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Emma replied to my text asking about the Reed situation. Suggested we meet up for breakfast. I picked her up and we went to Denny's. (Their vegetarian options are not so good: I had the fruit plate with slightly browning fruit and a bowl of gloopy oatmeal.) It sounds like Emma and Reed talked and everything is sorted out. I wasn't aware that Reed had both insecurity issues combined with a bit of a persecution complex. That's a lousy combination for someone with that much rage boiling just beneath the surface. Even though Emma said it wasn't completely not necessary (and to have someone with me if I followed through on it), I'm going to apologize to Reed when I see him next--just in case there's still any hard feelings. I don't need an ahroun carrying around even an inkling of ire towards me. Especially one with a short fuse. (And I don't want to be his buddy, either. Because ahroun with a short fuse.)
I asked about Zoe's dad, basically trying to figure out why he wasn't with Emma. He's in Brazil, and a Fury, and there's problems between the Get and the Furies. Big problems. I asked if there'd be big problems with us if we let it be known we were a couple, and Emma didn't think so. Not unless someone above her stepped in and forbid it for her. Not unless Mouse or Salem forbid it for me. So I texted Salem to see if he'd be okay with it. Yup. (I was not surprised one bit.)
We talked about moving in and the difficulties there. The basic plan is this. Emma will bring stuff to my cabin. I'll bring stuff to her room at her mom's place.We'll alternate between both locations as needed--cabin for a bit more privacy, her mom's place for more family time (and I get to be sort of a part of that family). When the moon is fuller, I'll spend more nights out with Emma's mom and daughter while Emma gets the cabin to herself. If I need it, I can use it. And there's always the Winnebago nearby so we could be in close proximity if need be, but not directly interacting where, if she were to frenzy without warning, I might be toast.
Parents. Yeah. Not an issue on my side. I have no idea where my mom is or if she's even alive. Haven't seen her in 20 years. My dad? Haven't talked to him or seen him in 3 years. It took me a while to give up on him. I wonder when he gave up on me?
Emma's parents thought? Different story. We figured we'd have to tell her mom about me being what I am. Emma says her mom adores me, and that it probably won't be an issue. We're not telling her dad, though. And will ask her mom to not tell him, too. (It doesn't sound like they're close at all really.) He's apparently a prominent Get and nowhere as non-traditional as Emma. He might not sign on to the whole "My only daughter is shacking with--and serious with-- a warper-slash-Walker-kinfolk" scenario.
Afterwards, we hit WalMart and shopped for all the girly fru-fru stuff that Emma needed to have at my place. I bought a couple plastic, stackable drawers, some clothes, and some basics to put in her room at her mom's place. Then we spent the rest of the day alternating between getting Emma settled in and breaking in the new bedsheets. I used a little Dreaming paired with Forces (heat) perception and cooked a pretty decent honey-glazed salmon with a side of mushroom risotto and a couple glasses of Sauvignon Blanc. (No salmon for me, as I only eat meat on the weekend--and I'm reconsidering taking the next step and just phasing meat out altogether.) Still? The risotto was excellent.
I could get used to this.
I asked about Zoe's dad, basically trying to figure out why he wasn't with Emma. He's in Brazil, and a Fury, and there's problems between the Get and the Furies. Big problems. I asked if there'd be big problems with us if we let it be known we were a couple, and Emma didn't think so. Not unless someone above her stepped in and forbid it for her. Not unless Mouse or Salem forbid it for me. So I texted Salem to see if he'd be okay with it. Yup. (I was not surprised one bit.)
We talked about moving in and the difficulties there. The basic plan is this. Emma will bring stuff to my cabin. I'll bring stuff to her room at her mom's place.We'll alternate between both locations as needed--cabin for a bit more privacy, her mom's place for more family time (and I get to be sort of a part of that family). When the moon is fuller, I'll spend more nights out with Emma's mom and daughter while Emma gets the cabin to herself. If I need it, I can use it. And there's always the Winnebago nearby so we could be in close proximity if need be, but not directly interacting where, if she were to frenzy without warning, I might be toast.
Parents. Yeah. Not an issue on my side. I have no idea where my mom is or if she's even alive. Haven't seen her in 20 years. My dad? Haven't talked to him or seen him in 3 years. It took me a while to give up on him. I wonder when he gave up on me?
Emma's parents thought? Different story. We figured we'd have to tell her mom about me being what I am. Emma says her mom adores me, and that it probably won't be an issue. We're not telling her dad, though. And will ask her mom to not tell him, too. (It doesn't sound like they're close at all really.) He's apparently a prominent Get and nowhere as non-traditional as Emma. He might not sign on to the whole "My only daughter is shacking with--and serious with-- a warper-slash-Walker-kinfolk" scenario.
Afterwards, we hit WalMart and shopped for all the girly fru-fru stuff that Emma needed to have at my place. I bought a couple plastic, stackable drawers, some clothes, and some basics to put in her room at her mom's place. Then we spent the rest of the day alternating between getting Emma settled in and breaking in the new bedsheets. I used a little Dreaming paired with Forces (heat) perception and cooked a pretty decent honey-glazed salmon with a side of mushroom risotto and a couple glasses of Sauvignon Blanc. (No salmon for me, as I only eat meat on the weekend--and I'm reconsidering taking the next step and just phasing meat out altogether.) Still? The risotto was excellent.
I could get used to this.
