I've been working with two seperate livejournals for the better part of the last year or so, but I believe that the time has come for me to condense them back down into one LJ. So...my posts for all the characters that I might've posted for in *this* LJ are going to be made in the LJ I had originally made for my Awakening PC. I'll use LJ cuts so ( Read more... )

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14:36:13 -0400 (EDT) Greetings, Clinton Cole

This is a quick email to let you know that the following changes have just been made on your application for Background : Title 6 for Shahriel din Bastion Morningstar:
Status set to Approved

Hail to the King, baby.

“You would walk the Camp of Laurels then ( Read more... )

“The first contact we have had with your people in months and it is a request for war? A request for more bloodshed? Is there nothing else your kind can think of ( Read more... )

"Remember, do not look them in the eyes as of yet until I say. Do not attempt legal borders, summons, or arrogance. Act as people, show them you are the same. Then you may do business as nobles ( Read more... )

It began when Maetremo eyed their clothing top to bottom and shook his head as if despairing. Inside them, Naesin growled, ‘What, do you expect us to insult them by dressing as anything but what we are? Should we put on beaded skins and leather made of deer so that we can slap them in the face with the mocking pretense of their own garb?’ even as ( Read more... )

He groaned as he flopped backward onto his bed, burrowing into the plush, down-filled comforter. The moment was over far too quickly as the positioning of his body reminded him rather forcefully that even flesh beyond the grasp of life and the need to breathe or eat could only take so much strain. His hand reached to his waist, loosening the two- ( Read more... )

The corridors of the castle were largely empty but for the servants going about their daily tasks, here and there one of them stopping to eye the unfamiliar Sidhe who meandered through their demesnes with one hand trailing over the tapestries. Even these simple beings could tell that there was something different from other Sidhe about this fey ( Read more... )

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’uncertain sickly appetite to please.The night wind gently caressed his skin with a velvetine embrace, like sliding satin across silk. Unmarred, perfectly white skin, a creature of the night long before she'd come into his ( Read more... )