Writing these drabbles = FUN! - although I'm letting them distract me from writing something looooooooonger. Oh well, that will come in time, right? feedback is better than chocolate (and has also...needs to breath, he needs help to breath...help... She's being lifted, and immobile feed gain traction, running on a three-word fuel cell - Help...Jeremiah Smith... XXXXXX
I haven't seen my fisherman friend in days, so I guess it was all in my head. Big surprise. Scully seemed restless today, so we had a little outing. Last weekend, we went out with Carl and Ginny in their...a beer and enjoying the view. It felt like one of the fantasies I'd had years ago come true. Later, we dropped the swim ladder and splashed around in the cool water. I could get used to this
Right so I made another video (cause sleep is just way less important than Mulder and Scully obviously). This one is set to the song At The Edge of the Ocean by Ivy. It's one of those songs that you know, but you just don't know the title of. Anyways, I thought it was appropriate for their relationship because it's a lot of starting, stopping and waiting. Standing at the edge of the ocean, trying...
I made a lot of promises to you one night. You were still tiny, so tiny I couldn't see you yet. You were still swimming inside your mother. It was during the interregnum between my coming back to life...the dinosaurs. * I would be the father than mine wasn't. * I would always protect you. * I would always love you, no matter what. I am so sorryI failed to keep almost every one of my promises
I don't want to worry Scully unless I'm sure I have something to worry about, so I'm writing my thoughts down here. The last two days, there was a man in a fishing boat in our bay. I didn't think anything...concerned. Especially when I saw himscanning the shore with binoculars. It made my Spidey sense tingle. He's not here today. So perhaps I am being paranoid. But I'm going to keep my eyes open
I made a video for Mulder and Scully centred around (obviously) their relationship. Although I didn't really want to show all the goopy goo love part, I wanted to focus more on the struggles and how hard they've worked and how long they tried to be happy together and in the end, whether it was worth it? Anyways the link is under the cut and it's set to John Mayer's Slow Dancing in a Burning Room...
This is one of those times when I wish I could shout, "Hey, Kool-Aid!" and the Kool-Aid guy would come crashing through the wall with a frosty pitcher of grape flavor. This woman is going to kill me. I am not a young man anymore. Not that I'm complaining. I can always get a heart transplant. Rawr. The lake is kind of weedy, but I still wonder how Scully feels about skinny-dipping.
Looking back on it, I have no idea how we held out for that long. If I had known, let's just say I would have made my magical Mulder move a lot sooner. There isn't enough time in the world to make up for it. Or maybe there is. I'm going to do my best to try. Her skin tastes like apples.
