So this is my life and I want you to know that I am both happy and sad

'cause IIIIII'm MOVIN' OUT

2009-07-02T16:10:31Z

I HAVE MOVED TO knownthem_all

Yuh. That'sme.

Add me there if you wish!

OMFFFF

2009-06-22T05:41:42Z

TOM FELTON SINGS.
AND PLAYS THE GEETAR.
AND IT'S....GOOD.
OH MY GOD.
-DEAD FANGIRL IS DEAD-

I'm so in love with you; I'll be forever blue.

2009-06-19T18:59:04Z

OMFG. I CLAIMED A PROMPT ON hd_career_fair ! x.x

I've nevar done this before. And ughhh, I'm so excited to write it.

And I love Scrubs.

x.x I'm in such a great mood. I SHALL BE WRITING AGAIN. YAAAAAAAAAAAY.

TAKE YOUR BLAH BLAH TO THE BLAHBLAHOLOGIST.

I miss you so much it hurts some times.

I'm not just sure, I'm HIV Postive

2009-06-17T02:30:44Z

Wow, I need to write something. Anything. But I just can't >.<

Want to know what I've been trying to write?

A Jack/Sam fic. That's right. Jack Cox and Sam Perry Gilligan Dorian. I was so excited, thought it was so original, and I can't fucking write anything. Ughhhhhh.

I've also worked on some Harry/Draco with no success, some Perry/JD, HughesxRoy, KyoyaxTamaki, you know every fandom I can think of.

Cure burger in paradise
Cure burger, there I said it twice.

Worst. Day. Ever.

2008-06-21T20:52:19Z

So today started out as the best day ever. I was going to see Ringo! Live! In Concert! With Colin Hay!

I knew it was too good to be true.

So I got the damned email, telling me how the concert had been canceled.

It was not to be rescheduled.

He was coming from Niagara and one of the equipment trucks broke down.

And tonight was supposed to be the first of his American tour.

This sucks.

This sucks more than anything has ever sucked before.

And my friend who was supposed to be going with me wants to take me out, and I can't say no. But all I really want to do is stay home, watch Help! and A Hard Day's Night, and RP all night.

Stupid Ringo and his stupid trucks.

Hopefully I'll get to see Paulie next year.

Damn it. Ugh. This is like, the majorest of all drags.

EPIC FAIL.
DO NOT WANT.
D:

Scrubs Series Finale

2008-05-09T01:13:04Z

So, it was an amazing episode, but it just wasn't... finale worthy. This might be the last episode of Scrubs ever, and if it is, then well...

That kinda sucks.

But JD = brilliant. I laughed countless times at him.

And I loved Jordan at the end! Oh, of coarse the Perry and Jack enteraction was perfect in every way :]

It's late, and I can't think of much to say.

But I just wish Scrubs got the ending it deserved, you know?

Dear Austin,

2008-04-26T16:29:26Z

I can almost see you, as if you were never gone. Salvi’s standing by himself in the line for lunch, but I can see you standing next to him, just about a head shorter and both of you laughing about something that happened the night before. I can still hear that stupid laugh of yours. But Salvi’s standing by himself, not talking to anyone. It shouldn’t be like this.

I thought I saw you the other day, I really did. There was some kid standing in the school’s parking lot, and from a distance he looked like you. Same colour hair, but shorter, and he was taller than you. When I first saw him I remember thinking, “Oh my god, Austin got taller.” It was the weirdest feeling, so surreal, and I honestly believed it was you. It was only when the bus got closer did I see that it was clearly not you. I went from shocked and completely elated to being smacked in the face with reality. My heart sunk, and tears instantly blurred my vision. I didn’t cry though.

I had a dream a while back that you were brought back from the dead, like a zombie. I think we were at lunch, because we were all sitting around the lunch tables. Everyone was talking and laughing with you, like nothing ever happened, but when I saw you I was so overwhelmed. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t let myself. For some reason I felt as if I wasn’t allowed to be shocked, and I was to just act as normal.

I had another dream about you. I had four small table things with a large drawer in each, filled with belongings of yours. I was going through them, crying. And then you were back, and I had to go talk to you, because I knew what was going to happen. I couldn’t tell you though, it wasn’t like I had gone back in time, it was like a memory. Towards the end of the dream, it was either you had just passed or it was your funeral, and I was there. But you were there too, and I couldn’t decide if you really had died or a character that you played had died, but you yourself still alive. I can’t remember my conclusion (for some reason I feel as if I chose the latter, then woke up realizing I was wrong, or that I chose the latter first then before waking up I realized that I was mistaken). It was a strange dream, filled with all different kinds of emotions. It felt kind of real, except I remember when I was going through the drawers full of your things, I came across a copy of The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper LP, and on the inside there were figurines. It’s strange because I don’t think you even liked The Beatles, but I don’t know. I never asked.

I sometimes wonder what you’d think of me now. We were close when I was at my worst, and I’ve changed a lot since then (most of my transition I owe to you). I just wish you could see me, since you must have thought I was such a depressed freak, which I was. I wonder what you’d think of my new music taste (I bet you would tell me how much The Beatles sucked, regardless if you believed so or not) or what you would think of my newly acquired passion for vinyl. I can never be sure though.

