Private. Even _brooklyn_ is locked out.
It's not a bad idea. It's probably a good idea. It's so... backwards, but he seems so much better. God, I hope it works. I hope it doesn't backfire, too. At least he's used to it, to mental tinkering. Probably does it himself. And it's not any different than what I offered to do, if the world comes crashing in and it's all too much to bear.
And I have to tell the Lady that that's an offer that stands. Because it does. Because I'm a big fat meta-knowing Mary Sue cheater-head, and the only reason I let myself get away with it is because I stay on the edges unless I'm needed. I don't jump in the middle and try to twist everyone's lives around my own. Sometimes a little twisting happens anyway, but I actually can't help that.
I can see the gathering storm. I'd feel bad about it, if I thought it would last. But there are enough people who can move Heaven and Earth (and Hell, if necessary) that I can feel free to worry about my own friends. For one thing, the worst of it doesn't apply to me. I don't die. Thank you, Daddy Dearest, for that one. This is not a human form, this is my form, the face and shape I am satisfied with. I'm immortal. And so is my son. And I suspect I can protect the rest of my family and further, my clan, from The Big Consequence, as well.
Weird. I'm not nervous about what's essentially the end of the world, but I'm worried about one single person reacting badly to it. Just the one.
Robbie will do okay at the castle for the duration, and most of his toys can go with him. But I hope our potential guest likes duckies, because I'm not redecorating.
And now I need to think about names. Just in case.
And I have to tell the Lady that that's an offer that stands. Because it does. Because I'm a big fat meta-knowing Mary Sue cheater-head, and the only reason I let myself get away with it is because I stay on the edges unless I'm needed. I don't jump in the middle and try to twist everyone's lives around my own. Sometimes a little twisting happens anyway, but I actually can't help that.
I can see the gathering storm. I'd feel bad about it, if I thought it would last. But there are enough people who can move Heaven and Earth (and Hell, if necessary) that I can feel free to worry about my own friends. For one thing, the worst of it doesn't apply to me. I don't die. Thank you, Daddy Dearest, for that one. This is not a human form, this is my form, the face and shape I am satisfied with. I'm immortal. And so is my son. And I suspect I can protect the rest of my family and further, my clan, from The Big Consequence, as well.
Weird. I'm not nervous about what's essentially the end of the world, but I'm worried about one single person reacting badly to it. Just the one.
Robbie will do okay at the castle for the duration, and most of his toys can go with him. But I hope our potential guest likes duckies, because I'm not redecorating.
And now I need to think about names. Just in case.