I’ve just gotten into bed and convinced my toes that they should be warm instead of little pale ice cubes when I hear something downstairs. It’s a faint knocking sound against my door and I sit up, irritated, start reaching for my robe when it comes again, louder, and this time with a whiff of magic behind it. I glance at my clock, the red digital ( Read more... )

November 9, 2007 ( Read more... )

Yoav is looking over the check with an accountant’s fine precision. While he does so, I take the gold coin from my pocket and finger it idly under the table. Curiosity gets the better of me and I cast the rote, a simple trick of mage sight ( Read more... )

March, 2006 ( Read more... )

2004 - Glasgow

Grommet left the instructions to go to Glasgow on her voicemail. A name, a hospital. "Check up on him. I won't need you back here until Thursday." Joule called Grommet three times before she gave up and started checking train schedules. ( Yoav and Joule to Follow )

Papa Twilight flirts with Joule who, for the most part, has never been flirted with in her life. She opens her mouth to speak, but only vowels emerge. She blushes furiously, but Twilight laughs fully and with great depth of humor and Grommet just rolls his eyes ( Read more... )

I'm putting together a new mage for Cam:

Business

It is necessary, on occasion, to contract with Sleepers. Joule doesn't much like it these days, but Sleepers at least are generally polite and will pay in actual money (Remember money? That thing that lets you buy groceries?) as opposed to information or favors or tass. The latter three are ( Read more... )

She reads it, reads it over and over again, hoping that eventually it will make sense.

Come see the house...

...pregnant...She feels like she's gone through a portal and left her stomach behind. She touches the scars through the sweater she wears, lets her cold fingers slip under the warm wool to the thick, ropy flesh underneath. A sharp pain ( Read more... )

Her finger hesitates over the key to send the message, hovering for a moment before she simply hits it with a finality born of regret. She takes the opportunity to wipe her eyes with the heels of her hands, rub her fingers vigorously over her face. She wants to be angry, she wants to feel something other than sorrow, but for the moment? Nothing ( Read more... )

I will be making a filter for Changeling soon on ashtoreth; eventually, it will get moved to its own journal, because I'm a journal junkie. I will be posting my musings regarding the new Changeling: th Lost, its interpretation into the Camarilla, character concepts and fiction, etc. However, in the interim, behind the cut below is the beginnings of a ( Read more... )