Diary Entries Of A Blue Lantern

Summary: A log of Razer's thoughts and actions, along with interaction on different planets.

Rating: T

Pairing: Eventual Razaya

AN: I got this glorious idea when I was sleep deprived last night. Plus, Razer's Blue Lantern-ness is very attractive right now to writers.

This story will hold diary entries and a bit of action. More action later on, right now at the beginning the focus is solely on Razer's emotions.

~Nat

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His first day truly was the hardest. There were no silent reassurances of Aya's well being. There were no more dreaming of living a life with Aya. And then it hit him like tidal wave.

Aya was no longer with him.

Was she dead? He had no clear cut idea. She could be off prancing around some where and he would not all be knowledgable of it, but the mere idea of it made Razer cringe and grow incredibly worried.

Flying past multiple different planets, Razer clearly had no idea where to start, nor where she could possibly be. Aya was adaptable and could hide anywhere she wants. She could hide on a cold planet, a lifeless planet, a boiling hot planet, she could hide on a planet that was completely habited with non-sociable aliens.

For a partial life form, she was impeccably resourceful.

Now, in belief that he may possibly find her, he decided to record his journey. If not for a possible next generation of his kind, but to prove his absolute love for her. To show her what extents he would possibly go through to have her back in his arms once more.

Eventually, Razer came across a small journal that he had once stuffed in his armor. He had not had many things in the Interceptor and this had been one of them.

A simply Volkregian leather binded journal, thick enough to hold many words, but thin enough to not become a burden in ones trousers. He did not have a bag and stored all of his belongings in his armor.

And so he began.

Day 1:

Today had been uneventful in the fact that Aya has just recently departed from my life. Of course, it would only take a miraculous amount of luck if I were to find her so on in my search.

And I am not that lucky.

I believe searching individual galaxies would be of more use to me. I believe I shall head to Odym soon. Now with such a treacherous journey beginning, I believe Saint Walker's wise nature will be of much use to me.

I also believe I am saying I believe all too much.

But for now I will seek refuse in an abandoned Red Lantern ship. It would make sense, I am still a Red Lantern. Its accommodations are not up to date of course, but I am not looking for luxury, I am looking for an over-night inn where I will be undisturbed.

I hope to find Aya soon, I believe her absence may take a heavy toll on me if I am unable to locate her quickly. Hopefully my hope will lead me down a path to find her. I believe I will pray to Grotz tonight to ensure her safety and health, wherever she is.

I have not done this for a while, this may very well jog my memory.

Farewell for now.

Razer stared down at his now filled up page and sighed, leaning back again the cot he had found in one of the spare rooms, looking out one of the windows to the stars.

"Aya, if you are out there, please let me find you." He set the journal aside and laid back against the pillow, grimacing at the firmness, and rolling onto his side. "Pleasant dreams my love," He whispered, before allowing himself to be taken into a deep rest.

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AN: This will be the average length of a journal entry and eventually it will build up. Razer is just trying to make himself used to his new life.

And don't worry, this will be Razaya

~Nat