sorries...

so the reason for less postings is cuz I lost my internet protection - no one likes loosing their books to hackers, eh? so I'll be posting less, but still posting, daredevil that I am. Here's more...

I woke up around ten to the sound of knocking on my door. My tongue was thick with sleep. My eyes could barely open. There were crutches by the side of my bed. Oh great. I grabbed the crutches and wobbled over to the door, swearing under my breath.
“Who is it?” I said grumpily.
“Adyin,” I was replied. I flung open the door and flung my arms around him, crushing a bouquet of roses in the process. He laughed so freely – and I felt like I could fly. What a feeling that was. I never knew how much I loved him until I actually didn’t have him. He buried his face in my neck and commented on the lavender-chamomile smell. He has always loved that. He kissed my lips in the sweetest way ever and gathered me up in his arms. He dumped me on the couch and put the bouquet in a vase. He sat across from me and just looked like an interesting TV show was playing on my face.
“What?” I asked.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
“Goob,” I said.
“Huh?” he asked confused.
“I read in a book once that goob is a term of endearment. It means that I like you – and, of course, I do,” I smiled. I giggled like a giddy teen – which it seemed I was.
He smiled.
“So why did you really come here?” I asked. I waited for a few minutes.
“I was wondering if you would come with me to Church,” he whispered. I hadn’t known Adyin was religious – I knew he was an Catholic, but I didn’t really know he went to church and all. I was Anglican myself, but not very religious. I couldn’t think of any way to say that God wasn’t my thing.
“Um, sure,” I said. Adyin grabbed me in his arms again and made me hold the crutches.
“Oh, and, since you’re not Catholic, don’t go for communion,” he said. “You don’t want to be called a heretic.”
“Okay.”

I knew that Guardians tended to be more religious and that most of them were eastern European. What I didn’t know was that there were so many Byzantine Catholics that they no longer said the Roman Catholic Mass. Adyin sat with me in the back, his arm wound around my waist. There was lot’s of sitting and standing and I dozed off a lot. There were reasons I hated late nights on Saturday. Afterwards, there were people congregating in the dining room for coffee and donuts. Tonia was there talking with Adam – I remembered that Adam was Greek Catholic and Tonia was Orthodox. I guess I didn’t figure them as religious either.
“Oh, Tess,” Tonia said, hugging me gently. “How are you? That guy was such a jerk to do that to you.”
“Tonia, he was drunk,” I laughed. “Plus Prince Charming was there to rescue the damsel in distress.” Adyin had walked off to get me a cup of coffee – I hadn’t known he was standing right behind me when I said that.
“Prince Charming, am I?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my cheek. “I’m cool with that.” Tonia winked and sat down with Adam right next to her.

We talked until the maids shooed us off for not letting them clear away the plates and get ready for lunch. Adyin got called off on business.
“I’ll miss you,” he whispered, running his hands through my hair.
“I’m cool with that,” I quoted. “Prince Charming.”
“Damsel Tess,” he teased. “Have fun, cripple.” He gave me a quick kiss and walked off.


Nuff for now, dears. And Vortican's fan fic [which i'll post eventually...] gave me the next scene :D :D :D thanks Vortican!

All my love,

Asiat

more than a whole lot.

I believe our subject is called an oxymoron - like a rich beggar, nice shack... ya know? well, off the dang randomness...

 

Has anyone noticed that Fr. Taras looks like those guys that sing "Those Rosy Roses" in "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang"? o, wait, i think that's a whole ton more randomness... oops :D

 

well, more FoRM!!! [and it's my all-time fav scene!]

 

The ride was short and in style. Gorbachov's house was packed. I half expected to see a bunch of old people – which wasn't entirely a lie, but there were many, many younger people there. They stared after Tonia and I. Our partners and I held our heads high and looked as if we were better than anyone. Most of the younger women had floor length gowns – and then there was Tonia and myself with leg-showing dresses. We certainly looked better than they did.

