The continuing saga
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cleolindaI'm a bit behind on catching y'all up on the Secret Life of Dolls--much of this happened earlier this week, but I was swamped, which is why you're getting so many entries now, but I need to catch you up to current events. So... sorry about that.
Anyway. Saturday, the day after Eowyn and Faramir's archery lesson, I decided to sit down with her this time.
"You know that was really shitty, right?"
"What?"
"You shot Iorek."
"That was an accident!"
"Oh, bullshit! You set the whole thing up!"
"Look, that part really was an accident. I was trying to just get the arrow close enough that he'd have to bring it over. If I'd been using the bow I was used to, I could have done it."
"Well, maybe the longbow lessons will actually do you some good, then. But apologize to Iorek."
"I did!"
"Good. And seriously, don't act all girly like you can't shoot. Don't pretend to be weak to make him feel strong, because that is also really shitty. Besides, I thought you of all people were better than that."
She looked genuinely stung. "I won't do it again. I just needed something to break the ice."
"Well, God knows he wasn't helping you on that front. Not that I can BLAME HIM, Ice Queen."
"Look, that whole thing was extremely embarrassing--"
"I know, I know. And Gladdy feels terrible about it. It put him in a really awkward position too, you know."
"I couldn't let him think I was like that, though. You know. Desperate. Easy."
I know what she means--not "easy" like "trampy," just... emotionally easy. Too eager, too pitiful. I mean, it's one thing to moan and groan in the safe confines of girl talk; it's another to grovel for crumbs. And I can think back to all the times I've complained about feeling lonely, and... I have to say, I think I'd do the same thing. I mean, not throw a shitfit upon introduction, EOWYN, but... I would be inclined to coolness. Not outright iciness, but--I would be cautious. I wouldn't want to give myself away too soon. I would want to earn him as much as I would want to make him earn me.
"So, just... don't tell him, okay? I mean... you know."
"I won't. I won't say anything. I mean, unless it gets all stupid up in here like one of those movies where it'd be over in five minutes if everyone just sat down and talked to each other. As long as you keep it under control, it's cool."
Of course, after the archery lesson, I'm willing to let her take the reins for a while, because (collateral polar bear damage aside), that whole setup was fairly smoove. This week, though, they've just been hanging out, talking, getting to know each other--no theatrics. "Get her to tour you around some of the bookshelves or something," I told Faramir One, "at least that'll give you something to do." Sitting up on the top shelf by the door, the one with the row of Lemony Snickets, seems to be working well for them--it's far enough from The Shelf that no one's bothering them, ANNA.
"Do you just hate love or something?"
"You're asking me? She's the one who bitched him out."
"Yeah, well, I didn't appreciate your new and more profane take on 'Eowyn and Faramir, sitting in a tree.' "
*snicker*
"I MEAN IT, OKAY? It's either this or more shieldmaiden-in-heat whining, so make up your mind. And you know that if this doesn't work out, she's going to really insist on getting an Edward Dollen. Two, even."
"OVER MY DEAD--"
"I'm just saying. Lesser of two evils, man. Make up your mind. Go play with Elizabeth or something and leave them alone."
"I'll go CLEAN MY PISTOL, that's WHAT I'LL DO."
Yeah... I probably shouldn't tell her I've already decided to buy one. In fact, I already have some grave concerns about future Dollen purchases, because as I walked past the bookshelf to take a load of laundry downstairs, I saw Eowyn explaining something very enthusiastically to Faramir, and I really try not to eavesdrop on them, but as I was heaving the basket through the door, I heard her say something about a stupid lamb. This can't end well, y'all.
(More from the Secret Life of Dolls.)
Anyway. Saturday, the day after Eowyn and Faramir's archery lesson, I decided to sit down with her this time.
"You know that was really shitty, right?"
"What?""You shot Iorek."
"That was an accident!""Oh, bullshit! You set the whole thing up!"
"Look, that part really was an accident. I was trying to just get the arrow close enough that he'd have to bring it over. If I'd been using the bow I was used to, I could have done it.""Well, maybe the longbow lessons will actually do you some good, then. But apologize to Iorek."
"I did!""Good. And seriously, don't act all girly like you can't shoot. Don't pretend to be weak to make him feel strong, because that is also really shitty. Besides, I thought you of all people were better than that."
She looked genuinely stung. "I won't do it again. I just needed something to break the ice.""Well, God knows he wasn't helping you on that front. Not that I can BLAME HIM, Ice Queen."
"Look, that whole thing was extremely embarrassing--""I know, I know. And Gladdy feels terrible about it. It put him in a really awkward position too, you know."
"I couldn't let him think I was like that, though. You know. Desperate. Easy."I know what she means--not "easy" like "trampy," just... emotionally easy. Too eager, too pitiful. I mean, it's one thing to moan and groan in the safe confines of girl talk; it's another to grovel for crumbs. And I can think back to all the times I've complained about feeling lonely, and... I have to say, I think I'd do the same thing. I mean, not throw a shitfit upon introduction, EOWYN, but... I would be inclined to coolness. Not outright iciness, but--I would be cautious. I wouldn't want to give myself away too soon. I would want to earn him as much as I would want to make him earn me.
