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Angry Ramblings, Confused Logs
It started with a draw. From her - a draw, a draw where energy was needed. I was surprisingly easy to siphon from - there was no need to dig for that energy. The shadow network tying my brain to the bard’s body was just underneath the surface of my skin.
Then, I learned. I read through the notes, I studied the drawings - I learned myself. I ( Read more... ) -
Wilhiem's Angry Ramblings, Now With More Angst
[The man fell asleep with the notebook on his face, in the office, yet again.]
There's a voice at the back of my head and it's whispering:
Why, why, when, who, how?
It's filled with a billion questions I cannot answer. It's filled with a billion questions and memories that were shattered and torn, that will no longer return to my mind and that ( Read more... ) -
In Which Wil Attempts to Fix Things
Need to be short and clear here, need to remember before I try to forget.
We got a contract to assassinate a Kaldorei male for a crime against his race. A legal issue.
That male was her son.
Agrimony is his name. Who names children after plants? Male children, too?
She killed him and she made me watch.
She cut his hair and stuck a ( Read more... ) -
In Which Boyfort Is Reduced to Two Broody Men, Bear Maulings
[03:07:31]Wilhiem takes another drink. "Thank you, by the way. Is- the girl alright?"
[03:08:06]Shepard shrugs, chuckling softly. "No need for thanks- you're my employer now. As for Mairead? She'll be fine. Practically a fully-fledged Paladin now."
[03:09:10]Wilhiem tilts his head to the side. "Employer or not, who would set bears on fire without ( Read more... ) -
In Which Wil is Awkward and Moira is Drunk
[22:20:35]Auspice shakes her head slowly. "I've been rather negligent in that regard with most employees. It's been ... busier, with the increased responsiblity we've had to deal with."
[22:20:49][Auspice] says: I'll make it a priority, though.
[22:21:44]Wilhiem nods, stretching out a hand to brush away a few stray locks on her forehead. "Thank you. ( Read more... ) -
Lullabies
His hair stuck to the glistening flesh with the persistence of a leech. The thin strands traced each scar and each indent, the skin itself a rough and textured landscape even in the dim, fleeting light that just barely passed through the window overhead. It illuminated the table he sat on, blanketing his bare shoulders. His hands were folded on his ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
[Seven years did not seem interesting enough to write about, and- well. This came to unintentionally. This is Wil, thirty years from the current storyline, doing just what he wanted to do as his life is drawing to a close. Making people listen - and fixing whatever he can ( Read more... ) -
Operation: Before and After
[Wilhiem managed to attach a dead arm to a living man that lost his mid-battle, using the shadow-woven network that keeps Wil himself alive and functioning. these two parts are musings a few days before and after the procedure was performed, first one mostly relating to yet another mind-trip.]
It is hard to pin down exactly where this entire affair ( Read more... ) -
Raven Tales
[I thank Neil Gaiman for a brief idea!]
Auspice grumbles something incoherent, then lies back down again. "Tell me a story."
Wilhiem shifts to look at the woman, lying o n his side now. "...a story? Why?"
Auspice offers a faint smile, then shifts, placing her hands over her stomach. "Because that is what typically accompanies a shadow puppet show ( Read more... )
