There is a term for it, young woman. Would it make a difference if you knew from the start that you were taking part in a tradition, rather than breaking new ground?
I write to you from further up the mountain, but I am not writing to you(more) to tell you about the crossing. I am not telling you, either, to stay home, that the journey is not worth it. You are also in the West, and there is no further to go unless you turn around. You could also paddle out and drown. But that sounds lonely, and the only thing I want to say to you is that doing something yourself is not the same as doing it alone.
Marlena Dietrich is said to have defined amitie amoureuse as "friends who use lovers tactics."
I have heard people marvel at the number of stars in the sky. This tactic is commonly used by young men who are trying to express a desire to kiss someone. I have heard people marvel at the multiple words for snow in some Arctic tongue. This wonder is commonly expressed by people who have assumed that each word has one meaning and each object one name.
Marlena Dietrich would already understand about the number of stars and the so-many words. I doubt she marveled at all. She just knew.
When you get to where you think you are going, resist the temptation to sigh and marvel at where you have arrived. I am not warning you of false summits, just reminding you never want to reach the end.
On the other hand, young woman, just because it has been done before does not make it less tender. Write to me now and then and tell me what love is like.
I keep checking my email as if there might be a message from James.
I mean come on, James sending me an email is about as likely as a blizzard in July.
This is how pathetic I've become.
Missing people sometimes makes me crazy.
(more) Missing James takes it to a whole 'nother level.
When I finally do see him,I may slap him.
No,maybe I'll punch him,right in the nose.
Or,maybe I'll just grab him,throw him against the nearest wall.nd this silly bullshit once and for all.
Oh I don't mean end as in plunge a stake into his heart,I mean end this goddamn never-ending sexual tension building for years and make with the plunging in a different kind of way.
Fuck this sex-ban.
He wants to be in control then by all means,take control already!
Because truth be told,if he doesn't,I will.
He wants to wait until I've got more vampire experience under my belt and all I want to do is reacquaint myself with what James has under his belt.It's been way too long since we've been together and believe me,I'm on the verge of exploding.
Having his twin brother show up isn't helping matters either.
They may walk-alike and talk-alike and all the other Patty Duke-like stuff,but Liam is a poor substitute for James.
He's like drinking 2-day-old pigs-blood instead of sweet fresh human blood.
Liam is way too comfortable around me.It's annoying when he just walks into my house like he's welcome.Like now.
I'm searching every damn email account I have and still no word from James.
"Dammit Liam,I'm in no fucking mood,leave!"
Mouth drops open.
He cocks his head,eyes twinkling,giving me that James-grin.
"Where have you-"
"I'll explain on the way,we're headed west."
And as always,I follow him.
Caleb can see his sister up ahead, her arms flung out to the side as she twirls up the trail. She hasn't been this happy since they left Cumberland Estates. It is her tenth birthday, and with that comes the gift of the Prescott family. She can see them(more) now. The Companions.
Cora hasn't chosen hers yet, so she will be accompanied by a dozen until she can make her decision. They dance with her, weaving in between her legs and around her arms as she moves through the fast fading light of dusk. Caleb smiles, aware of his own Companion tucked comfortably inside his shirt pocket. Mel's been with him for nine years.
The Prescotts keep quiet about their unusual friends. Eight inches tall and invisible to most humans, the Companions keep to the shadows and cause mischief. It's why they have to keep moving so much -- those that can't see them are afraid, and Caleb's family has been accused of witchcraft on more than one occasion.
"She's certainly enjoying herself," comes the small voice from Caleb's pocket. Mel pulls her form up to Caleb's shoulder where she can perch as they walk.
"Can't say I blame her," Caleb replies. "She's been looking forward to this since Miles chose." He adjusts the pack of belongings on his back and glances at Mel. "Is it -- is it as much fun for you as it is for us?" He's unsure how the creature will answer -- having a Companion is an honor for humans, but he's never considered the other side of it.
"It's... satisfying." Mel frowns, as if she hasn't considered her own opinion either. "I suppose it gives us purpose. Mischief is fun, but this--"
Cora's giggle interrupts their conversation, and they share an easy smile.(less)
Hop in and we'll go for a ride
Up the trail, far away from the city lights
Enjoy a drink or two with some food
And an evening all to ourselves
Those were the days of our lives
(more) Now I ride this trail alone
Pushing faster each and every time
Defying the limits that have been imposed
Racing away from all that I once knew
With a goal of finding greener pastures
White-knuckled and alert, I save these situations for myself
The faster I go, the more adrenaline I feel
And the less I think
Enjoyment with no real concern of danger
Some would call it carelessness
Whereas I think the opposite
An open road and a tune on the stereo
And those times in the rearview mirror(less)