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This is how a heart breaks (part IV, Finale)
Words. Words. So many of them and all of them so empty and pointless now, in the face of this. In the face of this burden. The loss of it all ached within him, though he could not fathom what would tear at a man like the one they claimed he had been so terribly that he would sacrifice *everything* he had on the altar of renewal…everything except ( Read more... ) -
This is how a heart breaks (part III)
Try as he might, this Sidhe that their…his… love had called Zach could not explain. Everything he said made no sense…they remembered none of it. None of it even seemed remotely familiar to them, fueling the fire until they couldn’t take anything more, turning back toward Curran, his eyes pleading for an explanation, begging him to make it all clear ( Read more... ) -
This is how a heart breaks (part II)
The frustration returned, redoubled by all the things he half remembered, half-knew, but completely felt. Why did he feel these things for this stranger? Why ( Read more... ) -
This is how a heart breaks (part I)
Elation suffused him as he opened his eyes on the darkling trees of the strange, fey glade where the others came together to converse with one another from afar. He’d managed to come here again; almost managed to master the trick of appearing there ( Read more... ) -
{Savage} Danse Macabre (Part II)
Regarding the slender, white clad man before him for moment, Johannes’ face regained some of its earlier stoic pose of duty and determination. His jaw set, his gloved hands at his sides, the answer rolled off his tongue easily…almost as if it were a thing rehearsed, but with a curious, driving emphasis.
( A most worthy answer... ) -
{Savage} Danse Macabre (Part I)
Firelight danced across the shimmering white silk, casting its embroidered surface in a flickering, fitful, reddish glow. Lotus, peacock, pagoda and waterfalls, a celestial paradise for any being to hope for in their repose, all washed in the crimson depths of firelight, stealing some of the stately beauty away from the exquisite funerary garment ( Read more... ) -
Justin's Character History
(My Forsaken PC...here you go. Connections welcome.)
My life…eh, you really want to know? Alright, I guess, but by the time I’m done you better still be awake or at least pay attention since you asked.
( The life and times of just another squatter. ) -
Blood, sweat, and tears...the Parley. (Part 2)
"You come with weapons of destruction and death to spill the lifeblood of your fellow Kithain and bring salt tears unto the earth ( Read more... ) -
Blood, sweat, and tears... (Part 1)
The sun broke the horizon in a coruscating halo of colors, bathing the walls of the keep in a golden warmth that washed away grey anonymity of the pre-dawn gloaming. Atop her walls lined armored men of many shapes and sizes, each armed with a bow and sword, but for two of their number…a lone man clad head to toe in grey that was unrelieved but for ( Read more... ) -
Take another little piece of my heart now baby...
Just a night, an ordinary night...a night like so many others before it...
At least, that is how it beganNaesin slipped into the ICE in a three piece (suit maker name here), feeling as if there were nothing at all that could destroy the state of grace in which he existed. The charcoal-grey was understated, as usual, and the black shirt underneath ( Read more... )