Topic: Window To Your Soul

Daigh · Date: 2011-06-25 22:56 EST

Random Daigh Musings

Daigh · Date: 2011-06-25 22:57 EST

Putting a hammock in the big picture window in his place had been almost the best idea of all time. It created a warm place to relax when the sunlight filtered through, or a handy spot to stargaze, if he was so inclined. That hammock was where he was currently, one arm folded behind his head, pushing against the wall with the toes of one foot to sway slowly. He was staring out at the sky as it lightened with dawn, but he wasn?t really seeing it. He had a lot on his mind, but it wasn?t stuff, it was people. Two in particular, and they both happened to be blonde.

Mealla was coming soon, for which he was excited. He loved his parents, but Mealla was the one he?d truly missed when he?d come here. Ever since she had been born he?d felt a connection with her, the kind of bond that really close siblings cultivated over the course of their childhood. But with her, it had been instantaneous, like he had known great things would come out of her. Of course, she wasn?t his blood relation. Not that it particularly mattered, but some people seemed to think their bond was unusual.

She?d been a surprise, as it were, and had never stopped being one since. Daigh had been adopted as a little boy, around the age of three year old, as his parents had been unable to have a child. And then, when he?d been six, Mealla had come along. He?d decided then that he would look out for her, and that had strengthened over the years. When other siblings had started warring, they never had. Best friends always, he?d been the one weird brother that had actually invited his kid sister along, and had in fact gotten indignant a number of times when his friends hadn?t wanted her to tag after them.

Mealla was special, an old soul. Despite her young years, she had wisdom and a clarity of mind and moral that was rare. She was certainly excitable (some might go so far as to say ?hyperactive?), but she?d also always been a calming influence on him. She had a way of lightening his mood- well, anyone?s, really- and he?d missed that, and her. But that would be over soon, because within a week she?d be here in RhyDin, and he was more than ready to welcome her.

Welcoming her. With a dinner. That turned his thoughts to the other blonde in question. Quinn. He smiled as he thought of her, even though he didn?t realize it. It was funny, he hadn?t known her for very long, but already she was someone he knew he would throw down for. Straight shank a bitch status, if someone messed with her.

He?d thought it was sweet when she?d suggested they cook for Mealla. He knew she didn?t know how to do it ?well, except for her elite water boiling skills- but she?d wanted to do it, just because it was his sister, someone who was cared about. It had meant a lot to him, even though he hadn?t told her that.

He hadn?t told her a lot of things. Sure, she knew about ?him?, but not about how he was starting to feel toward her. And he wouldn?t tell her, not right now. She had a boyfriend, and he was not the type of guy to get between a relationship. He wasn?t going to start now, even though he wanted to. He was wrestling with that. Was it bad to want to? Of course it was. It would cause another person unhappiness, and he wasn?t fond of being the reason behind that. Still, the thought was there, and it seemed a little harder to keep his mouth shut each time he saw her. Maybe it was a smidgeon soon, as he hadn?t really known her for very long, but that was the nature of these things. You couldn?t help who you were drawn to, any more than you could keep from drawing your next breath.

He also knew she was dealing with ?stuff? concerning the boyfriend. Perhaps reservations toward the relationship? He had no assumption that it had anything to do with himself, and he wasn?t about to get his hopes up. If she'd happen to ask, he would never advocate her breaking up with him, but he would listen. He would listen and be there for her, however she needed it. If it was to vent, that was fine. To gush about said boyfriend? That was ok, too. And if it came to a point where she needed a shoulder to cry on, he would offer it in a heartbeat. Then again, if she?d told him she needed the moon, he?d do his best to get that, too.

Daigh · Date: 2011-10-25 21:07 EST

Something was wrong. I mean? yeah, there was plenty that wasn?t ideal at the moment, but those were situations that would take planning to figure out. Planning and a hell of a lot of luck. But this? This was different.

It wasn?t Quinn. We knew what she was now, and that was what was going to take some time. Get it all sorted out. That was still my first priority, but something else was niggling at the back of my head. It had to do with the other woman in my life- Mealla.

She?d been acting a bit strangely since she?d gotten back from visiting home. Not anything that was extremely noticeable to anyone but those that knew her well. But she?ll stare off just a little bit longer than usual. She won?t hear me sometimes when I'm speaking. It might have been that she was just paying more attention to Margaret, but if that was the reason, why was Margaret all the sudden being so needy? It didn?t make sense, and if I try to ask her, she just smiles and tells me I'm being silly.

At first I thought maybe it was that boy that she?d been seeing briefly. He?d up and left without a word, so that could explain being a little out of it. (Note to self- murder him if he shows back up.) But her little bit of oddness had started happening prior to him leaving. Maybe it made it worse. I didn?t know. It?s strange when things start going downhill at the same time that other things are going uphill. I have the wedding to look forward to, and finding a new place with Quinn. And Olive, of course. But I still can?t shake this feeling that something?s going on. And I hate not knowing.