Woah. Has it really been nearly a year?

*click*tappety-tap*click*

Shit. It has. January....

The redhead pauses, pushing a stray strand of dark auburn hair back out of his eyes as he stares at the screen at the last entry on the blog. He winces in rememberence.

God, I was so fucked up back then. We all were.He reaches for the steaming coffee mug ( Read more... )

He is aware of a presence nearby; a small, slightly cold hand briefly brushes his as the fragile tea cup is deftly retrieved. Though he knows it is his brother, he does not stir; all too recently it was that the slightest movement was agony and although he is fully healed now, still there is the subconscious expectation of pain at any unwary move. ( Read more... )

Life just never seems to stop, does it ( Read more... )

Lucien walks slowly over and sits beside Marius as he lounges on the couch. He reaches out slowly and strokes the white-haired man's hair gently. Marius rubs his head against Lucien's hand and looks miserable ( Read more... )

Reminder to self: angelic moonshine is stronger than vodka - and doesn't feel too angelic the following morning.

Ugh. My head. *groans*

Also reminder to self: the rope burns are starting to get hard to hide. Must buy more scarves.

Where the hell did Eric get to?

I think something was up with that last batch Mickey gave me... been feeling real bad since last night. Or maybe it was the new guy at the club. He looks kind of familiar but I can't think where from ( Read more... )

In Paris. Yay for Paris nightlife!

Gotta go. Meeting Mickey in an hour; he says he has something "special" for me for tonight. He also has some friends he wants me to meet.

I've borrowed Percy's white PVC mini skirt. It suits me far better than him.

Please state your full Name.
"Marius Eretrebus Asmodey."

And how old are you?
"Hahahaha!! Older than I look." *smiles*

How tall are you?
"6' 8", last time I measured myself."

Hair colour?
"Naturally white."

Eye colour?
"Lavender."

What is your Occupation?
"International model and overpaid clotheshorse." *snorts*

What is your favorite colour?" ( Read more... )

He came to me ( Read more... )

Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated.