Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Memoirs of Daniel: The Psychologist's Sofa

Jessica: Sitting in a squishy armchair with a notepad and a pen, peering over to Daniel as he lays on a black sofabed staring at the ceiling. "You're mad at me."

Daniel: "Anger is an obtrusive, human emotion."

Jessica: "But I felt it. You're mad at me for what's happening to Sam."

Daniel: "Samael chose his own path. There was little that you or I can do to stop that. Though, I'd assume that if Iridessa hadn't been brought into the story-"

Jessica: "Sam's a warrior, not a healer like you or Gabriel. It would have happened eventually."

Daniel: "Iridessa is the reason Sam became so protective."

Jessica: "No, he's protective because he loves all of you."

Daniel: Makes a noise of derision in his throat and rolls onto his side, facing the white wall. "I've watched many of the Celestia fall, but none has mattered more to me than this one."

Jessica: "He hasn't Fallen. Maybe he won't-"

Daniel: Turns his head and levels a glare at me. "Don't patronize me."

Jessica: "Look. You have a purpose. A big, huge, epic purpose. And I can't have you moping about like a sad little puppy because your bestie is choosing to go down a path you can't follow. Besides, it's not like you'll never see him again. I didn't kill him or anything."

Daniel: "May as well have done. It'll never be the same."

Jessica: Smiles. "No, it won't be. And that's the whole point."

Daniel: "I don't like where you're leading me. It doesn't feel right."

Jessica: "Your purpose is the whole book. The series. From this book to the very last. If you let me write this story the way that it needs to be written, including the next scene, then your story will be legendary."

Daniel: "But it won't make things right."

Jessica: "You're wrong. Your purpose is to make everythingright."

Call me batshit crazy. I don't care, because it worked. =P I have a feeling I'll be writing a bit of Memoirs of Daniel this weekend. Daniel and I seem to have come to some sort of... understanding. Thank God, because I was about to beat myself over the head with a brick just to get these next two scenes written. =P

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