Sometimes I still struggle with the guilt and worry that we weren’t close enough for me to miss you as much as I do, and sometimes it’ll hit me all over again. Maybe I should move on, get over it, but, the thing is, I don’t want to get over it, because I’m afraid if I move on then that means I’ll stop caring and I’ll forget.

I never want to stop caring, and I can say in all honesty that I think about you every single day.

I guess all I really want to say is that I love you and I will always, always be Aunt Fatty.

I'd like to be under the sea

2008-04-22T00:25:28Z

So right now, as I'm writing this, I'm listening to Octopus's Garden.

On a record player.

Now, it's from their blue collection [1967-1970], but still.

It's probably the coolest thing ever. Besides, of coarse, when my dad first set it up today and the very first album I listened to was the original [The Capital version] White Album.

uigfhgfnmhdfkl.

The sound is absolutely amazing [thanks to my dad keeping such good care of his records]. I mean, listening to the beginning of Back in the USSR with the planes and whatnot, ugh. You just cannot get that sound from a CD or an mp3.

:DDDDDD

And he's got a really good turn table. It uses magnets instead of gears or belts, so you can stop it and play it backwards without hurting the turntable.

So I have in my possession [since my father gave me his collection of about 1400 albums and his turntable {I cried, not gonna lie}] the capitol{which has the original posters in it still, mint condish] and apple version of the White Album [the apple version is his crappy one, so it's thumbtacked to my bedroom wall, as is crappy version of The Jimi Hendrix Expeiriance] Revolver, Rubber Soul, the red and blue collection albums. Sgt Pepper [YES, SGT PEPPER<33], Abby Road, Magical Mystery Tour is somewhere, but I have to find it. I mean, he still has the booklet that came with it. Um, I think that's all The Beatles albums he has. I have. Whatever.

:3

Know what I realized?

2008-04-20T18:21:17Z

Paul annonced the break up of The Beatles on the 8th anniversary of Stuart's death.
I wonder if they picked that day out as 'the death of the beatles" on purpose...

andsoshewrites @ 2008-04-19T21:32:00

2008-04-20T01:40:43Z

Title: Situation
Pairing: Paul and Ringo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened [but you can't be sure...]
Summary: When you’re a Beatle, you’re put into all different kinds of situations
Author's Notes: Okay, so this is about 38405498 years late. Actually, more like, two weeks. But it's here, and it's nothing like how I planned it.

When you’re a Beatle, you’re put into all different kinds of situations. Whether it’s some daft reporter asking questions that no matter how you answer them will cause a week’s worth of news coverage and controversy, or being mauled by rabid girls. Not all of the situations you’re forced into are bad, of course. Some are quite good, like playing music with your childhood idols, or meeting some ravishing girl that wants a touch. But of all the situations you’re in, some you would never have even dreamed would happen, and most you can never predict the outcome.

Say, for example, being in the cramped back room of Abby Road’s studio, high off your rockers with three of your best friends. Seems like a normal enough situation, right?

I was sitting next to Ringo, his legs outstretched, leaning back on his arms, and my legs crossed sitting up relatively straight. Our thighs were pressed against one another, but neither of us cared.

John was singing some scattered song he was making up, while George was wrapping another joint.

I chimed into John’s song, “Ohh darling!” I looked at Ringo, singing dramatically, “You’re the apple of my eyeee!” Ringo immediately burst into a fit a giggles and snorts.

I threw an arm around his shoulders. “Oh Rings darling,” I made my best bird impression, raising my voice an octave or two, “would you be a dear and find me some food?”

He laughed, taking the fresh joint from George and breathing in deeply. He let the smoke travel out of his mouth before taking another drag, then handing it to me.

“Get it yer’self.” He sat up a bit and rested his head on my shoulder, finding something incredibly interesting with the floor beneath him.

I relit the joint while taking a drag, and another, handing it to John after my third.

“I need paper!” John suddenly exclaimed, after smoking the joint himself. We all laughed, knowing this routine quite well by now. He got up, looked around for a piece of paper and a pen to write down his pot-induced epiphany of a song, and soon walked out. He wouldn’t stop till he wrote it down, and I didn’t blame him. We got a lot of good songs that way.

George soon followed, wanting something to eat, leaving Ringo and I alone.

I looked at him; his head still on my shoulder and my arm around him had slid down to resting on his waist.

It was then were the situation took an unpredictable turn.

Ringo looked up at me, his pupils large and his eyes a bit red. He was looking over my face with quite the quizzical expression.

“Hey Paulie?”

“Yeah Rings?”

“D’ya know yer really pretty? Like a bird.”

“Than-“ I started, thinking nothing of the comment. But Ringo went on,

“Yer eyes are so big. And yer nose,” he raised a hand and ran a cold finger down my nose, “it’s perfect, and yer lips,” his hand paused at my lips, digits slowly caressing.

I felt my heart race, my face become hot, and I probably would have pushed him off ages ago if it wasn’t for the grass effect still having control. What was going on?

Ringo dropped his hand, eyes fixed on my lips. It seemed as if he hadn’t said anything in ages.

“What about me lips?” I asked. My mouth moved, I was sure of it, but I wasn’t so sure if any sound came out.

Before I could register what was happening, my lips were suddenly pressed against his. I didn’t respond. I didn’t know what was going on.