"So, just... don't tell him, okay? I mean... you know.""I won't. I won't say anything. I mean, unless it gets all stupid up in here like one of those movies where it'd be over in five minutes if everyone just sat down and talked to each other. As long as you keep it under control, it's cool."
Of course, after the archery lesson, I'm willing to let her take the reins for a while, because (collateral polar bear damage aside), that whole setup was fairly smoove. This week, though, they've just been hanging out, talking, getting to know each other--no theatrics. "Get her to tour you around some of the bookshelves or something," I told Faramir One, "at least that'll give you something to do." Sitting up on the top shelf by the door, the one with the row of Lemony Snickets, seems to be working well for them--it's far enough from The Shelf that no one's bothering them, ANNA.
"Do you just hate love or something?"
"You're asking me? She's the one who bitched him out.""Yeah, well, I didn't appreciate your new and more profane take on 'Eowyn and Faramir, sitting in a tree.' "
*snicker*"I MEAN IT, OKAY? It's either this or more shieldmaiden-in-heat whining, so make up your mind. And you know that if this doesn't work out, she's going to really insist on getting an Edward Dollen. Two, even."
"OVER MY DEAD--""I'm just saying. Lesser of two evils, man. Make up your mind. Go play with Elizabeth or something and leave them alone."
"I'll go CLEAN MY PISTOL, that's WHAT I'LL DO."Yeah... I probably shouldn't tell her I've already decided to buy one. In fact, I already have some grave concerns about future Dollen purchases, because as I walked past the bookshelf to take a load of laundry downstairs, I saw Eowyn explaining something very enthusiastically to Faramir, and I really try not to eavesdrop on them, but as I was heaving the basket through the door, I heard her say something about a stupid lamb. This can't end well, y'all.
(More from the Secret Life of Dolls.)
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Date: 2009-02-13 02:43 am (UTC)*Um, to the extent that doll relationships are, y'know, actual.
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Date: 2009-02-13 02:46 am (UTC)Freaking HATE those kinds of movies.
Luckily SLoD is much more awesome. Wonderful update, loved the 'girl talk' :D
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Date: 2009-02-13 02:54 am (UTC)there has to be a reason behind Anna's stress levels here....
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vampire...
got it.
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Date: 2009-02-13 03:11 am (UTC)Seriously, I live for these posts. We need some more SLoD icons.
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Date: 2009-02-13 03:40 am (UTC)I am just saying.
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Date: 2009-02-13 03:44 am (UTC)Like the second season of Rome, you mean?no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 03:44 am (UTC)Oh no. Eowyn, don't go down that road, I'm begging you.
The other day, I saw this entry on fmylife.com (http://http://www.fmylife.com/love/9321/):
Today, my girlfriend dumped me proclaiming she wanted someone more like her "Edward". I asked her who Edward was. She held up a copy her "Twilight" book. She was talking about a fictional vampire. FML
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Date: 2009-02-13 03:49 am (UTC)And the whole archery thing...how "Emma" of them. Particularly the shooting of furry mammals part. Now all Eowyn needs to do is some matchmaking and thing will really get crazy!
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Date: 2009-02-13 04:23 am (UTC)dogspolar bear."no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 03:59 am (UTC)...but poor Iorek. Hee.
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Date: 2009-02-13 04:03 am (UTC)Poor Eowyn. If Edward does ever show up it'll be like Aragorn all over again.
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Date: 2009-02-13 04:07 am (UTC)See! Eowyn be crafty as hell!
See! Punctured Panserbjørne!
See! Anna fuming in inexpressible amounts!
Next time! Will the inhabitants of The Shelf have to bear the terror of the Edward Dollen? Will Eowyn be able to use bow fakery to lure Faramir 1 closer? Will Iorek's grievous wounds be healed? Will Lyra ever get her popcorn? Stay tuned!
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Date: 2009-02-13 04:14 am (UTC)2) Dear God Eowyn, please, please don't try to take your romance with Faramir to Twilight levels. Please. Do it for the children.
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Date: 2009-02-13 04:21 am (UTC)Kind of like every Jane Austen novel?
How I love your dolls. Your room must be in constant chaos. My Boromir, Faramir and Sam dolls just hang around in a drawer, with the Brothers 'Mir constantly making sure Sam is in one piece, because you know what happened the last time halflings were around.
Has Lyra asked for an Asriel Northbound (http://www.tonnerdoll.com/2008TonnerSite/2008Images/GCompass/asrielnorthbound1.jpg) doll yet? Because I figured she'd be like 'and you can buy him and we can explore the Wilds of the North Staircase together, because he promised that we would go exploring and stuff'. Although I don't know if Pan would appreciate having a Stelmaria around to bitchsmack him.
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Date: 2009-02-13 04:58 am (UTC)Also, er... Cherished Friends has Serafina in stock (http://www.cherishedfriends.com/GoldenCompass.html). *tries desperately not to let herself place order*
Evil Twin, but who's the evil one
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Date: 2009-02-13 06:08 am (UTC)It is to females what Halo (1,2 AND 3) is to males! They are relationship ruiners!!!
You need to get Anna someone, sharpish! She is in need of some pistol cleaning time with someone other than herself...