            We were introduced to many guests. Mr. Gorbachov – who I've never seen in my life – treated us like we were his children. He told his butler to show us to those who we already knew. The butler lead us down many winding corridors. It was a luxurious place.

 

            The butler lead us to what seemed to be our own private ballroom – I wondered what he did to have so much money and how on earth he had recreated some eighteenth century mansion in the New York countryside. My father was there along with half the Legend-Seekers. Apparently there was a big case about a murderous mythical creature. I didn't really want to know. I received hugs and I saw Tonia and Adam separate. My father held me tightly.

            "There's someone who wants to see you," he whispered, taking my hand. He led me off into a corner. Before we reached it, he left me. "Forgive him," he said. Who was him?

 

            When I saw him, I did not recognize him – how could I? He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks – not just days. The light that I found so comforting in his eyes was dulled – like he hadn't seen the light of day for years. Could it be possible that we hadn't seen each other for two days?

            Adyin. Adyin, my Gaelic little fire. My heart skipped several beats. I couldn't breathe. Could it be possible that I'd actually missed him that much – in such a little time? It didn't seem all that possible. He looked like a hobo. His beautiful black hair that was usually slicked back was in his face. He turned his sad, sad, blue eyes on me.

            "You look fantastic," he smiled sadly. I slid into the booth he already sat in. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come."

            "No, no," I soothed. "I'm glad you came – but I'm not quite sure why." I took his hand and used my free hand to brush the hair away from his face. "There," I announced. "Presentable." He turned his face away from me and took a long gulp of whiskey. "What's wrong?"

            "Did you miss me, Tess?" he asked. He stared right into my eyes. I snuggled against him and hugged him.

            "Yes, immensely," I replied. Adyin looked surprised.

            "Really?" he asked, shocked.

            "Yes," I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and just held me there. His arms felt so good and so right and so very warm around me.

            "I missed you too," he replied. "Actually, it's pretty pathetic, but I haven't slept or eaten anything for days. Every time I blinked your face blared across my eyelids. I had to come and see you because – well, because I love you. I had to tell you that I love you." He kissed my hair. I just sat there, mesmerized by his soft British accent. It was the first time he'd ever said he loved me.

            "You love me?" I asked.

            "Yes."

            "Truly?"

            "Yes." I just sank into his arms and hugged him tightly. My chest puffed up like a rooster. I smiled uncontrollably. "You still smell like lavender and chamomile," he whispered.

            "It's my perfume, what did you expect?" I teased. "I'm going to get a drink, do you want something weaker than a shot of whiskey?"

            "You're trying to decided weather or not to trust me, eh?" he smiled. I nodded. "That's okay," he said. "I wouldn't trust me." I kissed his cheek and stood up.

 

            While walking over to the drinks, I felt a hand on my waist. I spun around to find a completely drunk stranger trying to grab me in all the wrong places. I shoved him away.

            "Excuse me," I said harshly. "Back the heck off."

            "What, you set up a lap dance for him, but not for me?" he slurred. He tried to wrap his arms around my waist. I slapped him so hard that people started turning and staring.

            "I said don't touch me," I said as menacingly as I could manage.

            "No woman says no to Sir Barry O'Liven," he shouted.

"I believe I just did," I sneered. He threw a punch that landed right on my jaw, then kicked my feet out from under me.

 

            I skidded on the floor and heard my ankle crack painfully; I held my jaw in pain. Sir Barry O'Liven came and stood over me; I spit in his face.

            "You little – " was all he got out before someone grabbed his suit and shoved him into the bar.

            "You leave her alone," Adyin growled.

            "What? You don't want to share?" Barry laughed. I shuddered. Adyin grabbed his coat so roughly, the seams ripped.

            "I said leave her alone," he said, narrowing his eyes and staring right at him. Security rushed into the room next. They took Sir Barry O'Liven into another room to calm down. Adyin ran to my side, but, with his long legs, there wasn't much room to run. He gathered me in his arms and I cried on his shoulder. He soothed me and whispered how brave I was. I didn't feel brave. I was ready to have an all-out breakdown. Tonia and Adam were there in a flash, but Adyin shoed them off.

