I Want To...

[Ohverride]

Journal, something is wrong. WITH ME.
As I sat there thinking of my projects, as I sat there thinking...
There was a spark to work.
Maybe I could, perhaps, get Loramelon, the King or Talguth to start some work.
Or even Sunsets to start capping off my work with the forge.
It was just on a whim, travelling with the Arcadians.
Then...
SHE appeared.
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It's odd, in some weird, disgusting manner she made me feel wanted.
Obsession is such a sickly sweet emotion that I want to capture, have someone feel it towards me.
She stabbed me, yet when her hand touched mine, my heart skipped.
It's a stupid, ugly, ridiculous thing.
Romance without love, she claims.
I will try to think nothing of it, but it does annoy me how oddly my heart felt tugged.
I would never destroy at someone's behest.
Not even the King's, I'd only ever hurt to save.
Destroy...
I don't even think myself capable.
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Oh well.
It was just so weird, journal.
Two parts of me, one hopes to see her again, one doesn't.
I think I only want to see her so I know how this will all play out.
I think I'll yield just a little bit.
Journal, let it be known...
Scarlet Haze will be my dance partner in Atrellya.
Until one of us gets tired enough to carry the other home.
May the best dancer endure.
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What the HEL is wrong with me?
Can't draw. Whispers are a little loud right now.
I don't think I need to make every star relic, just some.
It'll be enough.
Shoot, I bled on the paper. She hurt, sorry.