Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Legend of Green Eyes

I still have hope. Funny. I woke up real early this morning. I mean, really early. And I got myself a cup of coffee (milk, two sugars), went out to my side yard, sat on the wall, and watched the sun come up over the mountains. Just me and the morning. Me and a new day.

I dunno. It just... it feels good to sit up and watch the sunrise sometimes. Makes me feel like no matter how crummy things may get in the future, there's still so much good in the world. And It can't take that away from me. The good things will always be here.

I'm thankful.

(The title came from this, which was playing on my iPod radio when I woke up:


  1. Green Eyes? Hmm. good to see you had a good day. Not to...complain, but mine's gone to hell recently. Part of me wants to ask...frickin demand for your help, you know? I mean, GL thinks you've got the potential to find a cure for things, things that affect me now as well.

    but you've got your own path, Amelia. You tread it at your own pace, in your own way. You'll find out things neither Maduin or I will, just because you're totally different.

    So forgive me, if I ever snap at you, or yell. It's just nerves talking. Follow your path, explore your options in your own way. Don't ever let anyone, especially me, tell you different.

  2. No need to apologize, zero. No matter how rough things get, I know that you're still my friend. My fellow Sage.

    My help is yours. And... if you ever need a place to hide, or a shoulder to cry on, or what-have-you, I'm here for you.

    Always. :)

  3. *giggles a little, especially because her mind just came from the Keeper's blog*

    Lovely that you're in such a good mood, Amelia. Work on finding that cure, I have a feeling it's going to become very important in the long run.

  4. I have green eyes. Jade green. My girlfriend used to like them a lot. She said she could see my soul in them...

    I'm off to be nostalgic.

  5. Amelia (Sage), you can do it.

    A Keeper

    Wonder who'd write a Zero/Amelia fanfic?

  6. I would, if I wasn't busy with preparations for the safehouse. xD

  7. Location Location Location.

    A safehouse of Nessa's design.

    Good work, Nessa (Herald).

    A Keeper

    Will it be up by Thanksgiving?
    Remember, Zero's holding his own little bash in his sector.
    God bless his (Shaun) loving little heart.
    (God I love messing with that.)
    Still more of a Zero/Amelia guy myself.

  8. @Reach: Hold onto that feeling. Good feelings like that... they can bring you out of any shadow, no matter how dark. When I find the cure... I'll rescue you. That's a vow.

    @Jeff: P-pairing fiction?! Heh. I feel flattered. (And it reminds me of my days writing fanfics. Good times.)

    @Nessa: Good luck with the safehouse! Remember: people need nourishment for the mind as well as the body. Pack plenty of things to keep the mood upbeat. Learned that from the Zombie Survival Guide.

  9. Wow. Someone giving a shit about me. Haven't experienced that in...decades. Now I'm really getting nostalgic.

    Thank you for your vow, Amelia. I just hope your cure works on me. If not, a bullet between the eyes will do. I'll even self-medicate. I wouldn't want anyone traumatising themselves on my account.

  10. @Reach: I'll do my utmost to make sure it DOES work. To me, everyone is important. Everyone matters. I know how it is to feel lonely and unwanted. So... I want you to know that you're not alone in this world, Reach.

    The plus side of having a big heart? There's lots of room for everyone in it.

  11. It may sound surprising, but I know exactly what you mean. I had a big heart once. But over the years, all the tenants have moved out. The only person still living there are two beautiful girls called Ariana and Catherine, who have an infinite lease...

    In two days, I'll have been a Revenant for forty years. Forty years. Forty years alone in this fucking QUARRY.

    Forty years at his beck and call. Forty years. Forty fucking years.

    Ariana was killed in February of last year. Someone shot her in the stomach while mugging her, then they left her purse. You know how much was in there? A little over five euro. Murdered for a fiver that the bastard didn't even take.

    Catherine, little Katie, she's all grown-up now. I saw her at Ariana's funeral. He brutalised me for going to it. But I saw her. She's a writer now. Just like I wanted to be...