But Ringo was kissing me, his eyes were closed and it seemed as if his lips were moving in slow motion, but moving they were. I felt my back against the floor and one of my hands in his hair, while the other was finding its way under his shirt, not exactly remembering how I got there. And it was then that I realized that I was kissing him back, quite feverishly.

The situation escalated slowly, and it was as if I was watching it happen from afar. I wasn’t kissing one of my best mates, but I was watching myself do it.

We didn’t do much besides sucking each other’s face off and rocking our hips together, but it was when my hand had begun to slip past his belt and his lips begun to roam when both John and George walked back in.

I tilted my head back to see George double over in laughters and John's eyes go wide, emotions playing all over his face, then to a blank stare. Though eventually, George calmed down, Ringo and I peeled ourselves off each other and we all came down from out highs.

But John kept that blank look on his face.

And every situation after that was never quite the same.

It's four days late,

2008-04-15T01:55:55Z

But,

Rest in peace Stuart.
June 23, 1940 - April 10th, 1962

A Proclamation

2008-03-31T01:22:51Z

Title: A Proclamation
Pairing: Paul/Ringo
Rating: PG13
Summary: I’d scream to the world that you were mine, and only mine.
Author's Notes: Just a fluffly little drabble for beautiful_nite's word of the week: Proclaim
Disclaimer: Never happened.

Two men were pressed against each other, one with his back against the wall of the recording studio, the other with his mouth attached firmly to base of the other’s neck.

“Mmm, Paulie,” Ringo muttered softly, trying his hardest to hold back a moan, “Stop, we’ll get caught.”

“But Ritchie,” the younger whined against Ringo’s neck, “we haven’t been alone for days. I mean, I sent everyone out to get lunch for a reason.”

“’Cause you’re hungry?”

Paul gave Ringo’s neck a bite. “Mmm, but not for food.”

“Ge’ off me. They’ll be back any minute.” He bit his lip, closed his eyes. He wanted to, oh how much he wanted to, but if George or John or anybody walked in to see them together… Ringo didn’t even want to think of what would happen.

Paul let out a heavy, over dramatic sigh. “I don’t care, let ‘em find out.”

Ringo rolled his eyes. “You know you don’ mean that.”

Paul suddenly looked very serious. “Oh I don’t? Really? You bloody git; I’d scream to the world that you were mine, and only mine.” Ringo only scoffed.

The younger of the two men suddenly pulled away from the other, made his way over to the platform that the drums were on and cleared his throat. He turned to Ringo, smirking. “I, James Paul McCartney,” He started loudly, “would like the world to know that,”

“You fucking poof!” Ringo ran over to Paul, trying to silence him. “Get away from me drums!”

Paul continued with Ringo trying to get a hand over his mouth and tugging on his shirt, “I am in love with the one and only,”

“If the recording shit’s on I’m going to kill you.”

“Richard Starkey.” And with that he placed a soft kiss to Ringo’s lips.

Just seconds after the kiss ended, John walked in, followed by George, holding take-out bags.

“We brought food!” John exclaimed.
“You’re all back early.” Paul muttered, quickly making his way towards him.

“Yeah, we had to hurry. George* was complaining about leaving the recording equipment on.”

---
[That was in referance to George Martin, not George Harrison]

I drew Ringo!

2008-03-29T01:36:56Z

wooo.

It's been a hard day's night.

2008-03-25T02:01:31Z

Okay, so I SWEAR the drawing itself is much better.
I think.
I don't like the picture of it.
I think I like my Paulie better.

Oh, Love Me Do

2008-03-24T21:43:22Z

I drew a pictarrr.

:]]
Yaay.

Come together, right now, over me.

2008-03-23T22:37:35Z

Iconsss!
Yuh!
You can use whatever you want, but please comment and tell me which ones you take and make sure to credit :]
They're all of Paul McCartney
And, these are the first icons I've ever made xD.

Teaser:

1.2.3.
4.5.6.
7.8.9.
10.11.

Across the Universe

2008-03-22T01:42:49Z

I shall post me review of Across the Universe! woo!

So I just finished watching Across the Universe.

I loved it.

And when I saw Dr. Robert, I was like. Is that Bono? Nooo.

Then he sang and I was like.
OHMYFUCKINGGODISTHATBONO?!?!
No way. No possible way.

But then I was watching the credits and it said
Dr. Robert: Bono

and I reacted with:
OHMYGODIKNEWIT!!
And I knocked on muh parents room.
My daddy opened the door, and I said,
"I just thought you should know that Bono's in this movie"

Oh my god. That's my favourite part, right there. Fucking Bono.

But I was impressed with it over all. I thought I would hate it, but it was pretty good.

Hey Jude and With a Little Help From My Friends were amazing.

But I'm kinda confused.

Was Prudence a lesbian?
What happened to Rita?
What was with the whole Jojo and Sadie thing?
I had no idea what was going on half the time, sad to say. It's kinda hard to keep up with.

But omg, Sadie's drum font being like Rubber Soul was brilliant!

I'm glad they didn't kill the songs [well, most of them]

And.. umm....
[someofthesongsIlikedbetterthantheorigional DD:]

But I think I have a whole newfound greater respect for The Beatles.

Her name was Migul, and she called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy

2008-03-21T01:58:12Z

I fear that my generation is the end of The Beatles.

Two of my friends didn't know who John Lennon was.

D:

And one of my friends scoffed at me when I said he was more than just a Beatle.

What? Give peace a chance? Oh no, no. He's nothing more than some dead guy that used to be in some old band.

Ikindahatelife.

There are so many things running through my mind right now. I don't even know.

I wishwantneedlove, ect.

:]
:[
:|
o{ D

Imagine all the people living for today

2008-03-13T23:06:04Z

So I just [as in, a few seconds ago] finished watching Notorious on the Biography channel. It was of John Lennon's death.

I sobbed.

I would have done anything to meet him, but I was born after he died.

My new goal in life is to go see the 'Strawberry Fields Forever' memorial.

:\

I hate people.

2008-03-09T22:23:57Z

So I was watching Ringo's amazing new vid for Liverpool 8 [http://youtube.com/watch?v=W5y956PV8no {Go, watch, cry}]

And like every fucking comment was something along the lines of:
thid song iz shit!!111!1 ringo haz NO talent blah blah blah I'm a retard.

MHFKLDHFUKGHBTKMJHVRTKL,PYW. I am so angry.

Let's share!

"my god...it makes me sick such rubbish music exists in this world. there is enough good new music out there, leave ringo where he belongs..in the past. honestly, this is embaressing"

"Ringo is a fool, if it wasnt for Dave stewart and the city of culture Bingo wouldnt have bothered, i wish he didnt,
how many records have you got by Bingo and the other old fool? none,
ringo wasnt even the best drummer in the beatles,
funny how no one in liverpool will buy this crap or have a good thing to say about him.
instead of making money out of his connection with the city and pop group he should shut up and continue to fade away.
read the Liverpool news Echo."

"Agree 100% this is shit made to cash in on idiots who can't move on, nostalgic unintelligent crap,"

...
Why wont people leave Ringo alone?
He's amazingly talented. He's a GREAT drummer, a great singer, ect. ect.
Okay, so he did put out a lot of shit, but hey, that was all when he was going through his heavy alcoholism.
Iloveehim.
so.
I hate everyone.
xD

Oh livejournal, how I love to rant with you.

If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, there'd be peace

2008-03-09T20:29:14Z

So I was looking up some John Lennon quotes, and I came upon this:

"I don't intend to be a performing flea any more. I was the dreamweaver, but although I'll be around I don't intend to be running at 20,000 miles an hour trying to prove myself. I don't want to die at 40."

I won't lie to you.
I cried.
I'm still crying.

And this one, too:

"Guilt for being rich, and guilt thinking that perhaps love and peace isn't enough and you have to go and get shot or something. "

Oh.

John Lennon.

You died before I was even born, and it saddens me.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better.

2008-03-02T23:14:42Z

If you could go back in time and put John and Paul in the right room on the right night with a few bottles of wine, thereby saving John's life, increasing the output of the greatest rock duo ever, and injecting a giant dose of tolerance into the world . . . would you?

I would.

Maybe.

I don't know.

What would the world be like if Brian Epstein never died and if Yoko and John never met? Would The Beatles still be together? I don't think so, but I think they would have at least made it to 75. I think the Disco era would maybe kill them.

But if The Beatles never broke up, or lasted longer than they did, would John have never had his huge solo activism career and pretty much create hippies? Would Mark David Chapmen still have set out to kill him, would he succeed? Or would he have not been known altogether?

My mind is hurting, and a wave of panic is about to wash over me with the thought of no hippies ever and The Beatles just slowly fading away.

Maybe things do happen for a reason.

I do wish John Lennon never died.

hooomyyyygooddd

2008-02-06T02:40:19Z

There is something I would like to share with you.

...
Ohsweetbabyjesus.
Mhhmmmhhhhhmmmm. Oh dear, I need to calm down.
But. um.
Hottest thing ever?
No.
It's more than that.

What is Real?

2008-01-26T22:09:59Z

Title: What is Real?
Fandom: Legend of Zelda
Pairing: SheikxLink, though light.
Rating: G
Summary: The first time I had seen him was in the Temple of Time.
Beta: None. arora_kayd has yet to email me back.
Warnings: Lots of quotes from the game. AKA Sheik speeches
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, ohhh... if it were.
Author's Note: First peice of Zelda fanfiction I have written. Longest of all my fanfiction as well, but I hardly wrote any of it. I don't know if it's any good, but I wanted to write it so...here it is! Have fun
The first time I had seen him was in the Temple of Time. I was surprised, to say the least, seeing him there. He was dressed like no other I had ever seen; wearing a form fitting blue suit with the crying red eye of the Sheikah, his face covered by white cloth, not unlike the top of his head, forearms, and upper torso. Though his face was hidden, I could see almost every detail of the rest of him: his highly defined muscles, his bright ruby eyes, yellow blonde hair, golden tanned skin. I looked down on him, though he seemed tall. I suppose it was just that I had not been used to my aged body to realize he was on the short side, and it would not be until later that I noticed he was slimmer than I as well. I assumed he was younger.

His voice was muffled, though I could tell it was firm and a higher tone than most men. If it weren’t for the obvious physical strength and agility, he’d seem quite feminine.

