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Nov. 1st, 2009 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tobeclosetohimJo's feeling more like herself. Right now, that means she's restless.
As much as she's missed feeling restless, it's such a restless feeling. She's pacing, flipping the smaller dagger in her right hand back and forth, over and through her fingers, in a motion she's not even paying attention to. She knows this feeling. She knows where it's heading.
And she's just masochistic enough (again .. finally) to be debating between drawing it out, holding it off, waiting out the game of the thunder waking up in her veins more each day, until she snaps or going out and finding a fight now.
As much as she's missed feeling restless, it's such a restless feeling. She's pacing, flipping the smaller dagger in her right hand back and forth, over and through her fingers, in a motion she's not even paying attention to. She knows this feeling. She knows where it's heading.
And she's just masochistic enough (again .. finally) to be debating between drawing it out, holding it off, waiting out the game of the thunder waking up in her veins more each day, until she snaps or going out and finding a fight now.
