Inveniemus Viam aut Faciemus

Jan 07, 2007 23:37


Sometimes we choose the path we follow. And sometimes our choices are made for us.

In a small tiled room, deep within his tomb, the Warminister sat in utter silence.  His wrists hung off his knees, his hands broken and shattered with splintered bits of bone piercing his knuckles.  Small rivers of blood trickled down his hands and arms, intertwining ( Read more... )

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charliegir1 January 8 2007, 05:04:43 UTC
Beautiful.

Be expecting an IC call sometime this week :)

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katalinalotti January 8 2007, 08:25:53 UTC
That's great writing there ; ).

I also loved your drawing of Ryan's character.

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simon_cassio January 8 2007, 18:41:43 UTC
Danke!!

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diary_invidia January 8 2007, 18:37:30 UTC
Death always knows who is going to profit him most…

absolutely favorite line. well done.

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crimsonrequiem January 8 2007, 23:33:00 UTC
Ditto.

Now...

*ponders*

Is "And in surviving the meantime, I can only hope that the star-crossed lovers realize the freedom they’ve been granted." what i think it is?

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diary_invidia January 8 2007, 23:57:22 UTC
I'm pretty sure it is. =)

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crimsonrequiem January 8 2007, 23:33:55 UTC
Absolutely fantastic. I approve. :P

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