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Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
This is bad.
. . . Nica? No she's dead, what
This - this was supposed to stop happening. -
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. . .
We are what we are. We never go very far from what our parents made us into, do we?
[Locked to sthenyaer]Mel ( Read more... ) -
[locked to sthenyaer, mo_intheblood at the start]
It's a warm, breezy day; the sun shines brightly over the cemetery Todd stands in today. He's dressed in his usual garb - long-sleeved black jacket, jeans, and a pair of white gloves. The wind catches his hair and blows it around, leaving it a mussed tangle of strands ( Read more... ) -
[locked against anyone except mo_intheblood]
The sthenyaer figured it out.
I fucked up, looks like. -
Nostalgic? Hardly.
He died today.
Seems fitting.
She did, too. All this time and she never knew what was coming.
More's the bloody pity. -
[June] (warning: self-threading like a mofo)
Hello. I know you can see this.
So fucking give me a bloody answer, June: why. -
Hm.
I wonder if I could offer any assistance in finding this Adam Quentin.
He was on this other Todd's friend list. I'm going to assume there was a reason for that, and that said reason is a good one.
So if my help is needed or appreciated, I offer it now. -
[creed] ((Public Post))
I am born of light and bile, tempered by the agonies of steel fire. I have been burned and suffocated for the sake of my calling, smothered in the maw of my intercessors ( Read more... ) -
Hm.
As I've no way to be sure the message will get through, I'll simply note here I've just soaked my favorite shirt in an entire bottle of apricot brandy and hung it on the clothesline and set it on fire.
A poem:
I AM dying, Egypt, dying ( Read more... )