Brimwylf

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Author’s note: I’ve been reading Beowulf. That should prepare you, right?

Brimwylf
I sit in my borrow and breathe in the salty air.
My child, my only child, he goes a-hunting again.
That May so long ago, I should have brought
The hawthorn to the hall.
Better luck it would have been
Than the shadow with which I danced.
My sweet wolf-cub, you have your father’s tastes,
The moss was red, on the ground where we lay.
He gave me his sword, heirloom for our child,
A dagger to keep as mine, both tainted
With his kind’s touch. How thankful can my heart be;
I bore no daughter to, like me, foolish me,
Chase shadow in the warm night’s air.
He up and left us like grey smoke,
My monstrous babe and I, having to hide from the world.
I was a fair-haired maid once, my eyes shone too bright.
Now under a lake we hide, my child and I.
My babe, you call for me, who wounded you in the arm?
Your blood has painted the path to our home,
Oh, what shall I do?

Sands of time chapter 2

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Author’s note: Yes, the title is from the Disney song. I was listening to it (in my head) while writing this. So, for lack of a better title… Actually, I kinda like the idea of song lyrics for titles. By the end of this fic (whenever that happens) I’ll have a proper soundtrack!

***And at last I see the light***

He had been gone for a week. Elena sighed as she threw a log to the fire, her attention fixed at the entrance of the cave. Akefia had not expected her to stay but she had nowhere to go and besides she was drawn to him. He rarely talked to her, even when he was “home” but he had occasionally brought things back to her from his business. She had been wondering if he was some kind of merchant what with his long absences and strange things he brought back. Elena sighed. She was constantly thinking about the white-haired man, worrying for him and wondering if he was alright, if he had someone else…

 

Before the jealous thought could root in her heart the sound of hoofs rushing in the sand reached her. Flying to the opening of the cave she saw Akefia tie his black horse in shade and walk towards her. She frowned. Something in the way he moved was wrong. He was clutching his face and blood was sipping through his fingers. He was muttering a steady stream of curses that only increased when he saw her watching him concerned. Her eyes were the reason he had been so active lately. The worry that shown through them every time he returned from a long raid filled him with a warm feeling that he hadn’t felt since he was five.

 

Forgetting her usual shyness she rushed to his side and helped him sit against the cave wall.

“What happened?” she asked scared, wetting a rag and leaning to clean the wound. Akefia leaned away instinctively

“Damned guards, that’s what happened.” He snapped angrily. He would be lucky if he didn’t lose his eye. Elena bit her lip and hesitantly brought the rag closer to his face again.

“Please let me clean it,” she said quietly. “It will get infected if it stays like this.” With a sigh the Thief King rested against the wall and allowed her to do as she wished. He felt her gently washing the blood away, trying to make the process as painless as possible.

“You are too soft-hearted,” he said gruffly. “You’ll only end up in trouble for showing mercy to an outlaw.” His words triggered something in her memory.

“The King of Thieves,” she whispered, finally remembering how they had met. “This outlaw saved my life and I trust him,” she said louder so that he could hear her. He closed his uninjured eye.

“That’s foolish of you,” he insisted. “I am the darkness. I will only taint you if you come too close.”

“Then I will be your light,” she said firmly. As if to illustrate her words a warm, golden light came through her hand and covered the wound. With a gasp the girl drew her hand back and her eyes widened. Akefia moved his hand hesitantly to his eye. His fingers traced the crisscrossing scar, marveling at the fact that he could still see perfectly. His eyes snapped to the shocked girl in front of him and for the first time he noticed the shimmering outline of her Ka.

“Phoenix,” he whispered in reverence. Along with the White Dragon, the two fabled Kas that the Pharaoh’s priests coveted yet could not find. And here it was, hidden within the girl he had saved, protecting them both. The Thief King suddenly understood the meaning of destiny.

