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azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-01 12:56 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-01 12:56 pm
Lightsaber!
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away...
...there were three best friends:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
votania, Darkside, and azurelunatic. And one of the things that these best friends did, in the courtyard at their school, or wherever else they happened to be, was spar: hand to hand, energetically, verbally --- or with weapons.
Or at least they would have, if they'd had weapons to spar with. Live steel was right out. Foam boffing swords were impractical. Wooden... riiiiight. So Darkside found three green lightsabers, the sort that glow and hum and sizzle when whacked against each other, one for each girl, and one for himself. The day that the Lunatic told him that she loved him was the day when the three were planning to hang out at the mall together. Darkside and the Lunatic went to his house before going to the mall, to pick up the sabers and the batteries. The three sparred at the bus station in the gathering dark before splitting up to go home. After that, the three were more inseparable than ever, and bashed the hell out of each other every chance they got.
The lightsaber was very precious to the Lunatic, as Darkside had given it to her. It was a symbol of not only their friendship, but the combative and spiritual nature of it. Sleeping on the couch, insecure and lonely despite the companionship and family in the new apartment, she slept with the lightsaber clutched in her hand, a tangible reminder of Darkside, and a weapon, in the event of an intruder. When she got her new sword, she slept with that as well. Eventually, she found a resting spot for the sword, on the wall, but the lightsaber stayed.
Like all things in this life, though, lightsabers are ephemeral, especially when left on a squishy couch, and an expressly non-ephemeral ass sits down. The Lunatic was Not Happy with herself.votania observed the commotion, and the bad results given by superglue, and donated her identical lightsaber to the cause.
The lightsaber went beyond a mere comfort-object and toy and became an Object of Legend, after that. Late one night when I was trying to sleep, but failing, because of the noise of Dude's game, but was mostly asleep, in that half-waking way that barely knows if it is reality or dream, I suddenly flung all my arms and legs in the air, shouting, "Lightsaber!" then subsided, giggling maniacally. I repeated this every now and then all through that night, until I finally fell asleep, after a long astral conversation, my half of which was evidently voiced.ralmathon was there, which was perhaps the reason I repeated the tradition of shouting "Lightsaber!" loudly when evidently asleep the night when he and teenagewitch were making the kissy-face in my room.
No one touches the lightsaber but Darkside and me, not without permission, and I don't often grant permission. It's become a symbol, to me, of our friendship, and the way we formed it.
...there were three best friends:
votania, Darkside, and azurelunatic. And one of the things that these best friends did, in the courtyard at their school, or wherever else they happened to be, was spar: hand to hand, energetically, verbally --- or with weapons. Or at least they would have, if they'd had weapons to spar with. Live steel was right out. Foam boffing swords were impractical. Wooden... riiiiight. So Darkside found three green lightsabers, the sort that glow and hum and sizzle when whacked against each other, one for each girl, and one for himself. The day that the Lunatic told him that she loved him was the day when the three were planning to hang out at the mall together. Darkside and the Lunatic went to his house before going to the mall, to pick up the sabers and the batteries. The three sparred at the bus station in the gathering dark before splitting up to go home. After that, the three were more inseparable than ever, and bashed the hell out of each other every chance they got.
The lightsaber was very precious to the Lunatic, as Darkside had given it to her. It was a symbol of not only their friendship, but the combative and spiritual nature of it. Sleeping on the couch, insecure and lonely despite the companionship and family in the new apartment, she slept with the lightsaber clutched in her hand, a tangible reminder of Darkside, and a weapon, in the event of an intruder. When she got her new sword, she slept with that as well. Eventually, she found a resting spot for the sword, on the wall, but the lightsaber stayed.
Like all things in this life, though, lightsabers are ephemeral, especially when left on a squishy couch, and an expressly non-ephemeral ass sits down. The Lunatic was Not Happy with herself.
votania observed the commotion, and the bad results given by superglue, and donated her identical lightsaber to the cause. The lightsaber went beyond a mere comfort-object and toy and became an Object of Legend, after that. Late one night when I was trying to sleep, but failing, because of the noise of Dude's game, but was mostly asleep, in that half-waking way that barely knows if it is reality or dream, I suddenly flung all my arms and legs in the air, shouting, "Lightsaber!" then subsided, giggling maniacally. I repeated this every now and then all through that night, until I finally fell asleep, after a long astral conversation, my half of which was evidently voiced.
ralmathon was there, which was perhaps the reason I repeated the tradition of shouting "Lightsaber!" loudly when evidently asleep the night when he and teenagewitch were making the kissy-face in my room. No one touches the lightsaber but Darkside and me, not without permission, and I don't often grant permission. It's become a symbol, to me, of our friendship, and the way we formed it.
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There were a few moments, at his house, getting the lightsabers (or was it just his lightsaber that we had to get?) where we could have kissed... but didn't.
I enjoy writing up stuff.
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I've tried, on occassion, to retell stories of particular importance to me, but I can never manage to convey the proper feeling behind them.
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I think my problem, moreso then the actual talent of writing is the talent of telling my own stories, which is an entirely seperate thing, I think.
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I'd come home from school every day and tell Mama what happened. And then I'd go off and write in my journal, after I started keeping one...
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