Not fazed by my bewilderment, he spoke:

"I've been waiting for you, Hero of Time,” I wondered for a moment if he knew my name. “When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call those destined to be Sages, who dwell in the five temples. One in a deep forest; one on a high mountain; one under a vast lake; one within the house of the dead; one inside a goddess of the sand.

“Together with the Hero of Time, the awakened ones will bind the evil and return the light of peace to the world.” I had then begun to assume this was nothing more than a rehearsed speech. “This is the legend of the temples passed down by my people, the Sheikah. I am Sheik, survivor of the Sheikahs.

“As I see you standing there, holding the mythical Master Sword, you really do look like the legendary Hero of Time,” I remember blushing softly at that. “If you believe the legend, you have no choice. You must look for the five temples and awaken the five Sages.

“One is waiting for the time of awakening in the Forest Temple. The Sage is a girl I am sure you know. Because of the evil power in the temple, she cannot hear the awakening call from the Sacred Realm. Unfortunately, equipped as you currently are, you cannot even enter the temple. But, if you believe what I'm saying, you should head to Kakariko Village. Do you understand, Link?” I nodded, though honestly I didn’t. "To save the forest girl,” who I had come to assume was Saria, “you need another skill... Head to Kakariko Village!"

I did what I was told, Navi asking me why I had trusted him so blindly. I never answered.

---

The second time I had seen him was at the Sacred Forest Meadow where I had seen Saria many a time when I was a child. I was again surprised to see him, but this time a wave of relief washed over me. I didn’t think I’d ever see him after the Temple of Time.

I only heard a thump, and I turned to see him, dressed the same as before.

“The flow of time is always cruel,” Sheik started, walking towards me. “Its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it. A thing that doesn't change with time is a memory of younger days,” His voice trailed off as I glanced at the stump where Saria used to play her ocarina. “In order to come back here again, play the Minuet of Forest." He pulled out a harp, as I fumbled for my ocarina, and began to play. The music was simple, delicate. And he played with such elegance. I followed suit, playing the notes on my ocarina, which sounded quite dull compared to his angelic harp. He strummed the notes again and we soon were playing together, enthralled by the music. I had almost forgotten that I was about to go into a temple, facing death.

When we stopped, Sheik spoke again. "Link, I'll see you again...” He stepped back from me and threw a deku nut to the ground, the light blinded me and he was gone. His departing words echoed through my head, and I knew the words of a promise.

I would make it through this temple, and I would see him again.

---

Our third encounter was that of our first, the temple of time. I had gone there after the awakening of Saria. I had made it through the Forest Temple, and that meant I was to see Sheik again. Not knowing where to go or what to do, I returned to the place where his red eyes first etched their forever presence into my mind.

And sure enough he was there, standing next to the pedestal.

"You destroyed the wicked creatures that haunted the temple and awakened the Sage,” I realized I never said a word during his speeches, but it was okay, I came to enjoy hearing the muffled voice speak their beautifully poetic lines, “but there are still other Sages who need your help. In order to awaken other sages, you must become more powerful. You must travel over mountains, under water, and even through time…

“If you want to return to your original time, return the Master Sword to the Pedestal of Time. By doing this, you will travel back in time seven years.

“The time will come when you will need to return here quickly. I will teach this to you for when that time comes, the song to return you to the Temple of Time: The Prelude of Light." I began to see a pattern, and I pulled out my ocarina as he did his harp.

The melody was light, reassuring and hopeful in a time so desolate. His fingers plucked the strings delicately as the whistle of my ocarina paled in comparison. And as we played, both of us wrapped in music and the rare shining of the sun cascaded brightly onto us through the sparkling window, we formed a bond. I knew nothing of him, and he hadn’t even heard me speak, but as long as we kept playing we were together.

The playing ended, as it would have to, and Sheik spoke again. This time I felt and urgency in his voice. "As long as you hold the Ocarina of Time and the Master Sword, you hold time itself in your hands. Link, we shall meet again!" He took a step back and disappeared with the flash of a deku nut.

---

It was sometime between our third and fourth meeting when I lied beneath the bright stars over Hyrule field, the grass soft below me and my hands behind my head. Navi darted around me and the smoldering ashes were just a ghost of a fire that had once kept me warm.

“Link, you need rest. Go to sleep.”

I let a soft sigh past my lips. “I can’t Navi…”

“Thinking about Sheik?” I blushed and turned my head away from her. I swore she could read my mind.

“Yeah,” I paused then looked back at the faerie. “You know, he’s never even heard me talk before. And he always keeps quite a distance between us when we meet…I wonder why he always has to go.”

“I don’t know Link. I think he’s pretty fishy, but at least he’s helping us.” I nodded. “Go to sleep Link, maybe your dreams will tell you the answers you want to hear.”

I yawned and closed my eyes. “I just wish I knew more about him…”

---

It was sweltering hot; my Goron tunic was sticking to my skin do to all the sweat pouring off my body. But still I moved with speed.

“Take it easy Link, you’re going to have to pace yourself in this temple,” Navi warned. I ignored her, knowing the faster I move, the quicker I’d see Sheik.

Sure enough, he dropped down on a bridge before me, but at the opposite end.

Never too close, I learned.