            Gorbachov came and lead Adyin to a nurse's office where I got butterfly stitches in my cheek and jaw and my ankle in a bandage. Adyin lounged in a chair and I lay on him. He wrapped his arms around me and hummed. I fell asleep.

 

 

Okay, I know that was a long segment, but I couldn't shorten it :D anyways, it was very good.

 

All my love,

 

Asiat

 

PS: OLIVIA: SPARKLER!!!

 

 

 

 

GOD MAKES 7UP!!! OMG's!

Sorry, dears, just a tiny highlight of our Lenten Mission. Fr. Taras had tons of memorable moments that my friends and I hold in good esteem:

"God makes 7up" [it's a personal fav!]

"We're all wet rags!"

Clergy Jam = multitude of clergy in walk-way.

"I don't wanna be no Jesus-man!"

Without further adieu, more FoRM!

There was a knocking on the door.
“Hey, Tonia, Tess?” Adam called. “The party’s in two hours. You guys had better be getting ready.”
“Okay,” I called out. I heard him walk down the hallway. I turned to Tonia. “We have a problem, Huston.”

An hour and a half later, Tonia just finished my makeup. I was wearing the dress. I felt really sexy, like I could do some major flirting in this dress. I guess I was like every other teen girl on the planet – I wanted some prince charming to notice me, right? Boy, would they notice me now. Tonia had done her own dressing and makeup before mine.

We ran downstairs, clacking down in those heels. Adam was waiting for us. He looked good. Tonia blushed.
“What’s this?” he asked. “Tonia blushing? Highly doubtful.”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Tonia cried. She looked at me with an utter look of despair. I took my letter out of my purple clutch and silently handed it to Adam. He scanned the letter and his eyes widened the farther he read on. He looked at Tonia and blushed himself.
“I’m not sorry, Tonia,” he whispered. I pretended to walk off, but kept my ears wide open. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adam touch her hand and then brush her cheek. “I’m not sorry at all. Slap me if you want, but I like this plan. I like – love – the idea of being your boyfriend.” Tonia turned her face away. I wanted to shriek how stupid she was being – I officially hate etiquette and what was proper and reputation. They were perfect. Adam wasn’t half as shy as he pretended to be and Tonia was all out – they were perfect for each other!
“I’m not sorry either, Adam,” she whispered back. His eyes widened. “I can’t slap you, I’d much rather kiss you.” She reached up and brushed her lips against his. “I love you, but after tonight – don’t expect anything. I wouldn’t hurt either of our reputations over this. You will be great and I will watch and love you from afar.”
“Are you trying to depress me before I’ve begun to enjoy myself?” he asked with a sad smile.
“No, no,” she whispered. “But I can’t ruin you. Enjoy yourself tonight because it’s the last you’ll get. I’m sorry about that.” They had confessed their love – that was worth squealing a high-pitched, fan-girl squeal, but they didn’t know I was listening. I clamped my mouth shut. “You know,” Tonia whispered, “I didn’t believe Tess when she told me you liked me.”
“She – what?” he asked in shock. He turned to me. “You told her?”
“I’m – I’m so sorry, Adam,” I bit my lip. “I kind of had to tell her. Be mad at me, but seriously it was worth it.” I was ready for Adam to yell and scream at me, but, instead, he grabbed me in a tight bear hug. Tonia reached over and stroked my cheek.
“Thank you so much for telling her what I couldn’t,” he said.
“Um, no problem,” I replied. “I guess.”

Felix walked in on our little hugging spree. He coughed, “Sorry to break up the love nest, but the limo’s here.” Adam wrapped an arm around Tonia’s waist and offered to do the same to me. Felix grabbed me first. “Oh, no,” he laughed. “You get one beautiful woman, I get another gorgeous woman.” Felix and I linked arms and skipped down ahead of Adam and Tonia. Everyone assumed they were just getting into character. I knew better!
“Hey,” Felix said with a wink. “They’re not acting are they?” He nodded back at Tonia and Adam.
“Nope,” I said shamelessly. “But you tell and I swear that I will set a terrifying mythical creature in your bed – maybe a frog.” We both laughed.


