic have no relation to what happens to cars, but we still use them as standards. No, I know not why. After the meeting, I found out that crap-driver Chris, who is usually at these things, will instead be in Korea next week, so I get to do it On My Own. Joy.
The Boyfriend:
Is a geek. To the next level, and it's what I love about him. We are able to have entire conversations on the question of "Your slippers all over the floor? All two of them?" and "I wonder what kind of geek I am?" and "HAL is not a bad thing to name a recalcitrant computer." Ten minutes of this made the horrible of the day go away. Plus, cuddles :)
Then I went and beat the fire dungeon in Twilight Princess,a Zelda game that I keep comparing to OoT, and it consistently comes out on top. There was ceiling walking in this one. A discussion about the ramifications of going Prince of Persia on the Zelda dungeon's ass was had. Then I got the Zelda version of a rocket launcher. Yes. A rocket launcher.
Yes.
So now I'm at home, very happy that I have such a great BF and think about how I tend to associate things to other things by scent. MW smells like warmth and safety, Dad smells very distinctly of machines and morals, and now my boyfriend is comfort and the way a heartbeat sounds.
Other things:
I remembered a dream. I didn't have it last night, but I don't think it was more than a week ago. A lot of it had to do with Biggoron, dressed like Minish Cap Link and hanging on (and in) the pulverized island from WindWaker where the fish with Nayru's Pearl was supposed to be, along with his very extended family. He was too big to go rescue his mother Ooccoo from somewhere. So his relative Dark Link and myself Link had to go do it for her, while working through the fact that we didn't like each other, in much the same way Toki and Dash don't like each other. This did not happen. It ought to have, but instead DL did something stupid and died and before Link could resurrect him the dream ended.
The temperature is autumnal. Other people keep saying that autumn is here, but they're wrong. Autumn involves the smell of wood fires and leaf mold. It's just that today was cooler.
And finally, in the interests of writing, again,
Title: Mirror
Fandom: DP, owned by not me and therefore I make no monies
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash. Yaoi. Gay. I don't think I can make this much clearer.
"You're insane."
"Yes, I know. Make your choice, Danny."
" . . . as if I have a choice," muttered Danny, looking away. Careful not to let his eyes fall on the specially-constructed chains that held him captive.
"You do. You could reject my offer, and watch helplessly as I raze this city and everything you love to the ground, or you can give yourself to me and let me take your place as the protector and hero."
"Like I said," replied Danny. "All right, Dan. Me."
"Excellent choice."
***
Things changed.
The people of Amity Park got over the fact with relatively little trouble, especially when it became apparent that not only was Dan stronger, he was tougher too. Ghosts sometimes came back for a round two, but never for a round three.
The Fentons did not give up looking for their son, believing that if they could just talk to him he'd understand that they still loved him.
Danny learned to wake up at night next to his worst nightmare and not Wail.
***
There were other things, too, like the way that Vlad's personal taste seemed to have won out over Danny's, with the result that the bed was always made and the dishes practically sparkled. Like the way that food was purchased and prepared every day, and was both flavorful and healthy.
Like the way that he was, in his mad implacable way, so very gentle while Danny screamed his objections, and then cursed, and then cried silently.
***
Eventually, there were some surprises.
The neatly gift-wrapped present turning out to be a book of photographs by the Hubble Space Telescope that appeared on his birthday.
The letter from his family that appeared for Christmas, and the correspondence he was allowed to set up.
The kisses showered like rain for New Years, like tears; and that gently careful awakening to what he'd been refusing to hear all along; and afterward, realizing that he felt , for the first time, safe in the circle of strong, warm arms.
The love.
***
Being set free.
***
These days, Danny doesn't spend much time as a human. He ages while human, and he knows that at least some part of the initial attraction was to his looks, so he wants to keep them as long as possible. His family is a little worried about him, his sister convinced that he's got Stockholm, and maybe he does. But even so, he doesn't care.
He is loved.
And there you go, Chains. R&R, please.
Ada, lurkerlaine, I'm still waiting on drabble prompts.
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Date: 2007-09-12 03:27 am (UTC)Hmm, how about Danny and keys.
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Date: 2007-09-12 03:35 am (UTC)And I loved the fic. You have an uncanny ability to have things be creepy/awesome and entertaining.