[Caelum's Scrapbook] Use Your Words.

[Gossamer]

I am really sending good vibes and healing your way. Well be here when you get back. Just please get better and get back. It's seriously not the same without you.

[Xira Hezmek]

We will miss you and await your return Katie. Please get better soon, don't stress at all about Miz stuff, just focus on getting better.

We are all rooting for you!

[Zandelia]

Oh no! I really hope that you get better soon Katie. I shall send you all of the positive energies that I can.

Be well!

[Caelum]

I am home and well. Thanks for thinking of me. It will still be a little bit, I'm afraid, until I start replying. I'm not quite up to writing yet, but here is a scrap of fiction I wrote for a different corner of the internet a while ago. It was done for a few authors putting together different types of art dedicated to the concept of "having left", physically, mentally, emotionally, otherwise or all of the above; and it reminded itself to me as it may be used in something similar again soon. - - - I left because the blue sky broke my soul. He knocked for fifteen minutes. The first one of them startled through me like thunder. Adrenaline drenched my limbs and I was queasy before even realizing what was happening on my apartment doorstop, what had to come to call on me and why. All of my hours were piled up in that apartment, hung with exquisite care from nails I hammered in myself. Maybe I'd called in help from a neighbor a time or two. He knew and I knew that the door wasn't going to be opened from the inside. My car was in its slot and I was standing in the doorway between the living room and my bedroom, watching the door quiver beneath his fist and eyeballing the blinds as if I didn't already know they were closed. He couldn't see in. He couldn't see me. He didn't have to. He had a key. Fortunately, I remembered this before he used it. I stepped backwards, barefoot and stealth, into the bedroom and kept walking that way until I could crawl into the bed, right up to the pillows, and slowly pull the thick down comforter over me. I curled up as small as I could make myself and stuffed a few pillows strategically around me, thinking they could be camoflage even as I heard the deadbolt click and scrape. I started holding my breath by the time the apartment door creaked open, one eye peering through a needle thin part in the blankets at my bedroom window. I could see half his car, and the rest was sky. He was very quiet, going through my life. A desperate, cold quiet that locked you down more than it did him. He walked and sighed loud enough for me to listen to and I squeezed shut my eyes when the doorknob turned, blotting out the window. He must have stood there in the doorway for an eternity. To this day, I don't know if he recognized my so-called strategic in bed hiding for what it was, believed me dead and not sleeping, or honestly didn't actually see me where was I was lying there. Quite frankly, by then I might have been stunned if he had. Regardless, he left. The door was closed behind him, and the apartment door behind that. He even locked it back again from the outside. I listened to all of this and eventually opened my eyes again when his engine turned over. It was an October. The sky was the color of hydrangeas in iron rich soil and I dissolved beneath one small and jagged piece of its beauty. I left then, stepped right out of myself, and I only came back to pack.

[Caelum]

Happy holiday weekend! I wanted to drop a line and let you know I am doing well and things are going in the right direction. I will be wading back in to posting soon. Recovery is a sonuvabitch, ya'll, on all the levels. Also, I miss your faces. All the faces.

Talk to you soon,
k.

[Caelum]

There are dozens of more pictures of Caelum’s model on the interwebs than a month ago. Maybe even a day ago. I discovered this because I did a google image search to find this one particular picture of him I’d seen ages ago. Only a gazillion images popped up and all of a sudden I didn’t know what to do. At all. There were too many to pick from. Notably, in a lot of them he’s not wearing a shirt. Like a really ridiculous lot of them. This is the best problem ever.

[Caelum]

Cute in your face. Guys, this is going on at the Philadelphia zoo. It’s stupid cute, black footed kittens named after dragons from TSoIaF. It made my entire morning and is it just me but don’t they look like sand kittens? I had a PC once, the snotty Eypharian noble, who had a sand kitten given to her as a courting present and I freely admit that it was done for no other reason than that I needed to be able to at least pretend I could play with one. I mean, this is a fantasy world, right? Right? Here’s a preview. You’ve been warned. -k.

[Traverse]

Those guys are so friggin' adorable, and the names are great! I cannot wait until the Miz specific kitty page becomes a real thing because that will be happening fo' sho for some PC of mine, maybe in existence, maybe to come for the exact same reason as getting yourself a sand kitty haha.

[Caelum]

The Mizahar cats are going to be fantastic. I will be right there with you in attempting to acquire one kind or another. Caelum was once bonded to a kitty cat kelvic, so ostensibly he totally digs them. Right?

[Caelum]

This is the song I'm quoting in my summer open thread. I think it's appropriatly lazy and haunting and sharp.