Saint Patrick ☘
31 August 2012 @ 12:45 am
Patrick has no idea George's contacts have located Joey. While he has his fears, he has no confirmation his friend has been taken by Lucifer. He is safely in Washington with Clio and Ella where he can avoid all the horrible things waiting for him back in New York City.

In fact, being in Washington with Clio is the first time Patrick has managed not to think about his breakup for an entire day. Here with is best friend and goddaughter, everything seemed fine and whole and perfect. Clio has a way of calming him and making him feel so much better without even trying.

Patrick had taken a nap during the day and so when Ella woke up in the middle of the night, Patrick had gone to be with her, letting Clio sleep. He had changed her and when she is clean and fed, he sits with her in his lap. Her tiny fingers curl in his hair and he grins at her.
My lovely little girl, he coos. I am going to protect you. Your goddaddy is going to make sure no one hurts you. And I'll protect your mommy too, because she's pretty special. Ella babbles at him and giggles when he makes strange faces at her. Patrick presses kisses to her hair. She's innocent and unaware how horrible the world can be and Patrick hopes that lasts for a good, long while. Come on, Ellaroo. I'll read you a story and then you can go back to sleep. I can sing you a song! Would you like that? Singy song! He stands and finds a book to read, perfectly content with the feeling of domesticity it gives him.
Current Mood: content
Saint Patrick ☘
28 August 2012 @ 11:55 am

I don't even-

So I met someone in the park. Her name is Limos and she is apparently the Greek form of Famine or something. Met her when she accidentally used her powers on me. I called up Famine to help because I didn't understand what was happening.

Still a little shaken up, but I am making a bunch of potatoes so I will feel better.

If I could go for one day without doing something ridiculously stupid, or having something bad happen, I would feel somehow accomplished.
Current Mood: anxious
Saint Patrick ☘
10 August 2012 @ 03:58 pm
Right, well. Life has had a bit of upheaval.

I am planning to go back to my studying though. It had gone a bit by the wayside recently. I have a few more old texts where I show my face. One where I'm chasing a...heaving beast or heaving breasts or something. I have all my books and journals now, so I can get back to it. I also want to remind myself of the Irish language since I seem to have had trouble with it over the past few decades. I need to brush up. I don't want to forget the things that tie me to Ireland.

I also decided I needed to cook really a lot of food. So I went out and bought what turns out to be more ingredients than can fit in George's kitchen. So don't be surprised if some goodies end up on your doorstep. Joey, Famine and Clio, the first batch of noms is actually headed your ways this evening.

I plan to shower the entirety of my social circle with food. Please give me hugs in return. I could use them.
Current Mood: blah
Saint Patrick ☘
23 November 2010 @ 11:41 pm
So it turns out? Archangels like pancakes with ice cream and maple syrup. And they are surprisingly stingy when it comes to letting you use their laptops.

Michael may have just hissed at me 'it's for work, Patrick. Please be careful with it'. So I probably shouldn't look up episodes of Supernatural, hmm?

Current Mood: Avoidy
Saint Patrick ☘
01 October 2010 @ 04:42 pm
Guess who's back? Were you all aware that Shady is back? Apparently I am supposed to tell a friend. Shady is back and he's chopped liver because no one wants Marshall no more.

My goodness the music these kids listen to. And apparently this song is 'old'. One of the kids in my shelter was dancing to this and then one of the other kids told them they shouldn't be listening to music so ancient and they played some strange, new thing with Shady again about burning. I swear one of the lyrics was 'you have to watch her leave through the window, guess that's why they call it window pane' or something ridiculous.

If only they knew how ancient their worker was. They asked me what kind of music I liked and I sort of squeaked something about Flogging Molly and shuffled away. Because 'Actually I prefer choral chamber music without instruments, because we used to believe they came from the devil so they weren't allowed in church!' might make me sound something of a loon.

So really, if I think about it, I don't think 'window pane' is any more ridiculous than believing a hurdy gurdy came from the devil. That Shady still sounds like a deeply unpleasant person.
Current Mood: good