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What does your dream home look like?
Mar. 19th, 2006 10:24 pmI've never dreamed of what a home looks like in the physical sense. I'm as at home under the stars, dancing among the trees, riding to the Hunt behind my son, as I am in any of our palaces. Home is family. Home is being with the ones you love.
The place...doesn't matter. It is home if those you love are there. For now my home is the Tower, in the Realm. It is a suite of rooms decorated in the greens and golds my Lady loves. It is her, moving through the rooms, and him sprawled nearby. It is the child demanding I turn into a horse like Grumpa Sam. It is Sam nearby to laugh with. Anubis bringing his Mary to tea. That is home.
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They are my home. My world. And yet, I find myself longing for green hills and cool forests and stone underfoot and milk and honey and warm, fresh bread. I want to hear the music of my people and dance under the stars. I've been going home more often...and even in that I betray myself, don't I? I've been going home.
It is home, in a way the Realm can never be. I'm tied to the land there. It holds me, cradles me. It's in my blood and my blood is in it. My people are woven into the web of magic that surrounds the land and I find myself weaker an I am gone too long. The visits, overseeing Bri Leith, they help, but they can't fix the longing.
But they are more important. And so I stay.
Because home, without them, might still be home, but it would be empty, and it would be cold. And I would rather be away from home with them than anywhere without them.
Muse: Midir
Fandom: Irish Mythology
The place...doesn't matter. It is home if those you love are there. For now my home is the Tower, in the Realm. It is a suite of rooms decorated in the greens and golds my Lady loves. It is her, moving through the rooms, and him sprawled nearby. It is the child demanding I turn into a horse like Grumpa Sam. It is Sam nearby to laugh with. Anubis bringing his Mary to tea. That is home.
[locked]
They are my home. My world. And yet, I find myself longing for green hills and cool forests and stone underfoot and milk and honey and warm, fresh bread. I want to hear the music of my people and dance under the stars. I've been going home more often...and even in that I betray myself, don't I? I've been going home.
It is home, in a way the Realm can never be. I'm tied to the land there. It holds me, cradles me. It's in my blood and my blood is in it. My people are woven into the web of magic that surrounds the land and I find myself weaker an I am gone too long. The visits, overseeing Bri Leith, they help, but they can't fix the longing.
But they are more important. And so I stay.
Because home, without them, might still be home, but it would be empty, and it would be cold. And I would rather be away from home with them than anywhere without them.
Muse: Midir
Fandom: Irish Mythology
