Imagineer (Imagineer #1)

by Honor Raconteur

“No, no, you need to be drunk,” Ciarán disagreed, already reaching for the bottle to pour another glass. “We Irish, we have a toast. When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we sleep, we do not sin. When we do not sin, we go to heaven. So, let’s get drunk and go to heaven!”

Has a certain logic to it. :p

As if reminded, Klaus lifted his head to glare blearily at Ciarán. “You ate a vase.” “Honestly, at this point, me eating a small vase is the least of my problems. Why is there paint in my pockets? I know why I had coffee beans in there, but why paint?”

All important questions.

It didn’t leave him room for anything else.” Not even me? I didn’t dare ask it, although I had a feeling the words said themselves. I couldn’t reconcile this image she painted of my father with the man I knew. But I barely knew the man, really. I saw him so rarely, even while growing up. Honestly, my parents saw each other so infrequently I was amazed they’d stayed married to each other. Or maybe they’d stayed married because they didn’t see each other often? I could never quite figure that one out.

I listened to her but it grated, that Nana had more outings and memories with my mother than I did. I tried to shake off the feeling; it wasn’t a happy one.

Arg those people...

“In order to follow their example, they’d have to be around to set one. And besides, I’m surrounded by incredible, magical things on a regular basis now. I can’t imagine getting immune to it.”

I could use about eighteen hours of sleep. You know what, I could totally go for a light coma right now. Unfortunately, I couldn’t collapse just yet.

I might have accidentally converted most of the clan to Mongolian metal music. Ooops. Sorry, not sorry.

Hu - Wolf Totem

“Really?” Falling into step with me, he asked in exasperation, “You save our clan from a massacre, and that’s what you want for a reward? Pizza?” “With pineapple on top.”

Girl, me too

A lot of it will quite likely be repetitive, but the more information we have, the better.”

Repetition is confirmation!

It was easier to confide it to her, and I carefully didn’t look at Ciarán as I answered. “I’ve never been enough. No one chooses me for real.” Ciarán hissed out a denial. “Not true!” “Kiddo,” Nana said, expression pinched, “it’s not true. I know your parents make you think so, but it really isn’t.”

Poor child. I know her life could bed immeasurably worse .... but still the emotional toll....

It’d only reinforced that nothing I did was of interest to them. And while it was part of it, their response on top of Tabitha’s was too much. Years of loneliness, of feeling unwanted, of knowing the person I was would never be enough, ripped through me all at once.

Klaus stomped up in front of me and hugged my head to his chest, growling as he did so, “Tell me who said such stuff and nonsense to her. I’ll decapitate them. No one speaks to my child that way.”

Awww Seriously , I want a Klaus. Voks, cleans and is willing to decapitate for you?

Belonging. In my life, I’d never felt that anywhere until these two came to me. It was a heady feeling, but grounding at the same time, as if my heart had finally found its roots. I felt them.

My two Dads ... supernatural division.

Ahhh. Someone had put yet another ward around the tent to keep out dirt and bugs. They were not messing around with pest control here.

Ahah that was why no mosquito nettiing was needed

“It’s thin everywhere. Who ever heard of a thick veil? There’s a reason why they don’t call it ‘the down comforter between worlds.’”

>:->

See? Totally worked. Now, how to get the rest of them to try on the glasses? You could lead a horse to Evanescence but you couldn’t always bring them to life. To use my favorite malaphor.

:D

I let him go, lingering in my satisfaction. The man who says it can’t be done really shouldn’t interrupt the woman doing it. (Another of Nana’s phrases.)

Okay, no. Stop reliving that moment. Sleeeep. Sleep, my brain. Sleep is good.

“As you grow older, you’ll discover that the world is full of people who tell you ‘you can’t.’ Imagineers fight a constant battle to not listen to those voices, but I think we all succumb to it at some point.

I stretched my mouth in a parody of a grin and shrugged. My mouth regularly betrayed me. It was a thing. I didn’t even question it anymore.

“I always told myself my parents loved me. Maybe they do, in their very selfish ways. But they should never have left me alone.” “No,” Zoya agreed gently. A tremor of anger threaded through her words, hard and crisp. “How long have you lived by yourself?” “Since I was fourteen.”

I hope Zoya throttles them.

I hoped, I prayed, that for once in my life he didn’t choose ignorance. For once, I wanted him to choose to see me with eyes wide open.

His logic was, as ever, self-serving but I felt resigned to that at this point. I hoped because of this, I’d at least be able to have an honest connection with him later.

Still....poor kid

I tried swatting at the hand, grumbling and snuggling harder into my pillow. “Nyet, now,” Zoya demanded, shaking harder. Error 10534: Message not comprehended. Recipient too jet-lagged to think. Brain buffering.

Lol I can practically hear the phone modem screech...connecting....

I hated it when older people said ‘you’re too young to be tired.’ Alright, well, you’re too old to be alive but here we are.