So, Civerus and myself like to roleplay our main characters (both of whom are leashed tightly to our minds so that they cannot escape) in order to learn them better. (I have to write out the whole manuscript, in any case.) Last night, when she slept over, we decided to write a fluff scene - yay...
(It never ends well, no it does not, but we'll still keep trying to write something that is incredibly, sickeningly adorable and makes no sense to canon.)
So, my main character is officially pregnant, early second trimester! They're going to name their boychild Victor. (The poor boy will grow up isolated from boys of a lower class and probably be unhappy, denied a father's love until he is old enough to learn the works of Baltimore's politicking, as he must inherit one day, after which he will be prized over Naime herself, which made both of us (me and Naime) sad.In defense of Naime, I used my on-the-spot-rant skillz to deliver the following speech:
Civ: ...and it'll be all happy and stuff --
Scee: Happy? Happy? Oh, yes, Civerus, I'm certain Naime will be happy, after almost being murdered by the man she learns to love and nearly betrayed and killed several times after that, forced to take refuge with a man who pushes every obstacle out of his way, including herself, to reach his narcissist goals, and then using her for sex (far before they are ever married, despite proper etiquette of this century!), after which he steals away their son in order to pursue his own political ambitions, which he loves more than the mother of his only child! I'm sure that will make Naime dreadfully happy!
Civ: ...You make me feel like a terrible person.
I'm not always this mean to her. It's just the fact that the speech had to be delivered - Naime had been mulling it over in her head for days.
(Oh, my individualist headvoices.)
Here's some other things that have happened within the past two days:
- Watched "How to Train Your Dragon;" it was amazing. Rivaled Avatar.
- Rewatched Harry Potter 4.
- Rewatched Robots.
- Civ taught me how to use a bow and arrow! :D She has a 45 lb. bow, and it takes a lot more strength to pull the string back than you might expect. Wow. I managed, though, and I think I'm pretty good at it - I want to keep practicing, and if I continue to enjoy it for a while, I might consider getting my own. (It might be beginner's luck, or it might be that I just have some sort of natural talent.)
- Watched "Diary of a Wimpy Kid," just now, because my grandmother wanted to watch something with us. It was actually very nice.
- Other stuff I don't much see the point in listing.