Ivarius Faldine
07 March 2010 @ 03:32 pm
I've been trying to watch Remus play the Sims 2. It looks like a fun game; my Sim decided to kiss August's Sim without August or Remus telling him to. He then spent most of the night cuddling out on the lawn with August's Sim watching the stars. August took him along for one of the Asian-themed vacations and he got struck by lightning while using one of the hot springs. I couldn't see the result, but I could imagine it well enough. Remus told me my Sim was blackened and looked as though he'd taken a roll in a soot heap. Help me include a picture Remus?

A screencap. )

Sadly I think my shoulder-leaning and attempts to see the game by partially fronting have given Remus his headache. :(
 
 
Music: El Diablo by Arcadia
Mood: curious
 
 
Ivarius Faldine
24 May 2008 @ 04:47 pm
August Dalamar and Bara created a corn field today. I went along at August's request with one stipulation; I had to wear a pair of large sunglasses to protect my eyes. I have the unfortunate luck of getting sunburns on my eyes because I cannot see the sun; I can only feel the warmth of it against my cheeks.

In but a single day, I've heard two magi and one sorcerer create a field, a system of irrigation, and finish a full planting. Dalamar doesn't give himself enough credit for his ability to paint pictures with words. He stood by my side on two occasions and carefully described what was happening, what was (hopefully) going to happen, and the anticipated results. A few brief hangups occurred, but the overall venture was a success. August told me he'd leave the field in the hands of myself and Dalamar, with the implication that the younger sorts would be expected to lend us a hand if and when we should need it.

Spending a day outside and away from the tower felt very nice. I hadn't realised how long I'd been cooped up inside the place! The last time I left was to go out and help Evan. For those of you who are new or may not remember, that was the day people wanted to touch Dalamar's ears because of how realistic they appeared. :) Ah, non-magical society. Quirky quirky. I do miss you so, at times. Curiosity lives and breathes in the world yet!
 
 
Ivarius Faldine
18 January 2007 @ 12:36 pm
Going out yesterday morning made me aware of my sensitivity to blinking lights. I think it was the combination of the car, the speed, and the trees. The whole affair managed to expose me to bright sunlight flickering away at my face. I found myself shifting around, trying to get away from the feeling. Lexi wasn't bothered, just me. She turned the visor to the side to spare me a headache. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember involves August being furious and wanting myself, Dalamar, and Crysania out of his tower. Such an event isn't so very out-of-the-ordinary for him, he's even more reclusive than I am. Someone must have poked his shoulder; he hates it when people poke him. ;) And I should amend that. I'm not reclusive by choice. My shyness rather defeats my ability to strike up active conversation with people. August tells me I have other ways of saying what needs to be said. Hopefully he'll enlighten me on that one.

GreatestJournal has not turned up another likely roleplay that I might enjoy. My mind stuck to the idea among_us offered. I liked the idea of living amongst ordinary people and writing about day to day events in a slice of life sort of way. I think I'd like to work with a seeing eye dog and to once again play with an orchestra. Lexi's tapping away at my head because someone mentioned a possibility of that.

I've uploaded a song to Remus's Vox. It's lovely, but I keep finding myself drawn back to the Vanessa Mae videos on youtube. Here's a few of them. Read more... )
 
 
Mood: thoughtful
 
 
Ivarius Faldine
09 January 2007 @ 12:29 pm
Dancing has taken over my life. I feel like I'm taking soft steps through the morning without ever brushing to a barre. The scent of coffee wafts out from the kitchen and caffeine gives me my frappé work for the day. Sunlight runs in through the windows, shafts of brightness in the opaque. I can't see, and I never needed sight to feel.

August has no routine he follows. I do my best to avoid him in the morning, lest I inadvertently upset him with my presence. He is not the most agreeable person prior to having coffee. That too changes. I never can truly predict him, same as I fail to foresee what the day will bring. Obstacles find me, or others, and I step silently for fear of upsetting them with unnecessary sound. Too often I think my presence is not a welcome thing here.

My presence is a complication. I walk on ropes not for fear of falling, no. What I fear is more than that. I fear that I'll tip a balance and ruin something beautiful. I feel that if I do not step carefully, do not watch what I say with utmost care, I'll break something that has no right to be broken.

Not by me.

Not now.
 
 
Mood: anxious
 
 
Ivarius Faldine
23 December 2006 @ 12:19 pm
Last night was chaotic. I won't say I didn't like it, that would be a lie. The marked difference was how comfortable it was. Normally I'm the last person willing to be involved in a party atmosphere.

I am shy.
I don't know how to dance.

Neither affliction mattered last night. August was in a good mood (admittedly, an intoxicated good mood), and people were happy. I was happy too.

Hello, pointless post. I feel ridiculous for having this typed. I was happy, I still am happy, and last night no one was sad. August had an interval of loneliness that he got rid of. He surprised me in the process of getting there, which I don't mind now. Surprises are not always bad things.

The surprise didn't involve me.

What should I do with the rest of my day? It's raining outside. I'm tired; I might curl up with a blanket on one of the window seats and sleep with the rain tapping away at the pane behind me. It's light enough that the rain casts shadows on the light the window brings down to the floor. I remember what that looks like. Remus doesn't think it's as beautiful as I do, and he can see it. My imagination might be running away with me here. Or Remus doesn't like rain. I'd choose the latter, he never liked rain.

I like rain. The rain helps life to grow, and makes the sunlight all the more beautiful when it returns.
 
 
Mood: content
 
 
Ivarius Faldine
13 December 2006 @ 12:09 pm
I may add [profile] rhymer_713 out of curiosity. I'm interested to know what it's like to live with blindness in this world. I was not blind in the time before I was here, not until the very end. Lexi is not blind herself, which means I'm able to see when I'm close to the front. That's how I read, unless Remus is reading to us. I do prefer when Remus reads.

The only time I am truly blind is when I am away from the front. It is not always a deep impenetrable gray, I've had it lighten to seeing in grey-scale. The grey-scale never lasts for very long; I'm often plunged back to impenetrable shadow. My other senses are strong to balance my lack of vision. I can hear and smell acutely, and if I am careful I rarely bump people or other objects.

And I have my memories. I dream often of places I lived in, the sun and surrounding landscape. My inability to see does not sadden me all that much. It makes me nervous when I'm in unfamiliar places and require a walking stick and someone to direct me, but rarely at any other time.

When Misha was young his family went to their dacha every summer, and he and his father would take the nets down from the attic and try to catch the migrating butterflies that filled the air. The old house was filled with his grandmother's china that really came from China, and the framed butterflies three generations of Shklovskys had caught as boys. Over time their scales fell away, and if you ran barefoot through the house the china would rattle and your feet would pick up wing dust.
-The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss
 
 
Mood: thoughtful