All my love, darlings!

Asiat

serious evil laugh!!!

*muahahahahhahahahahaha* also known as *evil laugh* I love these next few scenes of FoRM! Enjoy my loves.

I stopped at my room and grabbed the boxes and walked to Tonia’s room. I knew what I was about to do was wrong – I was going to tell Tonia about Adam, about just how much he liked her. But, do you know when you feel obligated to tell someone something? That’s what I felt like. I felt like I couldn’t be completely honest with her unless I told her the complete truth. Tonia was my friend – had protected and loved me at my worst – had known all my faults and still loved me. This could free her (I forgot that it could also bind her, too).

I knocked on the door and opened it to find Tonia staring at herself in the mirror – wearing an amazing black and emerald dress, about knee-high short and thick straps. It didn’t hug every curve – but she looked good. And, who was I kidding – she always looked good. On her feet were emerald green stilettos with green ribbons tied around her ankles and calves. I let out a wolf-whistle.
“Wow,” was all I could say. I saw a note addressed to her standing on the edge of her bed. She hadn’t opened it, so I did. I read it aloud:
“Dearest Tonia,
I never thought I’d see the day my little girl became a Guardian. However, you are not in on this investigation as full Guardian – your friend, Felix will be official acting Guardian. You are to pretend to be Miss Teresa Ashby’s companion and to be the girlfriend of Adam Polyxena. That is the reason for the dress. I don’t want you endangered. Please do this – for me.
I love you, my dearest,
Andrei”

“Gosh, what’s wrong with him? I knew Felix was heading this with me, but to take me almost completely off? And make me wear a dress? And stilettos?” Tonia shook her head.
“Tonia – wow,” I said. “Now’s not a good time for what I was going to tell you,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” she asked. “What were you going to tell me?
“No, no,” I replied. “I can’t tell you now. It’s just wrong.” Tonia held my shoulders and sat me down on her bed.
“What is it, Tess?” she asked. “C’mon, tell me.”
“Adam loves you,” I whispered after a minute.
“What?” Tonia choked out. “What did you say?”
“Please don’t make me say it again – I promised not to tell, Adam’s going to kill me,” I moaned. “He likes you – more than anything.”
“But he asked you out?” Tonia said, unbelieving.
“It was more because it was expected for him to go out with me than with you,” I explained. “We’re just really good friends – I guessed it on the plane trip when he was looking bloody murder at Felix. Please don’t tell him.”
“Tess, darling,” Tonia sighed, “I can’t ruin his reputation or mine like that. I cannot fall in love either. It won’t work out. I’ll just forget you said anything. What’s your dress look like?”

I’d almost forgotten about that. I wanted to argue Tonia and Adam, but it was useless. Tonia gasped when she took my dress and shoes out of the boxes. The dress was grey and strapless – clinched at the waist with a bright, thick purple belt. I shucked out of my clothes and slipped it over my head. I strapped the purple platform heels on my feet.
“This – is – gorgeous,” I said, admiring my reflection in the mirror. I strutted around the room, the dress accentuating the way that my hips moved and how great my pale legs were.
“Wow,” Tonia commented. “These people are way too rich.” This was amazing. Like a dream world. “Look, you have your own letter:
“Dear Teresa,
I will not have my employees going around looking like vagabonds. I do have one request, however. Your superiors are backing me up on this. Antonia will play to be Adam’s girlfriend and you will be his sister. You are to flirt with the general population. Please enjoy the party – but the afterparty will be where your work begins.
Sincerest wishes,
Mr. Gorbachov”

All my love, dears,

Asiat

a dash of poetry and some salt

Okay, so I admitt that salt has nothing to do with it - that the only reason I even put salt in was because I really needed some on the tuna I had for dinner.

