Thomas returns in his hotel room. The Nosferatu has been eerily quiet. He makes no sound as he moves about the room, but the nauseating creep that exudes from him would peel the paint off the walls.

He removes a page from the Bible he brought with him, a handwritten note on it. A list of names.

Felipe Saunier
Xavier WintersDr. Sirius ( Read more... )

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Thomas came home from Beaumont, after spending an extra hour ensuring that the Lady Prince would be okay. The fact that someone used a power on her in the Meritocracy disturbed him quite a bit ( Read more... )

What the fuck ( Read more... )

One of the Callaghans was in my domain last night. It was an interesting sensation. I miss being in the presence of Tiernan ( Read more... )

He scratched off items from his "to do" list with long strokes. The sound of the fountain pen from his days of living scratching against the paper. Perhaps the Invictus of the family crept deep within the recesses of the behavioral part of his brain ( Read more... )

"Apa says.."
"Apa didn't think..."
"..my Apa."

Thomas wondered what this "Apa" of hers did to earn her admiration. He'd seen her obsess before, but...

... now that "her mind is healed", it's almost more frightening to see her devote herself to such.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.Thomas sat, writing. It was the longest stretch of dry nights in recent memory, and here he was, inside. It suited his purpose though, just fine. Dinah Shore played on his old record player, lamenting away. His pencil scratched at the paper ( Read more... )

Social Faux pas not withstanding, Thomas made his plan clear as day to her. Well, he thought as such ( Read more... )

"I have presents ( Read more... )