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Working on new requiem pc
Tentative requiem background - looking for thoughts, feedback, that kind of stuff.
"Sure"
Sure is, in some ways, a stereotypical old Gangrel. She's been nomadic for so long, she doesn't actually remember any other kind of life. But she's also not really clear on who she is - and her memories are confusing and sketchy.
Sure is actually pretty ( Read more... ) -
The Setting Sun
She wore black all the time now, nothing left in her closet but that color, and hugging the wall, the brown and gold dress she had worn unknowingly to her wedding. It was one less thing to think about, to reach in and take out her slacks and blouse. Dressing in them, she listened to the quiet breathing in the house. All quiet, all sleeping ( Read more... ) -
Meditations on a Glass Harmonium
Can this be true? An old wonder, not an ancient one, a magic still forgotten ( Read more... ) -
Promises
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
There was a moment where she chose to let it go. Where she realized that she couldn't be the owner of the stupidity that someone else ( Read more... ) -
Parable of Wolves
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace ( Read more... ) -
The Short Goodbye
I turn and walk away from the words I had known were coming for me. I told Raphael that if the cabal wasn't going to have to shatter, Project would have to be the one to end this. Even knowing that it was the way things were going to be, it's still sharper than a knife ( Read more... ) -
Freedom from skin
Even her body felt like a cage, for the heartbeat she returned to it. A breath, a sentence. Another. She dove back into the shadow, to follow ( Read more... ) -
A quick guide to the tags for IC entries.
Current characters:
gauss - Gabby's entries (Requiem)
chaya - Callie's entries (Awakening)
sera - Vitrea's entries (Awakening)
pandemonium - Jehane's entries (Sabbat)
wrench - Rosa's entries (Geist)
Old characters:
hawk - Giselle's entries.
maat - Annie's entries.
tinker - entries for a changeling I never made.
background - a bunch of owod pc backgrounds
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Running Hard
The idea of sleep is nice, but there's too much in her head to succumb to it, no matter how tempting the bed or the partner in it with her.
She can feel the demon under her skin, the one she met in the shadow of the Iron watchtower. It is all silken laughter, and it tells her, "This is what happens when you do not rule your emotions, foolish little ( Read more... ) -
Sunday Night
Each part had been carefully tucked away, his eyes were soaking in the cleaning bath. She turned, and watched his still form breath for a long moment. She tried to match her breathing to his, failed. She turned and went to the box she had stowed in the closet. She ignored the items on the top, moving the accouterments of pleasure out of her way and ( Read more... )