But enough of that. You all know how I'm seriously addicted to ye ol' remakes of ye ol' classics. The latest is Charles Dickens [who knew?] 's romance, Little Dorrit. It is soooo charming. I could watch it forever. *fangirl squeeeee*

But anyways, sadly for Vortican, I forgot that poem I came up with. BUT, consolation prize - I made up another one that's loosely based Little Dorrit. No wonders there. Here goes:

He will take her to wonderland,
Where the water is clear
Where the guy gets the girl
And there is happily ever after.
He will take her to a place
Where the wild dreams come true
And tell her that when you love someone,
You see their eyes in the sky
And the sky in their eyes.
“Welcome to wonderland, love,” he’ll say.
“Welcome to the home you’ve been waiting for.
Welcome to the place where you belong.
When the world hates you,
Come back home to me,
To love,
To the wonderland.”
And she will respond:
“I will wait for you.
Until the bills get paid
And your work gets done,
Because I love you that much.”
He touches her cheek and kisses her mouth,
He knows she’s not pretty,
but she’s downright gorgeous to him.
“I’d rather gather you up,” he whispers,
“In the circle of my arms
And never ever let you go.
Because who wouldn’t?”
“Who wouldn’t,” she echos.
They are a perfect pair
In the wonderland air.
The streetlights are dim
And the air is warm.
There is no one but the other.
No mother, sister, or brother.
Welcome to the wonderland.

All my love,

Asiat

PS: YES, I did change shades of green in this post!

PSS: I hope to see some of you at the pysanky class!!

long awaited arrival

Well, my loves, it is long awaited, and finally here. Vortican, rejoice. I willd promptly fall asleep.


We talked for another hour. Adam was so easy to talk to. He thought like I did. He was easy to get along with. I wanted him to be happy, though. Those stupid etiquette laws – they had no right to keep Tonia and Adam from at least dating. That set my mind thinking on Adyin and on a million different ways I could bring Tonia and Adam together. Adyin – the only man who had ever set my heart thumping, the only one who had come up to me and said he thought I was sexier than Tonia. I think I might kind of miss him eventually, but love… well, it’s tough and I don’t want to deal with it now.

Adam got tired. We left and he went off to his room, but I went to Tonia’s. I knocked on the door. Tonia answered and I saw one of our favorite movies playing in the background.
“Want to have movie night anyways?” she asked, smiling.
“Yeah, yeah I do,” I answered. She pulled me in and we sat on her bed in her amazingly cool bedroom watching movies till three o’clock in the morning – we dozed until noon or so as well.
We sat down groggily over coffee.
“How posh to you think Mr. Gorbachov is?” she asked with a giggle.
“I don’t know… maybe golden floors rich,” I said smiling back. It was great to have Tonia back. Great to know that she didn’t hold my jealousy against me and that she was jealous as well. It felt better – but not right. Something in my heart was a little off, but I was feeling good – and wasn’t about to not relish this feeling. I felt better than I had been in a while.

We both heard the thumping coming down the hallway, the labored breathing, the drama.
“Where are you guys?” Adam called out.
“Right here,” I replied. Tonia’s face became kind of like a stone mask. She just shut down herself. “What’s up?”
“Okay, so there’s a limo coming at five,” Adam said breathlessly. “We’re invited to a party at – “
“What about Gorbachov?” Tonia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s at his place,” Adam said. He turned his eyes on Tonia, he smiled; she almost lifted a corner. “And he wants us all dressed up.”
“Dressed up,” Tonia said flatly.
“Yeah,” Adam replied lightly. “Like tux and silk dresses dressed up.”
“So specific,” I said rolling my eyes.
“That’s because he sent over the stuff this morning.”
“What?” I asked. This was shocking – employers didn’t usually buy things for their employees.
“He got me a tux,” Adam explained. “You have a super sexy dresses, both of you. They’re just sizzling, burn every guys retina dresses.” Wow. This was a new Adam, for sure. If he said they were sexy dressed – that probably meant that he had imagined us in them. Not good. “And the shoes,” he continued. I wished he’d shut up. Tonia was looking really self conscious. “The shoes are amazing. I hope you gals like extreme-ism.”
“We can’t take it, or at least I can’t,” Tonia mumbled.
“Nonsense, I’d love to see you in a dress,” Adam said, smirking. That was too close, much too close to telling Tonia how much he liked – loved – her. I grabbed Tonia’s hand and led her away.
“I want to see just how ridiculous these dresses and shoes are,” I said smiling. Tonia smiled back. Adam started following us, but I stopped him. “Adam, guys are not allowed to see girls when they’re trying things on.” His eyebrows went up and down. I gave him a stare that told him to watch it.

