The first thing Nikita noticed was the temperature and the piquancy of the room for it was really cold and awfully bright.
Yes, the room was piquant, with a subtle overtone of cloves and lavender contributing to the full-bodied scent.
She could see, someplace in her subliminal, how Sarah, Chuck and Simone watched her and their anguished faces alarmed Nikita.
Some place very deep in her subliminal.
The profundity of her experience in the short time she had known this man and the depth of the wake he was leaving in her life overwhelmed her. How could he think she would rebuild her life and move on? Didn’t Michael understand that he was leaving a full set of fingerprints in the woman’s broken heart?
I'm now picturing Gil Grissom staring bemusedly at the fingerprints on Nikita's heart.
She fell asleep and quickly navigated through a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
Plus a minotaur.
wow, a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
... you know, I can't even begin to guess what she's trying to say there.
It would make a good new LJ name, if I ever changed my LJ name.
you know, I can't even begin to guess what she's trying to say there.
Me neither. It does remind me of when my high school friend wrote an essay about "the voluptuous waste of bird", which also made no sense to me
She fell asleep and quickly navigated through a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that Nikita's having erotic dreams, but then again, she also could be sleepwalking in the garden.
Remember that Michael is dead. I suspect it's supposed to mean "she had bad dreams", personally.
Also, the suggestion posts for yuletide are up. God help the mods.
I suspect it's supposed to mean "she had bad dreams", personally.
The engorgement threw me. Is she full? Beyond satisfaction? Congested with blood? Can you be agitated and replete?
Friends don't let friends abuse the thesaurus! But I'm not her friend, and therefore I am allowed to beat her with a Roget's.
Also, the suggestion posts for yuletide are up. God help the mods.
Lord have mercy on their souls.
a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
With the aid of answers.com, I interpret this phrase (giving her the benefit of the doubt) as follows: a noisy, disorderly and fanciful mental illusion which is congested with blood. Probably this supports Dana's 'bad dream' hypothesis.
Without the benefit of the doubt, it becomes: an individual who has received a transplant of genetically and immunologically different tissue, who is eating ravenously or voraciously to satiation and tends to cause tumult. On which basis I'd lean towards a sneak description of a resident of Sang Sacre if I thought it was that clever.
Can I just say, if I were one of the yuletide mods, I would kill people? Kill them dead with a big old killing instrument of death? Because I so would.
