A/N: Second chappie (what else?)
Falco: Thank you, dahlink! =D
Ireland: Glad you like it ^-^
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December 15, 1899
I seem to be at a train station. Odd, isn't it? I don't believe ever wanting to be at any particular station.
I hate my mother. I hate Uncle Deadward (I have finally discovered a nickname for him!). I hate... well, everything quite frankly. I cannot believe I am on my way to the land of tea. I would do absolutely anything just to see Blink right now.
Overwhelming sadness seems to have a strange effect on me, as I just hallucinated seeing Blink standing in front of me. I laughed and smacked the hallucination. Rather real feeling mirage if you ask me. Made quite a nice smacky sound when I hit it.
GOOD GOD!!!!!!!!
It was Blink! I didn't even try to contain my joy. I quite literally jumped on him, knocking him to the ground. (You should have seen the stares, how unlady like! Ooohh... I could care less!) When Blink recovered he gave me the most darling smile and hugged me. Tears stained my dress.
"I don't want you to leave, Yorkie." He said.
"I don't want to leave either, Blond... er... Blink, and I'm sorry for everything." I replied, smiling through my tears. He didn't answer, just hugged me more.
My mother, upon seeing what I was up to, snatched me away from Blink and gave me a good whack across my cheek. She shoved me into the nearest train compartment and gave the evil eye to Blink. The conductor shouted, "All aboard!" It was lucky I didn't drown the other passengers with my crying. But just as the train was readying for departure, Blink leaned into me and gave me my first kiss. (a lovely one I might add.) My mother looked outraged. Blink looked upset. And I was in too much shock to look like anything.
The train rolled away, with me staring out the window after my pirate.
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Once I collected myself, I realized I was actually heading to England.
On the brink of panic, I decided maybe the engineer would stop the train if he thought one of the passengers was dangerous. (Then I could runway and be with Blink!) That passenger had to be me (as everyone else looked quite normal and boring.) The assistant in the compartment stood all annoyingly authorative by the door. As soon as he looked over at me, I began snarling and biting the leather seat. I only wish I could have taken a photograph of how astonished he looked! Just to make sure I seemed awfully insane, I began growling at the other passengers. One lady fainted. (Ha!)
By the time the assistant pulled me away from the seat, there was numerous bite marks scarred onto the green leather. Even a bit of stuffing was ripped out. Unfortunately, the assistant did not tell the engineer to stop the train. He just gave me a stern talk about behaving. Who does he think he is? My mother? (well, they do look alike.)
Yawn and a half. This compartment is positively boring. If I must go to England to live with the sure idiocy of Uncle Deadward, then I might as well enjoy the trip. I decided to make faces at the farmers from out the window. One old man raised his pitchfork at me and mouthed something that looked like 'Satan.' Hmm. That was amusing for approximately three minutes.
The assistant continues to give me annoyed looks. Good.
After a few more dull hours on the way to the port, I decided to sit down and write this entry and think about Blink.
I love him, I love him, I love him!!! I will never be able to stop thinking about him!
Oooh, tiny cakes! (must depart for a minute, the snack tray has just come around.)
Falco: Thank you, dahlink! =D
Ireland: Glad you like it ^-^
~*~*~*~*~
December 15, 1899
I seem to be at a train station. Odd, isn't it? I don't believe ever wanting to be at any particular station.
I hate my mother. I hate Uncle Deadward (I have finally discovered a nickname for him!). I hate... well, everything quite frankly. I cannot believe I am on my way to the land of tea. I would do absolutely anything just to see Blink right now.
Overwhelming sadness seems to have a strange effect on me, as I just hallucinated seeing Blink standing in front of me. I laughed and smacked the hallucination. Rather real feeling mirage if you ask me. Made quite a nice smacky sound when I hit it.
GOOD GOD!!!!!!!!
It was Blink! I didn't even try to contain my joy. I quite literally jumped on him, knocking him to the ground. (You should have seen the stares, how unlady like! Ooohh... I could care less!) When Blink recovered he gave me the most darling smile and hugged me. Tears stained my dress.
"I don't want you to leave, Yorkie." He said.
"I don't want to leave either, Blond... er... Blink, and I'm sorry for everything." I replied, smiling through my tears. He didn't answer, just hugged me more.
My mother, upon seeing what I was up to, snatched me away from Blink and gave me a good whack across my cheek. She shoved me into the nearest train compartment and gave the evil eye to Blink. The conductor shouted, "All aboard!" It was lucky I didn't drown the other passengers with my crying. But just as the train was readying for departure, Blink leaned into me and gave me my first kiss. (a lovely one I might add.) My mother looked outraged. Blink looked upset. And I was in too much shock to look like anything.
The train rolled away, with me staring out the window after my pirate.
~*~*~*~
Once I collected myself, I realized I was actually heading to England.
On the brink of panic, I decided maybe the engineer would stop the train if he thought one of the passengers was dangerous. (Then I could runway and be with Blink!) That passenger had to be me (as everyone else looked quite normal and boring.) The assistant in the compartment stood all annoyingly authorative by the door. As soon as he looked over at me, I began snarling and biting the leather seat. I only wish I could have taken a photograph of how astonished he looked! Just to make sure I seemed awfully insane, I began growling at the other passengers. One lady fainted. (Ha!)
By the time the assistant pulled me away from the seat, there was numerous bite marks scarred onto the green leather. Even a bit of stuffing was ripped out. Unfortunately, the assistant did not tell the engineer to stop the train. He just gave me a stern talk about behaving. Who does he think he is? My mother? (well, they do look alike.)
Yawn and a half. This compartment is positively boring. If I must go to England to live with the sure idiocy of Uncle Deadward, then I might as well enjoy the trip. I decided to make faces at the farmers from out the window. One old man raised his pitchfork at me and mouthed something that looked like 'Satan.' Hmm. That was amusing for approximately three minutes.
The assistant continues to give me annoyed looks. Good.
After a few more dull hours on the way to the port, I decided to sit down and write this entry and think about Blink.
I love him, I love him, I love him!!! I will never be able to stop thinking about him!
Oooh, tiny cakes! (must depart for a minute, the snack tray has just come around.)