Which has only meant that Sev has been able to pour all of his energy into his research...and his family. Congratulations, Sev! I know you've never seen yourself as a father, but I think you're an excellent one. Also, it's been years; gimme a hug! ::rustle of cloth, skitter of parchments::
...Oops. Let me just pick those up....
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A pastel-colored, bittersweet romantic drama |
| What Would A Movie Based On Your Soul Look Like? |
What immediately came to mind while reading that description was the K-drama 100 Days My Prince (gif above), which is not exactly pastel, but has moments of cinematic beauty that the film allows to spool out before moving the scene forward. I can see my soul being mirrored in a film like that. Especially since just because a romance is bittersweet, that doesn't mean it ends tragically. I like the idea of my soul prompting a story where love overcomes rather than eliminates difficulty or pain, that takes tiny moments to revel in the everyday beauty around us, and while I prefer jewel tones to pastels, I've been told more than once that my presence is more of a pastel, so I suppose I can't quibble about that.
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Armchair |
| What Item Of Furniture Are You? |
Speaking of having a quiet, pastel sort of soul.... I love armchairs, especially big, deep ones where you can curl yourself up completely with a blanket and a book. If that's the sort of feeling I bring to my friends, all the better! I'm not sure I'm particularly good at letting them sit and process, though: I'm more prone to ask questions that might help them make sense of their thoughts.
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The KingWhose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now. Art : St Catherine of Alexandria, Guido Reni |
| Are You a Soldier, a Poet, or a King? |
This quiz is anchored in a song I am not familiar with, so I have no idea what implications this result might have within the framework of the song. But I do sympathize with this feeling, that I do what I should most of the time, that I take my responsibilities seriously, that I'm more likely to hold other people in my hands than they are to hold me in theirs. I mean, we hold each other, but I think I notice when they need me more than they notice when I need them. I try to communicate when I'm floundering and faltering, but that doesn't always effect a change in their behavior. What I'm trying to do in the face of their absence is find ways to live new moments on my own, to pursue more solitary or separate interests and remind myself that my life is not just attached to theirs; it is also my own.


