Locks of Love
Feb. 18th, 2007 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillOkay, so many of you may or may not know that this is a thing I do. I grow my hair out to, like, a yard and then cut off some for locks of love. Wash, rinse, repeat. My hair was about a yard long when I woke up this morning. Now it only goes down to a few inches below my shoulders.
My head feels very light. And when I was taking a shower earlier and washing out my hair I kept expecting it to end a foot and a half later, only it didn't.
It feels weird, is what I am saying.
Also, my Eska-muse is poking the inside of my brain and wants things to be made clear:
She does not, and never has, belonged to Heres Tanarill. She belongs to herself. She was a human for nearly a hundred years before she became a sword, and she became a sword willingly. By sticking a piece of red-hot steel through her gut. She does not spend all, or even most of her time, Walking with Heres Tanarill. Kindof. When Heres Tanarill calls, if she feels like it's something that Heres Tanarill can't do alone, she will step outside of time and Walk with her for a while. When she isn't, she's generally being carried around by Hanhara i'Kessela a'Kintar, who is a (very) distant relative.
No, you won't be tested on it. But Eska just wanted you to know those things, and was yelling at me.
And, pervert mine, I have books for you to read. The ones that you must read are "The Grand Tour," for a single scene in which you realize how bloody often those two get it on; and "The Fire's Stone," which contains a permanent threesome of two guys and girl and no visible sex ever takes place. If you want to do some extra credit, you can also read "Six Moon Dance," but the sex is blatant and kinda creepy once you figure out what the hell's going on.
My head feels very light. And when I was taking a shower earlier and washing out my hair I kept expecting it to end a foot and a half later, only it didn't.
It feels weird, is what I am saying.
Also, my Eska-muse is poking the inside of my brain and wants things to be made clear:
She does not, and never has, belonged to Heres Tanarill. She belongs to herself. She was a human for nearly a hundred years before she became a sword, and she became a sword willingly. By sticking a piece of red-hot steel through her gut. She does not spend all, or even most of her time, Walking with Heres Tanarill. Kindof. When Heres Tanarill calls, if she feels like it's something that Heres Tanarill can't do alone, she will step outside of time and Walk with her for a while. When she isn't, she's generally being carried around by Hanhara i'Kessela a'Kintar, who is a (very) distant relative.
No, you won't be tested on it. But Eska just wanted you to know those things, and was yelling at me.
And, pervert mine, I have books for you to read. The ones that you must read are "The Grand Tour," for a single scene in which you realize how bloody often those two get it on; and "The Fire's Stone," which contains a permanent threesome of two guys and girl and no visible sex ever takes place. If you want to do some extra credit, you can also read "Six Moon Dance," but the sex is blatant and kinda creepy once you figure out what the hell's going on.
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Date: 2007-02-19 10:37 pm (UTC)My father's even weirder. Despite being a middle-aged, white male he still shaves his head in about May. It grows back by August >.>