Travel babble...

[arabwel]

Plane ticket issue = has been resolved, Finnair does not reqitre those shiny credit card thingies to make and pay a reservation *sighs happily* Plus? they will be cheaper than Blue1. and, offer free snacks unlike blue1, too!

In other news, still weepy. and waiting for those psace bags. Cousin has left, though.

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[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

Yay, tickets!

*snuggles you lots*

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

Yup,. Much yay for tickets. i also have in my grubby hands the ticket to see WASP :) (and how bad is it that I am already panicking about what to wear? :P )

*Snugggleclings*

i am trying to write something self-induldgent but it is not working out. *facepalms' itä's like I donlt even know what I want to cheer myself up with! *puppydog eyes' Help me?

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

*cuddles* Hmm, not sure what I can do. My headspace at the moment has more robots than monsters...

...though I have Eddie, since the new Maiden album is out, if you want me to send him over with hugs? :)

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

*cuddles* Alas, robots seem a bit too cold and infriendly still to me to get happy thoughts from...
Eddie-hugs would be lovely, though :)

*tries to figure out how her writer-briain can be satisfied when wrieting out something very, very self-indulgent involving pretty pop stars* stupid brain just refuses to let to make it simple, no it has to be complicated and believeable and... arrgh! *facepalms*

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

[Eddie: Hey, girlie. *sits down next to you, taking off army tin hat to let his hair fall free* What's up? ]


Want to show me what you've got so far? P'raps I can help? :)

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

(*doesn't look up, wrings hands in lap. "Not much...." says subduedly and shrugs* )


I donöt relaly have anything! I just keep staring at the screen and going "..." about it. *sigh*Ä only have this.

**
She shivered, cold despite the late summer heat. She wrapped her arms closer to her body and huddled deeper into the bench she was sitting on. She felt so very alone, so very tired… like the last straws had snapped.

**

which sucks. am almost tempted to write something incredibly indulgent and cheerful which involves dima coming home to wonderful family-sorts news... *sigh*

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

[Eddie: *puts an arm over your shoulders* Hey, come on. Not that bad is it? *hugs you, friendly like*]

Mm. *nods* I think someone should come and sit down beside her, myself. Either a pretty pop star, or possibly a friendly monster...

(Or a spider, of course. ;) )

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

(*closes eyes and snuggles closer* yeah it is. life sucks*sighs* )

I am pretty sure it should be a prettyu pop startr because pretty pop stars can be so wsweet and lovely whereas monsters.. well,monsters are different.

(Eeeek! :P )

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

[Eddie: *long fingers wrap firmly over your shoulder, holding you against the cold, and somehow you feel warmer even though he's only wearing lightweight army fatigues and ought to be colder than you are* Poor girlie. *strokes your hair lightly with his other hand* Don't worry, love. Everything straightens itself out sooner or later. *pet, pet, pet*]

Hmm! *thinks* Do you mind if I contribute...?

She shivered, cold despite the late summer heat. She wrapped her arms closer to her body and huddled deeper into the bench she was sitting on. She felt so very alone, so very tired… like the last straws had snapped.

"Excuse me," said a voice beside her, "is this seat taken?"

She started and looked up; he smiled back at her, a slender, youthful figure, dark hair and dancing eyes gleaming in the sunshine...

(Do you know the rhyme about Miss Muffett, or didn't she make it to Finland?)

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

(*Sniffles and snuggles even closer ot him, nuzzling his chest* I wish I could believe that.... )

andnot at all. please, felel free to contribute *snuggles gratefully*

She blinked. She must’ve been seeing things, her eyes clouded by tears; it couldn’t be…

“No,” she found herself saying, her voice hoarse from crying. “It’s free.”

Turning her face away from the vision that seemed so tempting but so false, she curled deeper in the corner.

**

(I think I have heard a part of it.. little miss muffet, sat on her tuffet? cnaöt recall more of it, except that she..r an away? )

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

[Eddie: Aw, there... *wraps both arms around you, holding you against him* Easy, now. *strokes hair*]

"Heh, thanks." He slid easily down onto the bench beside her, graceful, stretching his long legs out and leaning back comfortably. For a moment he stared at the sky, smiling.

Then he looked down, and his attention suddenly focused. "...I'm sorry, are you all right?" The question came out awkward, but his voice was soft with concern.

("Little Miss Muffett, sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey; Along came a spider, who sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffett away."

Or, the version I prefer:

"Little Miss Muffett, sat on a tuffet, eating her eggs and bacon; Along came a spider, who sat down beside her and said "Is this seat taken?" *g*)

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

(*sniffles more and closes eyes, clinging to him*)

**

She shivered again, not looking at him. “No,” she said quietly. “Not really.” She knew she should get up, not talk to him but just go, go inside, go home, go somewhere… but she didn’t have the strength to do so.

*'

(Heee... sounds like a fun little rhyme. i donöt think we have anything quite like that :P )

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

[Eddie: *just lets you cling, stroking your hair, murmuring wordless comforting things*]

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "Look, is there... I mean, do you need someone to talk to?" He leaned forward a little, looking at her with concern.

(It's cute. I learned it when I was tiny and it sticks in my head. ^_^)

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

(*sniffles a little, queezing eyes shut and just rests in his embrace*)

She wanted to say she didn’t want to talk, that the words wouldn’t come, that it would be futile and only echo the pain, not make it better, never make it better…. But as tears slowly leaked from the corners of her eyes, she found herself nodding ever-so-slightly. “Maybe.”

(Heee. tyhe only thing involving spiders I learned was a song. Itsy-biitsy spider :P )