let lemons be angry

I'm full, happy, loved, useful, tired, blessed and contented. (Sounds like the kind of thing that's printed in colourful large letters on the t-shirts of kindergarteners. )

Nat has extreme mood swings. He's the king and i'm his, well, concubine. When he wants me I'll serve him. When he doesn't, i'd better not even dare to enter his royal presence. That said, when he's sweet he's soft-toy sweet. He has a thing for elbows. They're his comfort objects, the way some toddlers drag around smelly old comfort blankies or pillows.

Jane is a modern-day warrior woman. Warrior princess. Enemies can tell by the shape of her brow that she comes from a line of tribal chiefs, and so has the blood of the great Unsuk-Hai, who took on five hundred late-night robbers in his era. Thus when they recognise her brow, and the fire in her eyes that only comes from warrior heritage, they keep their distance. No one dares to incur the wrath of her deadly 5 ft smth frame, although they will challenge her male bodyguards anytime. Jane will defend the rights of the innocent and of the minority, she will protect the abused and the alien.

On the other hand, some (a collective noun, but otherwise, just one) blocky, supposedly strong people are weak in the mind and therefore incurably weak. Wit will not help you survive. Not if it's dried, offensive wit. Neither is vanity any tool of strength. And speaking less would make you at least seem like you have something worth hearing. You're alright, and i believe you have a good heart inside, but generally, Yarks.