Leching away...

Today's train journey was a good day for interesting leching (don't look at me like that. b/f was there so it doesn't count. Right?)

Beyond normal pretty folk b/f caught me leching at 2 weird ones, interesting what you learen about yourself in such situations.

Guy #1 wasn't pretty. In fact b/f was astonished when he caught me leching (I am seriously irritated by how well he can read my body language). He was overweight (not a problem in and of itself) unshaven (not in a cute, scruffy way) with REALLy bad hair and even worse clothes... but... he had the singular most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen.

It's just incredible, a guy who you'd generally consider to have negative attractiveness and... such incredible eyes. And also shows just how eye orientated I am. Damn, that must be an obsession.

Guy #2. Also unconvention but even b/f had to say wow (though not like my wow). Older man (over 50 certainly) carved from solid granite and battered even harder. Like a piece of mountain got up with all square jaw and fierce eyes. SO not my type.

Yet... have you ever met someone who's so obviously comfortable in their own skin, so obviously knows who they are and likes it that it radiates off them like an aura? Utter self confidence - not pride or arrogance - just utter sense of self. A man who, if he said "I'm going to move a mountain" you'd believe him, because you can't imagine that he'd try to do something he couldn't do to utter perfection.

He also had one kicking aura of command that had me melting messily all over the train. We're talking SCARY here, someone who could make you run or beg with a look, no a glance.

You could actually see the submissives on the train (6 of them by my count, 4 women, 2 men) by how they all shivered and had to nearly tear their gazes away. All with that 'rabbit in headlights' look.

Heh, as b/f said, I couldn't live with someone like that, I'd be waaaay too helpless. But DAMN. *drool & melt & shiver in memory*

Camaalis prequel thingy

There is a rhyme to my madness, not just because these trhee won't leave me alone (even if 2 of them ARE dead). And it's not just because I thjink Camaalis need some good PR (actually I think the Camaalis muses have recognised they need some good PR and are throwing thmselves at me in an attempt to improve their image)

( Camaalis prequel thingy again. )

Banked Embers actual beginning

I never intended this to become a story arch, but I never intended that with the Angel either. Sometimes they just show up and drag me with them.

And to make it worse, Kami has given them the idea of character journals.

( Banked Embers #1 - the joys of mortality and history rekindled. )

It has come to my attention...

...that my fics are getting more and more disjointed. I write a section then skip to the next one then the next etc etc etc.

Coupled with my love of cliffhangers, this is making fics just hang in the air uselessly and frustratingly.

Ok, new resolution, I will try and tie up each story thread then post arcs rather than disjointed bits of story.

Banked Embers 2 - The old rule meets the new order

Ok, and with this one I hereby name this story arc closed. Now I can move onto the next one to clear that one up and finally get some consistancy in my writing.

That being said, for anyone lost in my constant switching, all my fic is in my memories, in sections and in order for easy reading.


( Banked Embers 2. The old rule meets the new order. )