Post by solyl on Jul 21, 2015 23:35:16 GMT -8
*This is a secondary journal from his magic tome which is mentioned ICly at times. This journal is just a regular book.*
*The penmanship is beautiful, full of swirls and loops and other adornment that shows that for him, part of the joy in writing his thoughts down was the act of writing itself.*
Today I had the most dubious honor of writing a journal for my Bane. I had to attempt not to react to the things he had me write... but as I will be writing this for him when ever he wishes it, I find I will have to practice my lack of facial expressions, as today I looked at him in surprise at something he had said. If I am going to do this for him, I have to be merely his hands and remain completely neutral to what he says, though I find it will be difficult.
He even had me vow not to read the journal at a later date, as if I won't remember what I wrote!
He confessed to me, well, not to me but to his journal, through me, that he settled here in the city due to me and my needs. I have been living, quite uncomfortably, out with him in the fields and glades and other such places, out in the open where my eyes have quite a lot of pain. But he has been my savior, so I have followed him from place to place without remarking about my discomfort. But it seems he knows me all too well, after having saved my life he knows me better than I know him I fear.
I was pleased he'd decided to settle in a city, and I do love to have my bed and bath again, but it distresses me he goes to sleep under the stars while I rest.
I will have to make an offer to him, that some nights a week we sleep outside together to ease his distress. He has done so very much for me, and I fear I have done very little for him, save for occasionally plucking thorns from his hide or untangling his antlers from the various things he gets them caught in. I will have to do research into what sort of thing he might need... other than my grumpy self scowling at the patrons of the bar.
*The penmanship is beautiful, full of swirls and loops and other adornment that shows that for him, part of the joy in writing his thoughts down was the act of writing itself.*
Today I had the most dubious honor of writing a journal for my Bane. I had to attempt not to react to the things he had me write... but as I will be writing this for him when ever he wishes it, I find I will have to practice my lack of facial expressions, as today I looked at him in surprise at something he had said. If I am going to do this for him, I have to be merely his hands and remain completely neutral to what he says, though I find it will be difficult.
He even had me vow not to read the journal at a later date, as if I won't remember what I wrote!
He confessed to me, well, not to me but to his journal, through me, that he settled here in the city due to me and my needs. I have been living, quite uncomfortably, out with him in the fields and glades and other such places, out in the open where my eyes have quite a lot of pain. But he has been my savior, so I have followed him from place to place without remarking about my discomfort. But it seems he knows me all too well, after having saved my life he knows me better than I know him I fear.
I was pleased he'd decided to settle in a city, and I do love to have my bed and bath again, but it distresses me he goes to sleep under the stars while I rest.
I will have to make an offer to him, that some nights a week we sleep outside together to ease his distress. He has done so very much for me, and I fear I have done very little for him, save for occasionally plucking thorns from his hide or untangling his antlers from the various things he gets them caught in. I will have to do research into what sort of thing he might need... other than my grumpy self scowling at the patrons of the bar.