He began to walk towards me. "It is something that grows over time,” his eyes bore into mine as he paused, “a true friendship. A feeling in the heart that becomes even stronger over time.” My face became increasingly hotter, and I knew it had nothing to do with the lava surrounding us. “The passion of friendship will soon blossom into a righteous power, and through it you will know which way to go,” His ruby eyes looked at me with such intensity, never getting lost with all the red around us, always brighter and stronger than the fire. “This song is dedicated to the power of the heart... Listen to the Bolero of Fire..." I smiled to myself, pulling out my ocarina as he did his harp. He was the closest to me he had ever been, just a few feet away, and I noticed the rising of the corners of his eyes.

A smile.

The tone was upbeat, strong and light, fun and courageous. We played together, music filling the active volcano. This was ours. It was where we became one, where nothing else mattered besides the music.

It was times I had grown to yearn, and when the music ended I reluctantly put my ocarina away.

"Link... I'll see you again." I frowned knowing he would leave, and I went forward.

“Sheik, wai-” A wall of fire separated us. Never too close.

Through the wall of fire I saw him take a few steps back and disappear in a deku nut flash.

The fire was gone, and I looked around. Hoping he didn’t actually leave. With a sigh I began to walk.

“I hope your love for him doesn’t make you too distracted, it could kill us.”

“What?!” I then slipped off the side of the bridge, but I caught myself.

Navi just scoffed at me.

---

I was shaking, so cold I felt on fire. My entire body felt numb, and I wasn’t sure if I could make it out alive. The weight of my new iron boots began to feel like they were tearing my arm from my shoulder.

It was then that I saw him.

"We meet again, Link.” Oh how I had longed to hear his voice. I walked towards him. “If you came here to meet the Zoras, you wasted your time.” He spoke freely, not in a rehearsed speech or rhyme. This is all there is. With one exception, the Zoras are now sealed under this thick ice sheet. I managed to rescue the water princess from under the ice, but... she left to head for the Water Temple. This ice is created by an evil curse. The monster in the Water Temple is the source of the curse. Unless you shut off the source, this ice will never melt. If you have courage enough to confront the danger and save the Zoras, I will teach you the melody that leads to the temple.” He then began his speech.

"Time passes, people move. Like a river's flow, it never ends... A childish mind will turn to noble ambition.” He paused and I saw a change in his eyes. They seemed almost dull, fighting a struggle. When he spoke again his voice was softer. “Young love will become deep affection.” Heat rushed into my body and I cursed the dark blush that covered my face. He seemed almost startled by my reaction, and I feared that he somehow knew my deepest thoughts. I no longer felt numb. “The clear water's surface reflects growth. Now listen to the Serenade of Water to reflect upon yourself."

We played together once more. The rhythm flowed endlessly, growing. His eyes were usually closed when he played, but they were open this time. I forgot completely that I was surrounded by ice and snow. I shivered, but not from the cold.

The music rang off the walls of the ice cavern, echoing all around us. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could compare to this.

When it stopped, the warmth left me.

"Link, I'll see you again." As soon as Sheik took a step backwards, I ran towards him.

“Sheik, wait!” He had wasted no time in throwing his deku nut to the ground, and when I could see again he was gone.

“I don’t get what you see in him.” I shot a glare at Navi.

“Shut up.”

---

Blue light surrounded as it teleported me to the triforce symbol on the island at Lake Hylia. I was quite surprised to see Sheik standing just feet away, facing the lake. I ran over to him and he turned around.

I said the only thing I could think of, and when I opened my mouth it was almost hard to breathe. I had gotten so used to water.

“She, ah, Ruto says, um,”

"Did Ruto want to thank me?” he answered for me, a blush forming on my cheeks. “I see… We have to return peace to Hyrule for her sake, too. Don't we?” I scoffed lightly, Navi flying between us. "Look at that, Link,” I took my gaze off of the man before me and looked towards the rapidly rising waters of the Lake. “Together, you and Princess Ruto destroyed the evil monster,” I rolled my eyes. “Once again, the lake is filled with pure water. All is as it was here." The lake was now full, and everything seemed perfect. I walked to the edge of the island, just a few steps in front of Sheik and looked at the Lake in awe. I heard the crushing of grass beneath feet and quickly turned to see Sheik had vanished. I ran over near the triforce pad, looking around.

“Sheik?” He couldn’t have gotten far. I heard a splash to the far side of me, and when I looked there was nothing but ripples in the water.

I sighed deeply, and dropped into the grass. Though I smiled softly, knowing there was no speech, nothing rehearsed. Just us.

I wondered why he came to see me, if there was no reason.

--- I ran into Kakariko village, only to see it engulfed in flames. I was frozen in disbelief as I looked around. I then spotted Sheik standing by the well.

Our seventh encounter.

I ran towards him as fast as my legs allowed me, and I stopped beside him.

“Sheik,” I began, “who did this?”

He never turned his back from the well.

"Get back, Link!" My eyes went wide. I had never heard such a tone in his voice. Fear was it? Anger? I stayed beside him.

The wood over the well flew off, as if it were just paper in the wind. I turned to look at it, shocked. It began to rain. I turned back around to see Sheik with his arms up, defending.