 

He had been destined to save her. She had been destined to heal him. And as they looked at each other’s eyes they realized that they were destined for each other.

And now I’m back from Dublin

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Back and STILL sleepy. I don’t think I got a full twelve hours of sleep between leaving England and coming back…. Why, do you ask? Well…er had a starting time of 4:30 in the morning. So I figured the most sensible thing was to NOT sleep at all. The library stays open all night anyway so I just hang out there with a friend and we watched movies (Harry Potter of course!) until it was time to meet up with the others. And…

***Never mind, I’ll continue this in 20 minutes. I finally found the original Yu-Gi-Oh! in Japanese and I’m binge-watching***

And now I’m back! A few episodes and quick nap later. And the inevitable frustration that accompanies every waking moment when my laptop decides to act up with zero explanation. But one thing at a time. Where did this all start from? Ah, yes! My all-nighter. it was fun! I swear. Tiring of course and causing me to pass out during the (unfortunately) short flight to Dublin but for the biggest part of the day I was swinging between manic cheerfulness and that fugue-like state you are right before you fall asleep. And this dear friends is why there are no pictures in this post. Kind of hard to take them when you’re speeding through historical Dublin in less than 48 hours and having to consciously concentrate on forming words in the right language and accent. Yes. New discovery: the more tired I am, the more muddled the languages become in my head. In retrospect it’s kind of funny.

Dublin was lovely. Kind of chilly because of the wind but the sun was out all day, both days and not even a hint of rain bothered us. And yes, this is yet another city I’ve barely met yet I’m already sort of in love with. It doesn’t really help that my first introduction to the country was through the Artemis Fowl books (a stipple of my teenage years and I am STILL waiting on the movie!). I was going there prepared to like the place and I left determined to return for further explorations…

Of course, judging my the weather since I returned, Nottingham is a jealous mistress who did not appreciate my going off to a different city for any length of time. Look at this weather forecast! It’s supposed to be spring!

Capture weathre Here’s to hoping BBC is wrong. At which point I will stop as I just nearly broke my jaw yawning. I think dinner, then sweet dreams are in order for me. See you all soon!

I’m going to Dublin!

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For a field trip. Staying only one night. It will probably be the most tiring trip ever. I have to meet-up with the rest of the class at 4:30 in the ever-loving morning. There’ll be -shudder- oral presentations.

WHO CARES? I’M GOING TO IRELAND.

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Just a short post to let everyone know. I’ll probably be flooding Facebook with pictures but I’ll if I can’t save some of the better ones for here. I’m hoping there’ll be Wi-Fi on the hotel. And ugh, roaming charges. Now, that’s the part I’m not looking forward to.

Most of my excitement for this Blitzkrieg of a visit to the Emerald Island stems from the fact that I’ve always wanted to go there. I just hope it doesn’t rain. With all the walking we’ll be doing the last thing we need is soggy socks.

Anyway… I’ve packing to do and arrangements to make so I’ll sign off.

See ya all later!

giphy

Sands of time chapter 1

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Author’s note: …and a long-ish one it shall be. I remember beginning this story when I was sixteen. It had been a very long day and IB Economics was dragging on even more than usual. I had a few loose leaves of paper and while I was supposed to take notes on Macroeconomics I started writing down ideas for a fanfic. Not Spirit of Fire, that was well on it’s way at that point. Rather it would be on an anime I had recently re-watched, only remembering it as something I had loved during my childhood: Yu-Gi-Oh! Perhaps not the girliest of choices but trust me, one minute of the Sailor Moon dub in Greek and you’d be begging for a card game too. It was a silly idea, the insert-an-OC-love-interest kind. We’ve seen it done more times than we care to count, some great, some good, some worthy of swallowing bleach. I don’t presume to judge mine. Re-reading some of the first chapters, I cringe at the image of my teenage self trying to figure out the ins and outs of romance writing. Much as I love it, it never came easily to me. I could have edited this before posting it here. It’s been sitting around on fanfiction.net for a while anyway. I decided not to. Not because I’m lazy. Rather I honestly don’t think I could better it in any way, except perhaps the occasional grammar tweak. I wrote this story while on a fandom kick, some of the later chapters were written literally parallel to watching the episodes just so that I could get the dialogue and character placements right. Some scenes were inspired by throwaway quotes or fanart on DeviantArt. I suppose all I can say about it is that if my Avatar stories were my labour of love, then this one is that weekend you sneak away with no warning to do fun stuff. A guilty pleasure if you will. Quite literally for the first few chapters, considering I wrote them during class….

