OOC: This scene takes place before the events of the Africa proxy. It is also based on the song meme - Serenity by Godsmack, recommend by Dire5. I didn't directly use the lyrics, but if you compare them to the story, I think the way it was incorporated will become clear ( Read more... )

What if she had been able in time and with magics - to use this to drain from us, into it or into herself?

My love, know you are right. This could never go into her hands. And now it never will.

Again, she provokes the sensation of pain by laying hand on the burns over her heart. Pain which affirms that she is in the realm of the physical.

I ( Read more... )

The Amazon's jaw tightens. Dropping her arms to her sides, the knife firmly in her right hand, while the fingers of her left curl into a clenched fist ( Read more... )

"It is not for me to tell you the way, only to point out the path. To tell you directly would be as if to try to dictate to Fate, change history... or the future."

( Invocation )

"You don't want to end up like the poor Akhud now do you?"

( What do the Moirae demand? )

"Well, it seems I am at the right place at the right time. How odd that. Please, go ahead and do your..." he waves his hand languidly as punctuation, "...dagger thing. I am so intrigued by what might happen next.”

*You are not the only one.*

( Wherein things do happen )

Note: This story comes from a proxy scene run last week. Portions of some emails I have edited and at times rewritten for flow ( Read more... )

With a soft sigh, but a look of determination on her face, Aspasia moves from the couch and takes a seat on the dust-coated pillows, trading Raven's journal for the book always left on the table resting against the back of the couch. Tracing her hand over the embroidery, with her back resting against the wall by the fireplace, she places a ( Read more... )

I am Raven ( Read more... )

Aspasia slips the leather strap up over her neck and pulls the key away from her skin, as she advances up the steps. Cobwebs hang from the eaves, and where the posts of the porch meet the ceiling. A layer of dust on the wooden boards is evenly distributed with no tracks or other signs of recent disturbance ( Read more... )