Pledge

[xhesika]

I looked back over my LiveStream and was slightly weirded out by it. I noticed that when I write its a little more than obvious that I don't use much structure. I have my major points I want to hit sitting in little brackets at the end of the chapter and as I hit them I delete them. But I start typing something and then I'll go back and change it, I do this quite often. And I do it most of the time before the sentence is actually finished, meaning I'm literally typing whatever pops into my head and then going back to fix it as I read over it.

I'm probably going to use my free day off (this sunday) to splurge write Artemis until my brains fall out because I WON'T touch ANY of it during the month of November. I want to make sure my full attention is on this project and with this in mind I won't do any artwork/writing/modeling for Artemis. LiveStream once I wake on sunday (I work the night before) until NaNoWriMo officially starts at midnight. I want to prove to myselft that I can push out a good novel in a short amount of time.

*whimper*

Kamen nodded slowly, "Good advice." She beamed and nodded, "I've got some for you. Take off your stephane."

Her smile faded immediately, "What?"

"It's causing too many problems, it's interfering with your safety and my job."

Artemis shook her head, "How can you ask that, you know why I keep it."

"Sentiment doesn't matter at this point." He let out an aggravated sigh, convincing her wouldn't be easy. He had been surprised to see her with it when he returned to his post after meeting with Rei that morning. After the previous night he would have thought she would have abandoned it completely if it meant not having to accept any more gifts. "I'll make you a deal. If you take it off, I won't ask too many questions about previous run-ins with him."

She swallowed hard, "I don't like deals."

"Has he been adamant about your stephane before?" He started in with the first question, knowing she would understand who he was referring to. "Has he treated you like that before?" She wasn't listening to him anymore, instead she had caught sight of the various games under the small table next to the chairs. He caught her arm as she passed him, demanding her full attention in an almost cruel manner. "Has he done worse?"

She seemed to shrink back from him and then looked at his hand, easily wrapped around her arm. He removed it quickly and she looked back to him, "Were you always this jealous?"

"I never had to worry about other men."

"You botched it again. The whole tone, the whole trip out here. Now this entire place is awkward!" She shook her head, her voice urgent, "I won't do it. I can't. I feel wrong thinking about it." She turned her back to him, presenting the clasp to him, "You do it then, since you want it."

He could see the clasp easily, but felt embarrassed over what the action implied, and even more embarrassed that she had offered it so quickly. "You aren't serious."

"No more questions. All that is past."

Kamen had a feeling he really didn't want to know the answers to the questions he had asked, "I apologize for getting angry. It was unprofessional."

She let out a single laugh, "No, unprofessional is bringing me to somewhere I'm not supposed to know exists."

He rolled his eyes at the remark, but made note that her tone carried no anger. He placed a hand on her shoulder before taking the clasp into his hand, kissing the back of her neck before letting the mess of red hair out of its net.