I'm putting together a new mage for Cam. The last drabble was her introduction; here's a little bit more.

It is necessary, on occasion, to contract with Sleepers. Joule doesn't much like it these days, but Sleepers at least are generally polite and will pay in actual money (Remember money? That thing that lets you buy groceries?) as opposed to ( Read more... )

This mage is not yet in play:

Joule feels magic in the air as palpably as the heat of the engine under her hands; for a moment she revels in it before returning her attention to her task. A little grease and a nudge right here, and the cap will come off in her hands, just as easy as one… two…

Pop!She straightens, tucks a stray wire sprouting ( Read more... )

I did not expect the void he leaves in life to be so large. When he was here, with us, he would irritate me, come to me with requests that only a man who was born to wealth and nobility would make, could make. I longed for the days when he would travel on his uncle's business, the business of the court, and leave me be with my papers and ledgers. I ( Read more... )

I wrote this as a fan-fiction piece some time ago. While I was going through some files on my computer the other day, I found it and decided to rewrite it as an original piece. This is a nasty, nasty little story: ( A Matter of Timing )

We are in bed when it happens. It is cold out and we are pressed against each other under the covers, skin damp with sweat and limbs intertwined. Her lips brush against my skin, the sensation I remember when the knock comes, and with it, the letter ( Read more... )

I've been remiss in bpal blogging. The system at work is down right now, so I'm doing a little artsy-wanking: ( Oblivion )

I find it hard to concentrate. Her scent wafts past me, tingling in my nose. Any pretense I had of getting work done today is just that. ( The easily distracted may want to wait until they get home. )

Judy fell first. This is unsurprising, given her age and physical condition. She took Ciara's death hard, wasn't quite able to cope. Courtenay's about my age, and in better physical shape. Of the two of us, though, I'm the one who seems to have a better handle on what is happening.

What is happening ( Read more... )

It took me awhile to figure out what the hell is going on. I headed up to the North Bay earlier today to go to work, stopping at the bank's ATM, then getting gas. I was a little surprised at how calm the traffic was this morning, but chocked it up to Wednesday lull ( Read more... )

I will be making a filter for Changeling soon; eventually, it will get moved to its own journal, because I'm a journal junkie. I will be posting my musings regarding the new Changeling: th Lost, its interpretation into the Camarilla, character concepts and fiction, etc. However, in the interim, behind the cut below is the beginnings of a background ( Read more... )