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muse_manifesto Topic 8

Feb 27, 2007 10:37

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, what is the most romantic thing you ever did for someone ( Read more... )

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goaskmalice February 27 2007, 20:08:26 UTC

It didn't really take Alec very long to wake up. I wasn't real sure what Barcode Boy's deal here was but it was pretty fuckin' clear that he was something. Demon? I dunno. I don't really get the slay tinglies off of him but maybe I'm just off my game in this brave new world, y'know what I'm sayin'? When he did wake up he was already talkin' the talk tryin' to bust out of the ropes that I'd tied him to the chair with ( ... )

alecmontycora March 7 2007, 19:30:17 UTC

While I sat there, watching them talk about what my fate was going to be, I tried my hardest to get out of these ropes, only they were not budging. Either I was going to be killed, or I was going to be beaten. Faith was leaning more towards me being beaten for answers, rather then what Berrisford wanted for me, which would be to kill me. I would expect that from him, so I am not that surprised. Part of me wished that Max was here right now and the other part had me thinking for them to get it over with and put me out. It would be an easy way out, but at least I would not be their bitch any longer ( ... )

goaskmalice March 13 2007, 14:38:13 UTC

I didn't really understand what he was tryin' to say to me. But one thing resonated pretty fuckin' clearly. He didn't choose it, it chose him. Yeah, kinda like being a slayer. Of course, they don't make boy slayers and truth be told Alec is a little bit sturdier than your average slayer. Normally I'd be the little girl who cried demon but I wasn't getting that vibe from him either ( ... )

alecmontycora March 13 2007, 16:24:08 UTC

I didn't know what else to say to him. Well, actually I did, but I'd rather not go out like a bitch ... even if it had to do with Rachel. It wouldn't be for the right reasons, even if it did give me life or death - this was different. This wasn't about her, this was about his revenge, his own problems coming to terms. I loved her, I tried to save them and now she's been dying ever since. No one knew how that made me feel, no one would ever know. But, I was scared shitless at this point because the bastard had a gun in my face. Pretty nice piece too, too bad I wasn't the one holdin' it ( ... )