All my love,

Asiat

Iconography Class

It's the latest update - and it's not so bad.

I had this whole expectation - silence and meditation, people sneaking into church to pray about their icons... creepy seminarians singing in opera voices [vespers or something] on a CD.

that last part was right, only they didn't sound opera - they sounded like MEN not women on steroids or boys who haven't gone through puberty. And I, who was behind for being sick last week, caught up with everyone else. Thank you, Fr. Val :D I also managed to snag some seriously delish. cookies... if only I could've snagged the green tea and punch as well...

:D :D :D I am sooooo weird! I am working on FoRM, don't worry. It's coming soon!

All my love,

Asiat

More Random Opinions.

Another look at the many Opinions of Asiat.

I hate Terra Novas [SAT's the like]. It's the same routine. Read, answer, fill circle, repeat. The only plus side is plenty of reading time and snacks.

AND my other opinion of the day has been forgotten.

A nice tidbit is that my bedroom is cleaned. For the first time in months, I can see my dresser. YAY for spring. Not so much yay for Spring Cleaning. :(

Plus side is that I'm rewarding myself for the cleaning: chocolate and art. I'm going to destroy the walls with acrylic paint and paper. Yahoo!

As for the books, FoRM has not gone underground or limbo. I'm just working it into a fine work of perfection - and it's been going slow. I've been writing more 50 Extra Pounds of Love than anything. I'm not sure if I'll ever post that one either. You'll have to wait and see. Don't worry, FoRM is coming.

All my love,

Asiat

Let them eat cake.

Hello, my dears. I know it's been a while, forgive me. I have been ill, but right now, I've got tons to say.

Welcome to the post of Opinions. Opinions on everything from books, to the French Revolution, to Daylight Savings, to Katy Perry, to how D.S. ruined my day, to dance practice. I can hear it now...

All of you: Oh, joy. *communative rolling of eyes* At least she's back.

I hate Daylight Savings. I don't see the point of getting an extra hour of sunlight - can't you be happy with what you have? Got to be a little greedy, eh? I run on a nocturnal cycle anyways... what's the point of extra sunlight? You end up waking up at six AM and realizing it looks like midnight outside. Daylight Savings ruined my day. I'm in bed reading [this book will come up in the "books" topic] and my mother screams "Are you ready yet?" and I'm like... WHAT??? That has to be the fastest time I EVER EVER EVER changed into heels. Scratch "Daylight Savings" and "how D.S. ruined my day".

Left: Books, French Revolution, Dance Practice, and Katy Perry.

French Revolution it is. In Religion, we're doing a history class. [somehow it's relevant to all Confirmation students to learn the history of the Church. I was already "Confirmed" so it's whatever for me.] And hear we are, after Saxons, the Golden Age [Elizebethan Era], and the Industrial Revolution, we've reached the French Revolution. This is SO much more fun than Social Studies. No Maps. YAY!

God I love Marie Antionette. She's not the heroine of the F.R., she's the infamous bad girl that wasted the French crown's money. "Let them eat cake," right? Nope. She never said that - no matter the rumors. That sucks because it's an awesome quote... I wonder who really said it.