    The down side of having a big heart?
    It feels all the emptier when there's no one there.

  12. @Reach: If you'd allow it... if you'd be all right with it... I'd like to take a bit of that room for myself. As a friend. You don't have to accept it, but this is me extending a hand of friendship.

    Maybe I'll meet Catherine one day. It's a big world. I'll tell her you're still keeping her close to your heart.

    This is why I'm here. So that people like you can see the sun again one day. So that It can't take happiness away from humanity. I'm not a Warrior. I'm just some skinny college student in Arizona. But this is my way of... of fighting.

  13. A former fanfic writer?

    Nice, still in that department myself.

    People are gunning for Zero/Shaun crackfics.

    (Think about it.)

    Maybe I'll write a Zero/Amelia fanfic.

    What do you think Amelia(Sage)?

    A Keeper

    Keep fighting Reach.
    I've got your back too.
    He's going to die.
    You'll be free.
    You can live with Catherine.
    Amelia can...will cure everyone.
    And hey, one day after this is all over, we can all sit down for a cup of coffee.

    How does that sound?

  14. @Jeff: Coffee sounds great. Mmmm, peppermint mochas.... sorry, sorry. Uncorrupted sweet tooth here. I'll buy for you, Reach, whoever else shows up.

    As for the fics, I say... well, knock yourself out. (And send me a link. I kind of have to see this for myself.)

  15. I'll accept that hand Amelia but, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather leave Catherine ignorant of me. She never met me and she's been doing fine for forty years without me. She doesn't need her world fucked up again. I'm dead as far as she knows.

    As to the coffee...I was never a coffee man. But some tea would be nice. And not some posh shit either. A cup of good aul' plebeian Lyons Tea and something with caramel. One of my grandmother's caramel slices or a slice of her banoffee pie. Sounds like fucking heaven.

  16. Tea,Coffee and Pie it is then.

    Never been a fan of pie, but hell, among friends anything is good.

    And Amelia,Reach, I'll treat you guys to it.

    Reach, you're one hell of a guy.

    A Keeper


    Here's the ending line for the Zero/Amelia fic:

    And as she held his head in her arms, he sighed, listening to the heartbeat rebounding against her chest.

    He smiled, looking into her bright eyes as their gazes locked in one of true bliss.

    "It's over." she said, with tears of joy in her eyes.

    "No." he replied, cupping her face with his hand.

    "It's just the beginning."

    And with that, they locked lips, their love released in one swift act.

    And all was well.

    (Mushy isn't it.)

    Doesn't it make you want to cry and blush in embarrassment?

    I have to show Zero.

    Just a short one shot.

  17. Huh. Here, I'm one hell of a guy. Everywhere else I'm a pretentious asshole.

  18. heh, Amelia's got a way about her, it's apparent.

    Reach, yeah. I know we've had our differences, but yeah...I hope things work out for you. Only a month to go, man.

    Also, you're more interesting here because you talk about your past, your true feelings, and you're not engaged in harsh discussion.

    I remember hearing about people whose job it was to sing to the sea to calm the waves. Anyone know what it was called?

  19. She's got a way about her
    I don't know what it is
    But I know that I can't live without her
    She's got a way of pleasin'
    I don't know why it is
    But there doesn't have to be a reason anywhere

    Ah, Billy Joel, never change.

    I think it's the fact that Amelia's blog just gets less traffic in general and since she gets less traffic in general, she gets less of the assholes with whom I would be arguing and thereby being an asshole myself. Admittedly, the problem is mine. I've always been a total perfectionist and willful ignorance, arrogance and condescension are the most horrible flaws in the world to me.

  20. Also, as to the singing to calm the waves, sounds like the goddess Mazu to me but I've never heard of it as a job.

  21. Aw. I'm tearing up.

    I need to scurry off and paint about this.

    *overwhelmed* I can't even think of anything else to say.