So cold.. his very breath froze and turned to crystal on his lips. His limbs stiff with chill..
So cold..

Im going to die here..
Not here, not now.. trust in me and I shall keep you safe.
Dear gods, im going crazy.. Im hearing voices in my head..
No, child of death, not crazy.. for you Know me. And if you trust in me I shall keep you safe.. ( Read more... )

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OOC : Please note there is no way for your PC to know this.. and the 3 pcs mentioned will only have vague memories of what happened due to the mists.It was early and Sam's mother kissed him on the cheek as she ran out the door to work. Leaving a check for Lilly and a note on the table thanking her fo her alst minute rescheduling and volunteering ( Read more... )

They hurried about, and for once there was no arguing.. the laughter would start and suddenly stop as they realized once again that a Fight was coming ( Read more... )

He loved the library at sunset.. the harsh light coming through the slitted windows.. the shadows deepening between the stacks. Twas there, in the heart of the great beast he felt most at home.. surrounded by books.. by fact and fiction.. by truth and tale ( Read more... )

I speak for death now ( Read more... )

My Mom is taking me on vacation for School Break this week.

We fly home on the 8th.

Yeh.. I said fly.
*grin*
We leave for the airport in a few minutes..

I'm goin to Hibernia.. I mean Ireland.

Dont worry.. Its been taken care of.. I won't be near the fighting or anything.

::the darkness set in his dreams as the young boy lay in bed falling asleep once again listening to the sounds of the neighborhood outside.. he sore for a moment before nodding off that he heard the soft tinkling of breaking glass again.. a sound that seemed to haunt the edges of his last waking moments now. Quickly as sleep claimed him, the ( Read more... )

Jimmy if you're reading this ... I miss you.

I dont understand whats going on. Del and Caspy both say that he's back and that he's ok.. but he hasn't called me. He hasn't talked to me. He hasn't written to me.

Is it something I did?

::He slept soundly this night, though his mother feared it was more out of exhaustion than out of any desire to actually sleep. He still had not talked to her, only whispered responses half thought out and half finished. Something was wrong, she knew not what. She managed to piece together something about Jimmy being gone as he had cried out for ( Read more... )