This will be my final post in this LJ ( Read more... )

Other than email, I will be out of commission for a week or two.

Probably not going to check such things as IC LJ, and will sporadic, at best, in IRC. Possibly non existant.

Not going into it here.

"Blessed God of the Heavens, give me the strength to endure. Like your perfect blade, under heat and pressure, so too will I become your weapon, your holy preditor. Give me endurance, that is all I ask ( Read more... )

"Ishtar ( Read more... )

There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned," She whispered in Magyarol, in rusty memory of a religion long since left behind. Bishop Szilvas took her hands in hers, and smiled gently, as a father would to a child.

There's a ( Read more... )

Sarafim was on the floor, playing cards with the Good Doctor. Of course, the more obvious bet was the apparel wearing, but the bet underneath was what really counted. Another form of danse, seeing what was underneath, not only of the flesh, but the soul.

That was when this all started. This was when I questioned things. Luk spoke to her in ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night, or was it last year. Maybe it was this morning ( Read more... )

Your Score: House Targaryen

72% Dominant, 72% Extroverted, 54% Trustworthy


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Her violent, turbulant dreams shifted, and she was back at the hotel in Seattle.

She felt his blood coursing through her veins. She smelled his scent even after he left the room. It was maddening, this obsession...this ... fixation She went down to the lobby and found him playing the piano. He mentioned he could play several instruments, ( Read more... )

Sara was nakid. Her cunieform scars were lit by the light of the moon. In addition, she had burned designs into her skin for formality and rite. She was dancing with a hypnotic sway of her hips, dancing to seduce the night around a group of pillars ( Read more... )