( ... )

In Harvestman's motel room, Leander's heart rate momentarily climbed before settling again. He wished he'd brought something to drink with them, but that hardly struck him as appropriate. They were talking. They were actually having a conversation for once, one that ostensibly didn't begin or end in bed, or with one of them storming off ( Read more... )

"What I want is to be needed. What I
need is to be indispensable to some
body. Who I need is somebody that
will eat up all my free time, my ego,
my attention. Somebody addicted to me.
A mutual addiction."

still awake on a winter's day,skies are gray and it's cold ( Read more... )

On Thursday, he heads to the gym because he's been way too lazy or busy as of late, and it's a welcome distraction. Being around normal people is sort of depressing, but he's sure it's good for him. A couple hours later, he's comfortably sore but still cranky. He calls Alain and apologizes for PINpointing into his house and stealing his extra ( Read more... )

Questions, comments, constructive criticism for how I play Leander go here.

A list of Leander's influences, in no particular order:

• Hellblazer
• Constantine
• John Dies at the End (David Wong)
• Boondock Saints
• Charlie Parker (John Connolly)
  • Every Dead Thing
  • Dark Hollow
  • The Killing Kind
  • The White Road
  • The Black Angel
• Patrick Kenzie (Dennis Lehane)
  • A Drink ( Read more... )

( Contains some sexuality. Does not contain gfais. )

He'd been out all night waiting for his bed to stop smelling like Harvestman, and when he got back there were nine calls on the machine. The industrial lights were harsh on the smooth concrete of his apartment's floor and the flaking white paint on the brick walls; Becca had called it 'sweatshop chic ( Read more... )

"Do you know how the I Ching works?" He says to Becca playfully, hand clinking around in a bag of rune stones ( Read more... )

She's beautiful, Leander decides. Blue and inhuman, sure, but so painfully elegant in destruction, in the form (the shell, she calls it) of the young woman she still sometimes pretends to be. (Wesley, who are you? He's dying to know ( Read more... )

Hey, you've reached Lee's voicemail, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible, unless you're a screaming chorus of demonic voices. In which case, no. Please go away.