Still working on icons--I hadn't made any in forever, so I'm way behind. Oh, and I'd forgotten to take a decent picture of the lamesauce Cullen Crest medallion that came with The Littlest Edward (it doesn't even have a pin or a chain! I can't even hang it off the shelf or anything! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS), so... there you are.
Also: As mentioned on Twilight Lexicon, apparently someone else's NECA Edward figure is having adventures as well.
Also-also: my dolls are officially more popular than I am.
So, to catch you up: Tuesday. Edward started out the day with an avid female audience who treated him like... a living, breathing personality quiz. Of course they all wanted to know which exotic flora he thought they smelled like (well, not Anna; she's been antsy ever since he got here, and at this particular moment she was back behind the printer arguing with Elizabeth, who seemed to be trying to comfort her or calm her down?), and of course having to go sniff strange women was exactly what a prim sparklepire like Edward wanted to do on his second day here.




"What about White Arwen?" I blurted out helpfully; Purple Arwen had been assigned forget-me-nots.





That was when I shot him a look that can really only be translated as You have got to be shitting me (he even PRONOUNCED IT correctly!), and he rolled his eyes, nodding. Which was when I realized: of course he could read (hear?) possibilities running through her mind; he picked the one she valued the most.
"What does simbelmynë smell like?" I asked him later.

"Can you read my mind?"

"Well… what do I smell like?"

Well, I had just eaten a couple of Trefoils.
All the girls were full of questions, though--even when I tried to shoo them away to let him have "a little quiet time," someone always came back with a new one. Like Lyra:















And that’s why he went and sulked on top of the VCR all afternoon.
(More from the Secret Life of Dolls.)


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