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A Fairy Out of Her Tale - Dear Diary - 28. Scene 28

In which moonlight loses its appeal.

11-12th January 1995

Dear Sneaky Diary,

 

I didn’t find my juice. I found the kitchen, but instead of something to soothe my nerves, I found Kris. He was lurking in the kitchen too, sitting at the breakfast table basking in the moonlight that came through the window.

(I should’ve ranted before about how small all the windows are around here too. It’s like people really don’t want anything to do with the outside world!)

Kris was already intimidating enough when he was avoiding me. I got the chills every time he laid eyes on me during the day, to the point that it would happen when I didn’t even realise he was around - the chills told me he was nearby and looking at me! How freaky is that? Why was he staring so much, anyway?

I always thought that observing someone illuminated by moonlight would be this poetic scene of beautiful quietness. The light would give their body an ethereal glow, making them the most enchanting beings in the world, and I would fall in love with them there and then. You have no idea the number of times I imagined my lovers in such a scene, their naked bodies glowing in the light and from the elation of the good times we just had. I won’t get into any more details because now is not the time to give myself a hard on. I’m definitely not in the mood, and, more importantly, I can’t find a tissue box around here.

But back to Kris (to make sure the only hard thing here remains the pen I’m writing with): romance is dead. Poetry is dead. Moonlight lost all its allure to me.

He didn’t notice me at first. He frowned with his hands closed into fists on the table. The mohican I saw in his hair during the day had turned to a mass of straight, blond, lifeless lumps falling in whatever direction they pleased. Then I took that one careless step forward and he realised he had company:

‘Why you here?’ He got up so abruptly his chair fell on the floor. His eyes narrowed at me and my wound throbbed.

‘I need juice.’ I pointed to the fridge in case he didn’t understand me.

‘Out!’ He snarled. Bared his teeth. Walked towards me in slow, menacing steps (or maybe it was just me seeing everything in slow motion because of the fear). ‘Out!’ He stopped in front of me. It was hard to move when he was shouting at me. My legs turned to jelly when he dropped his hands on my shoulders with more force than necessary. ‘Go! Room!’

He made me march back to my room, jelly legs and all. Up the stairs, to the other end of the corridor. My wound throbbed and bled again. Lóránt won’t be happy. He opened my door and shoved me inside. I couldn’t say a word, even as the door banged on my face.

So now I have no juice, no inclination to go to sleep, and no real possibility of speaking with Kris ever again (and I don’t even know what I did wrong).

What a great first night!

Thanks for reading!
Kris doesn't seem to be the nicest guy around. It doesn't help that he knows only the bare minimum Fadalesh, so he had to communicate all his feelings in just a few key words. I’m sure Nessa got the message, though.
(When will she learn other languages so she can talk to people?)
We’ll be back on Tuesday with someone else grabbing Nessa’s attention. Hopefully they’ll be nicer to her…
Meanwhile, I have a Patreon page and a pathological need for validation through comments and feedback. I'm sure most of us know what it's like, so if you feel like helping me out here...
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Will Hawkins

I keep forgetting you are from Scotland until I see reminders like 'arse'. But that's okay, the brogue doesn't come through the computer screen and most of what you write is understood even by a Yankee like me. It may be that my understanding is genetic as I have been told some of my ancestry is mixed Irish and Scottish, though nobody in my family ever spoke with a brogue or a lilt.

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James Hiwatari
14 hours ago, Will Hawkins said:

I keep forgetting you are from Scotland until I see reminders like 'arse'. But that's okay, the brogue doesn't come through the computer screen and most of what you write is understood even by a Yankee like me. It may be that my understanding is genetic as I have been told some of my ancestry is mixed Irish and Scottish, though nobody in my family ever spoke with a brogue or a lilt.

My ancestors are from Germany, Italy, Czech Republic and Portugal, as far as I know. If only I could speak German and Czech... (Italian and Portuguese I already do. And the internet is slowly teaching me German and Czech along with some others. So maybe some day?)

That said, if I was trying to write as they speak in Glasgow, with random Scotts or Gaelic mixed in, it could be more of a challenge. I've been here for 11 years and some of it still is... :o

Will Hawkins

I am going to make a proposal, James, no, not of marriage nor even of long-distance computer sex, especially at my advanced age. If you are in any way reluctant to respond to it in the affirmative, just send me a raspberry and I will understand and not be upset.

You are writing your chapters in English English and I assume you wish to continue that way. What I propose is some suggested Americanizations of your grammar if you wish to submit to crass 'other side of the pond' suggestions. Please keep it in mind that there is nothing wrong with British spelling. Hell, over the time I have been reading stories on GA, I have even been able to enjoy stories written by Australians and if that be true, a little bit of British is NO problem. The only reason I offer this "service" is to broaden your abilities. Are you interested, or not?

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James Hiwatari
On 10/12/2018 at 3:02 PM, Will Hawkins said:

I am going to make a proposal, James, no, not of marriage nor even of long-distance computer sex, especially at my advanced age. If you are in any way reluctant to respond to it in the affirmative, just send me a raspberry and I will understand and not be upset.

You are writing your chapters in English English and I assume you wish to continue that way. What I propose is some suggested Americanizations of your grammar if you wish to submit to crass 'other side of the pond' suggestions. Please keep it in mind that there is nothing wrong with British spelling. Hell, over the time I have been reading stories on GA, I have even been able to enjoy stories written by Australians and if that be true, a little bit of British is NO problem. The only reason I offer this "service" is to broaden your abilities. Are you interested, or not?

Thanks, but I'm going to stick to the British way of doing English. Which is already a bit of a compromise on the Glaswegian way of where I live... :P 

I don't have anything against individual US people, but growing up in Brazil as a sort of "unofficial cultural colony" of the US, I usually make a point of distancing myself from that country as much as I can. It's quite tiring to be expected to get references and know useless information/trivia about a country that is not mine and not somewhere I'm particularly interested in. It's overwhelming, actually. To the point that British/Scottish/European things have a much more "refreshing" or even "comforting" appeal to me, even though technically Europeans have played their part in cultural imperialism too (and other forms of imperialism). 

Not to mention that learning English as a second language in Brazil you will learn US English, not British. So I actually had to put some effort to get to the level of Britishness I am in now. 

 

So don't take this personally. My anti-US feelings don't extend to individual people unless they're proven arseholes, which you don't seem to be. ;)  

James Hiwatari
20 minutes ago, Will Hawkins said:

I accept your reasoning wholeheartedly so - no comments about Britishisms. From time to time, when I read a story by an Aussie, even I who has been a visitor down under, will have to look up a reference to understand what is being said

You're free to comment on them if you want! I'll probably find it amusing or learn something new. 

Looking up references to understand things has always been a part of living in another culture and another language, so welcome to the club, I guess? ;) 

 

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