Bendytime to Monday morning.

"You're sure she's all right?"

"You have my word."

Channing sniffed testily, eyes riveted to the stage where the chorus was rehearsing as Mike Kellar worked on the samurai statue for one of her routines. "I hardly trust it. You're not just a god, you're a fickle one."

"You know nothing about me."Turning to face the ( Read more... )

NOTE: Takes place about two weeks ago.

Soft like a rose cloaked in daggers
Your grin I can lease for the anger
I'm sorry
You felt that
You needed to hide
The difference inside youFalling in love was hard enough, falling twice was harder still. There was, however, nothing more difficult than forgetting love and then remembering, with painful and ( Read more... )

[Going to kill my art director...]