…words I can’t say on this site. Gah. You… rg…
Calm. Calm. Once the present is sorted out we can discuss the past.
You know what, email me. I’ll work out how to give you access. (I hate the internets.) I don’t… fuck it, I will not let you fall. I’ve been there and I don’t care what it takes, I will not let you fall. I need to be here for you. We’ll talk.
So much depends on us. Stay strong, Kitty, because we’re going to find the light together.
Heyo.
Things up and down. They’ve been shifting. I’m getting closer to discovering the terrible secrets of my past; good in some ways, not so much in others. In love with a girl who wants to be friends, nothing more, and I think I’m actually okay with that. We’re also working on a web series. I’m one of about seven writers. I’ll let you know when we’re done our first episode.
Sorry to hear about the cutting. It’s a hard thing to beat, but I know you’ll be able to when you’re ready. A few months ago I sneaked a stake knife upstairs and, in the middle of the night, spent twenty minutes sawing at my arm. Afterwards I was glad, because I had finally gotten it out of my system. I knew right away that that was the last time I would ever cut. So far so good. Have no fear, Kitty. I have faith in you.
Kitty!
Yeah. It hasn’t been easy lately. Tired, sickening, anvil stuck between my ears (at least that’s what it feels like) and, oh yeah, I’ve been broken up with too. Sucks. A lot of bad stuff. But still, lightening up again. Hearing from you just made my day.
yeah sorry about that….
i didnt mean to.
um… i may be able to get someting ot of that.
i do ask advice. its just…
she can only tell me so much.
i have multiple “guides” in my life.
just the ones that are going to reveal the rest havent come yet.
my guide told me everythign she could.
First off, you might want to do something about that multiple shout thing…
I don’t know for certain that I will die. Only that in December I will face a terrible adversary much more powerful than I. I will probably die fighting it. Exactly what will happen I cannot say.
Be strong, Kitty. There’s no shame in asking for divine guidance…
Good. I’d worried you’d taken it the wrong way and fled, refusing to listen…
There is no difference between angels and demons, save the choices that we make.
And yes… sort of. At least, the seal was broken. It’s hard to tell with this sort of thing.
Alex is the name of the whole. We don’t use that name.
Styx is the host. He’s nice but tired all the time.
IMPACT is the oldest, and the most cynical.
Wraith is a younger girl. She used to be scared all the time but she’s much better now.
The haich is pretty much an animal. It hasn’t been out as much since the great war.
Clarence is the youngest. He’s small and bubbly and excited.
Skeleton’s what we call a Guardian alter; he just stays in the background and organizes everything. We don’t really know anything much about him. To us he’s kind of like an internal god.
Prophet’s just… weird.
Whisk is the other girl. She tries to be nice but she’s kind of superficial.
And I’m Lank. Just… whatever. I’m just whatever, you know?