He was picked up into the air, like nothing, and tossed around. I heard him yell as he flew passed me.

“Sheik!” My heart pounded against my chest. He came to a landing, head first, at the foot of the stairs. “Sheik!” I yelled again, running towards him. I bent down on one knee. “Sheik, are you okay?” My body shook as Navi flew around me, panicking.

“Is he dead?! Oh no! Oh no!” I forced my hand underneath his cowl to feel the side of his neck.

“No, there’s a pulse.”

I drew my sword at a brownish shadow, no doubt the one who hurt Sheik. I held my shield in front of me. For some reason I felt it would do no good.

I screamed before I blacked out.

-

When I came to it was still raining. The fire now out, just smoldering heat. And Sheik was leaning over me with a look in his eyes I had never seen before. I sat up, shook my head, and looked at the worried Sheikah beside me.

"Looks like you're coming around..." His voice was soft, and I did nothing but nod. "Link,” he began while standing up. I followed suit, still feeling dizzy, “a terrible thing has happened. The evil shadow spirit has been released!” I was silent as the desperate tone of his muffled words tore my heart in two. “Impa, the leader of Kakariko Village, had sealed the evil shadow spirit in the bottom of the well, but the force of the evil spirit got so strong, the seal of the well broke, and it escaped into the world. I believe Impa has gone to the Shadow Temple to seal it again, but,” he paused, seeming troubled, “she will be in danger without any help!

"Link,” Sheik spoke sternly, “Impa is one of the six Sages. Destroy the evil shadow spirit and save Impa!” It had always been to save Hyrule till then. Sheik cared about her very much, maybe even loved her. I wondered why. Family? Friends? Lovers? My heart sank. “There is an entrance to the Shadow Temple beneath the graveyard behind this village. The only thing I can do for you is teach you the melody that will lead you to the Shadow Temple.” He took a breath. Speech time.

"This is the melody that will draw you into the infinite darkness that absorbs even time... Listen to this, the Nocturne of Shadow." He pulled out his harp, as I my ocarina. It was rather haunting, in a round about way. Like hope being dangled in front of you, and then taken away. Like a child laughing wickedly. For some reason, our playing together seemed much less personal than usual.

"Let me take care of the village. I'm counting on you, Link!" Sheik backed away, like always, but I made no sign of protest. He disappeared, and his parting words still lingered in my head.

He didn’t even tell me that he’d see me again.

“Link,” Navi started, “are you okay?” I nodded.

“Yeah Navi, I’m fine.”

“Sheik seemed really worried about Impa. How do you think he knows her? Wasn’t she Zelda’s guard? And she’s a Sheikah, right? I thought Sheik said he was the last of them.”

“I don’t know Navi.” I didn’t bother wiping the falling tears.

It was raining anyways.

---

The wind howled and sand skirted across ground. The Desert Colossus, home of the Spirit Temple.

There was only one problem.

Sheik wasn’t there.

I looked around, expecting him to jump out of no where, land in front of me then teach me song.

“Where’s Sheik?” I asked Navi, my voice an octave higher than normal.

“I don’t know; he’s probably inside.” I nodded, and walked into the temple.

It was empty, no Sheik to bee seen. Two pots flew at me, easily evaded as I looked around for a door. Something. I walked up the steps slowly, hoping to see those piercing red eyes and hear the familiar muffled voice. I soon found there was no door, and a large block would not move even an inch. “How do you think you get in?” Navi asked me, fluttering around aimlessly. I sighed, sitting down on the steps.

“I don’t know. Probably by some song Sheik was supposed to teach us.” Link remembered how the last encounter between himself and Sheik he had failed to assure the hero that he would see him again. Panic struck Link. Was he supposed to continue alone?

“You know,” Navi started, her voice sounding annoyed, “you rely on that Sheikah boy way too much.” I jerked my head up, full attention towards the faerie. “I mean,” she paused, now obviously nervous, “the mere thought of you continuing into a temple without seeing him first is throwing you into an unmotivated slump.” My eyes had narrowed. “I swear it’s like you forget that you’re fighting for all of Hyrule, not just a mysterious acquaintance.”

“You don’t understand,” I spat, standing up. I had never thought of it in such a way, but I was fighting for him. I needed something solid to fight for, not just an allusion of happy smiling people and a warm loving land. Sheik was real, I knew. Sheik gave me inspiration, hope. I would have never gotten as far as I had without knowing that Sheik was out there, somewhere, waiting and believing.

After our last encounter, Sheik was, all of a sudden, now only human. I realized that he, too, was affected by the Dark Lord’s reign. Before, he seemed untouchable, almost god-like in my eyes. Not only was he helping me in my quest, he relied on me. The look of desperation and panic in his eyes was an image I would never forget. I had to make sure Sheik would be okay one day. “He’s my friend.”

“Friend?” She questioned, “Have you even exchanged a full sentence with him? You shouldn’t throw the term around so loosely; you two are more like,” she paused, thinking, “co-workers.”

I glared, turning my back to the only person, well faerie, who had been with me through thick and thin… who was a true friend. I walked over to the serpent statutes, running my fingers over the engraved words. I don’t remember what was written, my mind on what Navi said. She was right, I knew. Maybe I was nothing more than a job to him. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t here now. He could have just been running late or had forgotten.

