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.
21-02-YC121

I had to put that vile little ferret Nauplius in his place tonight, and I must admit I rather enjoyed it.  The idiot had the sheer indecency to declare, publically, that he believed Adams and I to be lovers!  As if I would dishonour myself with that pseudo-Gallente stooge.  Still, it was necessary to make an example of Nauplius, so I summoned him to my presence.  Surprisingly, he came, but then he is a commoner, so it is only natural he obeys his betters.

I should rather think my threat to decapitate him if he even so much as dares to think such a moronic idea ever again stuck in his thick skull.

Fortunately, Liana arrived at the Cafe soon afterwards.  That dear, sweet girl is always a welcome distraction, even from returning Constantin's letters.  Oh, Constantin!  How beautifully you write, and how you make my heart sing with your words. Can it truly only be but less than a handful of days since we first met?  We write to one another as though we had been intimate for a lifetime.  How can this be?  What wonderous act have I commited in the eyes of God and My Eternal Empress to deserve such happiness?  I try to think what it could be, but I can think of nothing.  I, low and wicked as I am, surely do not deserve a reward such as this, and yet, Darling Constantin, here you are?

That Constant Shadow whispers the most dreadful insecurites into my waking thoughts, but I must try not to give in to doubt.  Perhaps this joy is just fleeting, but I must cherish it whilst I am able, before Darkness and Loneliness inevitably return.
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