You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
17-12-YC120

One must admire individuals such as Isha Vuld (I wonder if that is the same Isha Niki has spoken of). An enemy she may be, but she is driven by the same devotion to protect her people and her home as I.  It is admirable and noble, but such a shame that we are on opposing side.  It is also a shame her side will ultimately lose.

Well, almost a shame.

Ishta must have had some effect on me.  That music she listens too in her exercises has stuck with me and I now find it helps me focus too.  I think it is the anger and energy in it.  I do not think there are many who approve, though.  I was running through some exercises tonight.  Strange to think that visualising my escape, rerunning it through my head, would ever be helpful, but to be back in that moment, to feel again them fall before me, to feel Her Power fill my body and soul again...

I almost kissed him.  I would have done more, but he let the moment go.

I did not even hear him come in, I was so focused.  I have no idea how long he had been stood there watching.  Long enough he must have seen the scars, my Souvenirs.  I was still so focused when I did see him that I still did not realise it was actually him for a few moments.  Maybe I thought it was someone else.  Someone from a long time ago.  I think, though, that a part of me knew it was him, and there was no escaping it once he spoke.

It seems Deteis are as reserved as people say, but I am surprised to find Edward to be so.  It was obvious he had no taste for it, though.  Maybe it was me.  Maybe he does see my Shadow.  How could he have missed it?  No wonder he did not want me.  Who would?

I still have not heard from Sirna.

I should not drink as much as I do.




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