Maybe he gave up. Gave up in Hyrule, in himself, in hope…

In me.

“Link,” Navi muttered, flying over to me, “Let’s check on the outside of the temple. Maybe this is a fake entrance.” I nodded, agreeing to walk out into the dry heat and whipping winds.

It was then that Sheik and I had our eighth encounter.

My eyes were wide and a soft, “Sheik,” passed my lips as the Sheikah started walking over to me. He immediately started speaking, his voice indifferent.

"Past, present, future. The Master Sword is a ship with which you can sail upstream and downstream through time's river... The port for that ship is the Temple of Time.

"To restore the Desert Colossus and enter the Spirit Temple, you must travel back through time's flow. Listen to this Requiem of Spirit,” I grabbed my ocarina. “This melody will lead a child back to the desert." We played for what seemed like only a moment, the song lingering. Hopeless. Like moments before being hanged.

When we stopped playing, Sheik didn’t move. Our eyes were locked on the other’s. I never know what to say, but I always made a point to talk when I had the chance.

“Sheik,” I started, my eyes on Navi as she flew up and down behind him. When I absentmindedly took a step forward, the Sheikah stepped back. The wind picked up, sending a cloud of sand to block my vision.

When I could see again he was gone.

“Who are you?”

---

I was tired, worn, stronger than I had ever been. Rauru had told me to go back to the Temple of Time, so I did. I soon heard a familiar muffled voice behind me, and I turned around.

“I have been waiting for you, Link.” He stood there, just as ever. "Link, the Hero of Time... You have overcome many hardships and awakened six Sages, and now you have a final challenge, a showdown with Ganondorf, the King of Evil.” Though his words were that of hope and praise, his eyes showed a different emotion. Sadness, regret?

"Before that, I have things I want to tell only to you. Please listen,” I did. My eyes searching for answers in the rubies of his face. “Another unknown legend of the Triforce passed down by the shadow folk, the Sheikahs.

"If you would seek the sacred triangle, listen well...

"The resting place of the sacred triangle, the Sacred Realm, is a mirror that reflects what is in the heart, the heart of one who enters it. If an evil heart, the Realm will become full of evil; if pure, the Realm will become a paradise.

"The Triforce, the sacred triangles, it is a paradise that weighs the three forces: Power, Wisdom, and Courage. If the heart of the one who holds the sacred triangles has all three forces in balance, that one will gain the True Force to govern all. But, if that one's heart is not in balance, the Triforce will separate into three parts: Power, Wisdom, and Courage. Only one part will remain for the one who touched the Triforce... the part representing the force that one most believes in. If that one seeks the True Force, that one must acquire the two lost parts. Those two parts will be held within others chosen by destiny, who will bear the Triforce mark on the backs of their hands." I began walking towards him. His eyes and monotone voice making me question the situation. Never the less, he continued. A speech.

"Seven years ago, Ganondorf, the King of Evil, used the door you opened in the Temple of Time and entered the Sacred Realm. But when he laid his hands on the Triforce, the legend became true. The Triforce separated into three parts. Only the Triforce of Power remained in Ganondorf's hand. The strength of the Triforce of Power enabled him to become a mighty evil king, but his dark ambitions were not satisfied.

"To gain complete mastery of the world, Ganondorf started looking for those chosen by destiny to hold the other Triforce parts. The one who holds the Triforce of Courage is you, Link. And the other, who holds the Triforce of Wisdom,” He paused, speaking slowly “is the seventh Sage, who is destined to be the leader of them all." He slowly, almost reluctantly brought his hands in front of him. The numb reactions almost scared me as the Triforce symbol appeared on his left hand. After a flash of blinding light, the Princess Zelda stood where Sheik was only seconds ago.

"It is I, the Princess of Hyrule, Zelda.” My eyes were wide, my body suddenly numb.

Sheik was never real.

“I apologize for meeting you in disguise,” I couldn’t process her words, “but it was necessary to hide from the King of Evil.”

I would never see Sheik again.

“Please forgive me…”

Forgive?

I fought for him.

I loved something that never even existed. Zelda started speaking again, but I hadn’t heard a word of it. It was impossible. His eyes! They were real! I swear of it.

He was the only thing ever real to me.

I tried to listen, but I couldn’t. The look on Sheik’s face just moments ago. Did it explain? Or was I just looking for something to prove his existence?

He was Zelda.

Should I be angry? No, she was protecting herself.

Why didn’t she just tell me, give me a sign. Oh goddess, she was a brilliant actress.

"All this is an unfortunate coincidence. I passed myself off as a Sheikah and hoped that you would return.”

It made sense, it did. But for some reason it broke me.

This was not how I pictured seeing Sheik with his mask off in all my dreams since our first encounter.

It was then I noticed Zelda’s current display of despair was nothing like Sheik’s. And somehow I knew that I would never accept them as one.

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So. I abuse commas terribly. How bad was it? Honestly. So somebody really hates me today. This has got to be the sixth time I've had to mess with this. First, some lines were randomly missin, then they were underlined and purple, then the font was diffrent, then everything was one giant paragraph. I hate livejournal.

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2008-01-22T23:12:53Z

Rest in peace Heath Ledger.
I don't know if I can ever watch Brokeback Mountain again D: