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OOC Moving
I am migrating all my IC LJs over to web_of_shadow . I will cross-post for a while, but eventually that is the place you will want to be. If you were listed as a friend for this journal, I have already added you over there. -
Forsaken
I long to feel your hand on my shoulder, old man, to sit beside you and listen, to have the quiet certainty of my faith in you ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Non Serviam (For Harley. Always.)
She did not have the words anymore, for her grief and pain. She remembered his, long-ago. Four years. A lifetime.
"Our path is one of pain, one of danger. There we can see clearly the price of the path we've chosen for ourselves. But all around, we can also see the strength and the purity of our ideals, in that we can all stand here together, to ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Four Below and out of Carthage
You tell that you've got ev'rything you want,
And your bird can sing,
But you don't get me,
You don't get me.
The once and future Virgatore stared out the window while her hands deftly fastened a holster in place, then reached into the duffel, pulled out a knife in a sheathe and buckled that onto her leg. One by one she reattached her weapons, feeling ( Read more... ) -
Interlude Five
"I will meet the cruel and the cowardly tonight, liars and the envious, the uncaring and unknowing; they will be all around. But their numbers and their carelessness do not mean I have to be like them. For my own part, I know my job; my commission comes from Those Who Are. My hand raised is Their hand on the neck of the Serpent, now and always..."
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Interlude Four
gabby_latour: Sorry. Frost was IMing me and making me crazy ( Read more... ) -
Interlude Three
The room was thin, and the specter of the pointless sacrifice haunted her. There was not even false conviviality here, but something... ah, something from her dreams spoke of innocence, at least in this ( Read more... ) -
Interlude Two
Wherever the hell she was, and she wasn't actually sure at the moment, it stank like cigarettes and parted flesh. As she considered the flow of words traveling through the ether, in all directions, it occurred to her that all the ones in DeKalb would be scented of neither, and perhaps she would briefly find an escape from the question still ( Read more... ) -
Interlude One
At least, she thought to herself, vampires couldn't get track marks.
She slumped into her seat, feeling the glow of the heroin struggle at the edge of her rage and despair.
Fuck, she wondered, can I get addictedChemicals swam with the driving of the will, and held back her beast. She pulled her knees up close to her chest, and lay her head in ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Sensing Shadows
"Now we sit through Shakespeare in order to recognize the quotations." - Oscar Wilde
Her fingertips trail lightly over the thin line of Grace's back, and she smiles as the other woman takes her in a look that could make statues kneel. Ahhhhh, she thinks, here is my distraction for this evening. She couldn't be more wrong ( Read more... )