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So, my show opens in 9 days, and we have load in and tech this weekend, and my parents will be here for the show next weekend. In addition, major plot starting in hearts_andminds that we've been planning for months and which will probably take through mid-April, and which Mohinder, Adam and Lydia all have pretty big parts to play in. Plus, I've been a little neglectful over there of my other muses, and need to get everyone out and about and keep on top of things there.

So, I'll keep tagging things I have going, but my focus is very much going to be H&M and thepathwechoose, and then into recreating_eden to get things going there as they should be for a while, and catching up on prompts and some RP in my smaller 'verses as well. I don't like feeling out of touch/behind--but that means I'll be slower starting some stuff, and not as around in other 'verses/games, because I have other commitments.

Basically just a note to say I'm busy, and have a lot on my plate, and other obligations to meet, so if I'm not as randomly around for a while, or as there in one game or another, that's why. I'll work to find some sort of balance and try to figure out what that is, but right now I need to shift some attention to writing and people, games and muses I've neglected.

<3,
Bria

[JMM] 28.1.1. - Friend and enemy - Bob Marley quote

"Your worst enemy could be your best friend, and your best friend your worst enemy." - Bob Marley

Three hundred and fortyish years was a very long time to carry something--a grudge, a hurt, a remorse, a hope. It didn't matter what, really, except that it lay there inside of him, fine for a decade or so, and then flaring up with a flash of pain so searing that it was clear time was not taking the edge off of anything. Everything had gone so wrong. For the first time in his life, he'd known what it meant to be someone to someone else, to be admired, to be a friend, to have a mission--a purpose. He'd belonged, even as an outsider in a country that was never going to be his, when he could no longer bring himself to return to his own. Had he overreacted? Undoubtedly, if it were about the girl, but gods. It was never about the girl, not truly.

"We did make a good team, you and I. You showed me how to be to a hero, how to love... and then you took it all away."

He would never have looked at Yaeko, much, save for Hiro's insistence it was his destiny. If he were truly, desperately, honest--he hadn't been looking much at Yaeko, anyway. The strange young man from the future drew him, with his stories of Kensei and the man he was supposed to be. He didn't have words for what he wanted, not really, not then, or for what he was feeling, but he'd have done--had done--just about anything for him, to get him to smile.

And then he'd taken it all away, ripped off the mask and proven the lie beneath and God, but after so long that shouldn't still sting. Adam wasn't sure he was even angry anymore (though each time he tried to convince himself he wasn't, he felt the words tumbling around like all the other lies in his head). But he wasn't angry about Yaeko. He was angry about...he didn't have the words for it, not really, not until the moment he watched Hiro marry Claire, and felt that snapping line in his head that slipped around and hit with a sting that hurt more than it should have after so long, after so many loves in between, after finding someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life--what an amazing concept, that--with.

He hadn't been good enough, he thought. And for nearly three and a half centuries, the lack of it, the hurt of it, the rejection of it had festered, echoing in each repetition, each betrayal, each loss until it was magnified beyond all measure, and he didn't know how to extricate it anymore. It wasn't all Hiro's fault, not by a long shot. Adam had made his choices, and others' had made theirs, never even knowing of the strange young man yet to be born in some distant future Adam only dreamed about. But somehow, every time he looked at him, it all came crashing back, like some overwhelming sense of failure, of not enough, of all he had to fight back against to be someone, to make something of himself, to prove them all wrong.

The friend had become an enemy, and the enemy had become a symbol, and try as he might Adam didn't know how to turn the symbol back into a friend.

I like this cat. (Mun: ADAM KITTEH!)