The attention to detail said more about his character than any words they exchanged. In this case, it was the coffee. He was right; it was rich, dark and deep, with the faint undersmell of rosewater. A small bit of what she once called home transplanted onto the shores of this brave new world. It underlined their whole conversation, reminders ( Read more... )

And the priestess spoke again and said:

Speak to us of Reason and Passion.

And he answered saying:
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite ( Read more... )

She was cold. The chill on her skin would not go away. No amount of coffee, warm baths, or hot stone massage at the spa had been able to pierce it. It was as if it had settled into her soul.

( Considering the situation, that was very possible. )

( ...Your shit needs something, I'm there. Apparently your shit needs to talk. But don't fucking mistake listening for caring... )

Spring Night in the Imperial Chancellery
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birdsflying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as they look down on the myriad doors of the palace, and the moon's light increases as she moves into the ninefold sky. Unable to sleep, I seem to hear the sound of the bronze-clad ( Read more... )

( A brother's view: little sisters and little abyssals. )

His eyes were sincere as he looked up at her. The way he knelt before her and clasped her hand within his reminded her of ages past.

I'm considering sleeping.Eyes that had known her longer than she remembered darkened as he considered her words. There was an emotion growing in those familiar eyes. Pity ( Read more... )

The child was charming. Servants that could deal with the unusual were rare, and this one handled the crazy pink vampire perfectly. So much can be told about a person from the servants they keep. They reflect their masters, and the little boy did his justice ( Read more... )

( Falling asleep. Eight times over. )

The lot next to the train tracks was just as she remembered it ( Read more... )