*ponders*

*comes back to earth* Anyways, it wasn't all Antionette's fault. It was past French Kings, bad parenting, and year upon years of debt which can all lead back to the "bad parenting" part.

Okay, Dance was a terrible sweaty experience. Dance [on the Sunday group] is the only reason I take cold showers. For all my buds, you know I almost never sweat. Sweat and people are the main reason I hate the Sunday Group.

Katy Perry is amazing. Thinking of You, I Kissed a Girl [controversy, controversy!], and Hot n' Cold are the background music of my life with the accasional Chasing Pavements and BLG songs.]

BOOKS: I know we all pretty much obsess over this topic. The book from the Daylight Savings section is called Speak. It's amazing, witty, and funny... but tragic and depressing. Doesn't it sound like my kind of story? At first, when I heard Kirsten Stewart played in the movie I was like, "She's going to ruin another one of my favorite books?" and then, after seeing it on YouTube, "She didn't ruin it... it's pretty good." the only complaint of that movie is that they took WAY too many direct quotes. :D :D :D

It's 11:52 P.M. and I still have a poem to write n' print for class tomorrow.

Wish me luck on the Terra Novas [SAT's or whatever else you call them]. I can say that the "get a good night's sleep" part doesn't apply.

All my love,

Asiat

UPDATE!!!

I'm sorry, darlings. I'll post ASAP. I'm busy writing so you'll get something soon, I promise!

All my love,

Asiat

Chasing Pavements

No book musings in this blog, darlings. I have been sick... am sick... again.

:(

Certainly less enjoyable.

So I emersed myself in books and music [i.e. the title of this post is Adele's Chasing Pavements, which is an awesome song!!!]

I ache allllllllll over :( this sucks most terribly.

I'm glad that Tess is growing on you. She's stronger than she thinks she is... and [a little tidbit for Tess/Adyin shippers] Adyin - after about a month of breaking up with her - realizes he really DOES love her. AWWWWW! but I'm not quite sure [it's not been decided] whether they stay together.

Oh wells.

All my love,

Asiat

aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww :D

:D :D :D Love me!

Adam was waiting at the coffee and bookstore of the lodge.
“What took you so long?” he asked lightly.
“Tonia came and apologized,” I said hugging him. I ordered some blood orange tea and he took a sip on some earl grey. “Turns out we were both jealous of each other, but you don’t want to hear about that right?”
“Right,” he smiled.
“Okay, what do you want to talk about?” I asked. He seemed to think about that for a moment and then grinned at me. I knew I was avoiding things I had to tell him, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.
“What do you think about life?”
“Um… do you have a more specific topic?” I grinned back.
“Okay, you don’t mind the random and specific?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Depends on the question,” I replied. He nodded.
“What’s your most embarrassing moment?” Wow. I sighed. That could have been a whole lot more personal and a whole less random, but I was glad he hadn’t asked something else. But the answer was simple.
“I slapped a guy,” I started. “When I was fourteen.” Adam’s eyes widened and he laughed.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really, really,” I replied. “And I ended up dating him, too.” Adam’s smiled wavered.
“About… Adyin,” Adam said quietly. “Um, you didn’t break up with him – for me – did you?”
“I broke up with him,” I said, but I held up my hand when he started to speak. “But, no, I didn’t do it for you. You made me realize a lot of things, Adam. Things like the fact that I wasn’t really happy dating Adyin; like I wasn’t happy not letting Tonia know what I was feeling. You’re a good friend – almost like a brother – but you will never be anything more.”
“No offense,” he said with a smile. “But I had no intention of ‘taking it to the next level’.” I laughed.
“Nor did I,” I replied. “I’ll always be there, but romance doesn’t exist for me. I don’t truly think anyone can feel that way about me, so why try and make them?” Adam put his hand on my knee.
“Someone out there will love you – romantically – for exactly who you are,” he said, staring at me with those deep brown eyes. “And, until that happens, you have me and Antonia. Don’t give up.”

All my love,

Asiat