*** Remembering comes in flashbacks and echoes ***

As Kul Elna went down in flames, over the sea, in a small island, a girl opened her eyes to greet the world for the first time, letting out a melodic cry.

 

When a boy was using his demon-like Ka to survive, she was barely aware of the presence of hers.

 

He was the feared King of Thieves, known to all Egypt by the time he was sixteen. She was renowned for her golden eyes and unique beauty in all Greece when she was sixteen.

 

Neither of them felt complete or content. At sixteen she was a woman and as such she was expected to wed. Her father made all the arrangements and she was introduced to a prosperous merchant who would make a proper husband. The night she was expected to meet him, she ran away.

 

The girl hid in a ship that would sail to Egypt. She was discovered half-way through the trip and rather than be forced back, she threw herself overboard. But she loved life too much to simply drown. A blinding light enveloped her and the men at the ship watched as a flaming bird caught her and flew towards Egypt.

 

The Thief King had seen many strange things in his twenty years of roaming the desert. An unconscious woman dressed in Greek clothes was a first. He paused his horse to scrutinize her curiously. She was paler than an Egyptian but still tan, with long ebony black her. Her dress was white and of good quality but she had little jewelry on her. She looked peacefully asleep, not a hint of the exhaustion than should have been present after walking through the desert.

 

Jumping next to her he purred a little water over her lips. A pair of tired golden eyes looked up at him as she struggled to remain conscious.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

“I am Akefia, the King of Thieves,” he answered with an air of arrogance. “Who are you girl?”

“Elena.” She managed to say before falling unconscious again.

 

Akefia cursed as he gathered her to his arms. He would have to take her back if he was to get any answers. The idea of having to provide for another person didn’t sound appealing. Nevertheless he was curious. He sensed power coming from her, a power similar to his Diabound.

 

Elena woke inside a cool cave. A red robe was spread over her for warmth and she could hear a small fire nearby. Sitting up slowly she took in her surroundings. The cave was almost bare, with the exception of a few provisions near the fire. A shadow grew at the opening and Elena turned to face her savior. She could vaguely remember a man introducing himself as Akefia.

 

He was a young man, a little older than her, with tan skin and –to her astonishment- pure white hair and lavender eyes. He was only wearing a black senti so she guessed that the robe she was currently using as a blanket was his. She blushed a little.

 

Akefia allowed the girl’s scrutiny, feeling a little smug at her blush. He walked to the fire and sat facing her.

“How did you end up in the desert girl?” he asked.

“My name is Elena,” she corrected him frowning. “I can’t remember any desert.” She tried to bring back any recollection of the last few days, feeling uncomfortable with him staring at her. “I remember hiding in the ship,” she said slowly, “being found, jumping into the water, a light and then nothing.”

“What were you doing on the ship?” Akefia asked. “And why were you hiding?” She gave him a defiant look.

“I will not be forced into marriage!” she said decisively. “I wanted to make a new life far away enough to not be found.” Akefia looked at her amused. That girl remained him of himself right after he lost his people. Reckless abandon and a steely determination to live.

“It looks to me that you got your wish.” He smiled thinly at her. To his surprise she smiled back.

 

Have YOU packed a suitcase this week?

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I’m flying back to England tomorrow and we just about finished packing. No, I’m not flying with company (that is unless you don’t count the constantly fluctuating number of voices in my head…). Only packing a suitcase is a bit of a team sport here at home base. Yes, I’m a capable 22-year-old, thank you very much. But I’m also a Leo (star signs do matter, you know). And if daddy dearest offers to help (and mum too, but mums are like that anyway), who am I to say no?

My vaguely nine-year-old-sounding ramblings aside, the truth of the matter is that every time I fly from Athens I bring munchies back. Enough munchies to last me for a month!😉 And I defy you to argue the matter with my mother and grandmother. I don’t. I smile, make sure there’s space in the suitcase and rejoice in having less cooking/shopping to do for a while. I am still a student and I intend to play that card for all that it’s worth!

Between you and me, that’s also why I tend to fly (when I can) with British Airways. It’s not the halfway decent tea they serve. It’s the extra 3kg in luggage allowance. I get why in discount airlines, luggage allowances are one of the first things to be curtailed. But it’s also one of those precious, precious moments in life when I can be entirely rational and irrational at the same time. Like I said, I understand why they do it. On the other hand, as a privileged person, I feel personally offended that they put constraints in how impossibly heavy my suitcase is. Am I the only one? Or is this another one of these “adult” things everyone keeps talking about?

Haha, I don’t know of it’s a coincidence or whatever but lately my Facebook feed has been practically flooded with “how to adult” jokes, gifs, comics, rants from friends, my old rants (thank you Facebook memories, NOT!) My absolute favourite has to be the nugget that greeted me this morning when notifications were screaming more annoyingly than the third snooze call in the morning…

Sums it up, doesn’t it? You know, I kind of like adding gifs now that I’ve figured out how… Maybe I should start building up my collection…

Until then, I’ll see you all when I’m back in the UK!

Lia. ^_^

Ben & Jerry’s Day!?

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How have I spent 22 years on this planet not knowing this is a thing? Seriously! I think I’ll brave the (generally incomprehensible) editing platform…

-five minutes later-

Greeeeat…. It seems that in all of Athens only ONE Ben & Jerry’s is participating. I’m going to hold out hope that maybe that’s just a case of the site not being updated timely but if it’s true! Well then. To the rest of the shops, you suck! Come on, I know there’s more shops, I’ve walked out of some repeatedly. Would it seriously dent your quarterly reports to participate? But I’m running ahead of myself. I’ll leave this off here and pick it up tomorrow. Hopefully with fingers sticky from deliciously free ice-cream.

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 Nope, no free ice cream found. And I walked a big part of the city centre today, trust me. Was pretty fun, especially the herbs and spices shop (some of them are plucked straight out of Diagon Alley, let me tell you!) But it was pretty crowded, everywhere, and, well, there’s a reason I don’t do social interactions at a large scale. Came home, buried myself under my duvet and oh sweet silence welcome at last! Not for more than an hour unfortunately, since I hadn’t eaten since breakfast (coffee doesn’t count!) and it was past five in the afternoon at that point. Now, if you know me, you know that being hungry and having my stomach turn at the thought of food either means that I’m sick (and that was yesterday and the day before, so no way) or I’m retreating to hibernating fox mode. What’s that you ask? No, it’s not a proper term (though it should be, foxes are cuddly!). Basically it’s what I call those days when anything more involved than watching fan videos and each chocolate buttons (with the occasional nap and/or cry session because all the tension needs to get out at some point) is just too much.

Unfortunately, the Universe is not giving me this one. Job applications to fill out. Yeah, no. If I can’t convince myself to make a chicken sandwich when I’m hungry and the chicken is right there, I don’t think writing covering letters will go well. Especially since, you know. You’re supposed to be sickeningly enthusiastic. Or something. Ugh. I need a cat to cuddle. And one of those 2lt bowls of profiterole. The Baileys-laced variety.

I hope your week is panning out better. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go stare at the ceiling.