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The Damaged Ones This isn't a baby I'm carrying. It's a bad luck charm. I swear it's the reason that is happening. We're not going to get there in time. I'm going to have this baby on this ship. They're going to expect me to look after it. I'll have to be the mother. I'm not a mother. I'm barely more than a baby myself. What am I going to do? Have this baby here on this ship? Be a MOTHER?!? Gods help me. God help me. Current mood: Mummy and Daddy, they, gone. I'm orphan. Like the girl wit red hair in that thing. I want to cry. But gots to be strong for Deja. Maybe Castor would cova her ears so I can cry. That would be good. Current mood: Lets get this clear. I DO NOT LIKE CASTOR! He's childish, flouncy, so gay it makes me feel sick. I don't want him. I don't watch him when he's working, I don't think about him late at night in my room. I'm not interested in him in anyway. I'm not interested in anyone. SO SHUT UP ABOUT IT! Gods people suck. Although, I will give him one thing, he does have nice eyes Current mood: I'm alive. I'm hurt but I'm alive and I'm so grateful. But, maybe I shouldn't be alive. I mean, If Julian is dead...... I'm free. I can marry who I want. I can do what I want. I can have who I want. I think I've a plan. I'll be someone new. A prince no more. I like this idea. Current mood: I love the Taariq. The crew. Everyone. They're good people. Mostly. They've let me be the man I am, rather than the man I was trained to be. Rather than what I was. I'm not a servant, unless I wish to be. I'm not a slave, unless it's a kinky game with someone I may meet in the future. I'm who I want to be. I love it. So I'm a bit incline to fuss over Farah, is that such a bad thing? She's the boss. I've dedicated myself to her, so that she may never need for something I can supply. I sometimes feel I'm mothering her. Is that so bad? It makes me happy. This place makes me happy. And if something wants to spoil that..... I'll deal with it. Current mood: I finally learnt how to make it! Yay go me! |
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