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Back from a long journey
To find yourself, and others, when you really had them with you already ( Read more... ) -
TM goodbye :D
Regrettably, I decided to retire Ranuccio from TM. Well, it's official now, but I haven't been writing him in a long time. He had a good, long run, and I still have his 'voice', but I don't play as much as I used to (if at all) so I have to do this ( Read more... ) -
RL update
The situation here at home is fragile. My mother needs almost constant assistance, right now. Yesterday I had the most scary moment in my life, because she collapsed suddenly convulsing. I'll try to reply to comments and emails asap, when possible. As to rp tags, I'm going on hiatus on TM. I will try to tag what's already going on, but there's very ( Read more... ) -
How do others perceive me?
He would stand outside the mansion for hours at end, from dusk till dawn. Far enough to be out of the security cameras' range, at least those he knew of and remembered. They may have changed. It was just so much easier, with his clients. He knew where he stood with them.There was money, there was a transaction, there was business. They saw ( Read more... ) -
A dream home
A dream home is a place where your parents don't sell you for food and money ( Read more... ) -
Write a letter to yourself as a child
Pen. Paper. The pen is considered for a moment, and then placed back on the table. A pencil. Much better. Ranuccio always ends up with his fingers all tinted with ink. Alec just looks at him, but hasn't said anything. Yet ( Read more... ) -
Talk about Something you did that made you feel Ashamed of yourself afterwards
Stealing was natural. When you were brought up with little more than bread, butter, and the leftovers that your owners left on the table, stealing didn't seem a moral issue, more like the best you could do for yourself. It was bad when they caught you, there was that, but it wasn't as if they didn't expect it from you. You were, after all, gutter ( Read more... ) -
Gioco d'attesa
It wasn't as if Alec has asked him anything. No explanation, no excuses. None asked, and none given. Ranuccio had turned up one morning at dawn, and the door was open for him. He knew the way to his room. There were clothes laid out for him when he woke up, food for him on the table when he wanted to eat. He wandered down to the imposing library, ( Read more... ) -
If you could find out one single fact about every person you met ...
what fact would you want to know, and why?
You mean, if I were like a witch, and the devil could whisper secrets in my ear?
If that didn't get me burned in a square, I reckon...yeah, I reckon I would want to know what they see when they see me.
Because I never really knew. Never think I know. Never feel I do ( Read more... )