Vanessë

Vanessë means "beauty" in Quenya.

I had something else lined up to write, but... never mind. I got derailed. Completely.

I've got a pretty high opinion of my looks. Especially when I am NOT in the dead carcass of a city not having the guts to just die, and when I can wear whatever I like. Which I seldom can't, but, that's mostly because time and money are not two of my most common commodities. Here, I get a hard edge to my being. You should see me out in the forest, or at sea.
Quite frankly, I find myself beautiful. My body these days are more that of a warrior than that of a queen, perhaps, but still. Without being too narcissistic... which I have every right to be... I am, indeed, beautiful.

But... and we all saw that "but" coming... I cannot compete against...

this

Why haven't I met her? Interests match. "Not from this world" match. She's beaten me in one thing - she's watched "Avatar" five times (and have similar reasons to mine as to why like it). Her love for glitter is something that makes me laugh with glee. She climbs trees in the middle of the night, just because.

And she's one of the singularily most beautiful women I have ever, ever seen. Possibly the one most beautiful.

I'm a bit of at a loss for what to do.


"Go to Norway", someone said. Hey, been a while since I was there, why not?