Really? A week since I last posted? It doesn't seem that long, but then things have been rather idyllic at Haven (keeping that name for our place, thank you Lucas). Our resources are at an all time low again, but not so low that I couldn't bake a cake for Shady's safe return. Good thing I'm in the habit of stocking up on essentials like flour and sugar and dried milk... things that if they're put away right can last for months. It will be months before our small bills consume our remaining funds. Hopefully someone calls me back for an interview soon.
I've been experimenting with manipulating auras. All those years I was going by feel, a blind woman groping at textures and smoke, the symbols and other spell paraphernalia like braille... Now I can see what I'm doing when I create a charm. It's like tying various strings together to make a knot or a net. I'm being cautious because I can afford to be and because I'm afraid I'll really screw something up if I'm not, but preliminary experiments have been interesting to say the least.
I've also realized why I have an electrical problem. heh Those who have seen Spiderman 2 will probably understand when I say, my aura is like Doc Oc's tentacles when he's not controlling them. It just crawls all over EVERYTHING. That's right... I have a perverted aura that likes to touch things and people and outlets and light sockets. Gods, it's just out of control. When I'm paying attention, it doesn't misbehave, but when I zone out in the midst of say, peeling potatoes or gardening, it just wanders all over the place like some kind of over-curious puppy, nomming on anything it can reach.
Now I know why my empathy was so out of control when I was younger before I learned to shield, and why I blow out lights and circuit breakers when I'm peeved or tired.
So, there's that.... I still have no idea how my aura got this way, but I feel doubly guilty about how it molests everyone and everything around me- like an octopus turning something over and over in its tentacles before deciding it's not food.
So I came in from the garden yesterday, having spent the morning weeding, harvesting, and experimenting with auras to find Lullaby, Trina, and Lucas in the living room... playing with makeup. Lullaby had glammed up Lucas and was working on Trina. Oh boy, I back pedaled fast, but not fast enough. Lucas jumped up and wanted to know if he was "pretty." Truth be told, he looked adorable, but makeup and me don't mix. I've never had a desire to wear the stuff. It seems like too much effort and expense.
I told him, yes, and attempted to escape, only to be dragged into the room for my own "treatment." Shady was nowhere to be seen, smart girl that she is. Don't get me wrong, I didn't look bad when Lullaby was done, but it's not something I'd subject myself to every day. I felt silly and clownish with makeup on. I don't like to waste time on my looks. I don't suppose I have a very healthy self-image, but then again there's no sense dressing up a package that has no interest in being delivered, if you catch my meaning. Being asexual means you never have to worry about being "pretty."
Still, I rather like the way Lullaby put up my hair with a pair of old chopsticks. Keeps it off my neck without pulling my hair tight or giving me a headache. In a pinch, they'd probably make some pretty nice weapons, for as long as they lasted. Probably break as soon as I stabbed someone with them, but that wouldn't make them hurt any less.