Would you regicide-happy morons stop sending horsefuckers here? For crying out loud. Sure, normally I'd be all for that, but it makes Hanild cry and anyway I'm trying to get a baby to sleep here.

Wulf: *lies flopped on his stomach on his sofa, chin buried in the crook of his elbow, other arm dangling, unmoving, blankly watching the ghosts of ants scurry by on the way to whatever version of Mandos awaits 'em*

Hanild: *pokes her head in, smiling briefly when she sees him* Oh good, you're here. *walks to the couch, places several bags on the ( Read more... )

Hanild: *after wandering around Mandos for a while, she makes her way to the area Jade told her Wulf's couch was* Hello? ...Hellooo? *seeing no one, she sits Gram at one end and goes about folding the blankets strewn about into a neat pile at the other end* I guess we'll wait for a bit... *sits beside the baby and starts a game of peek-a-boo, ( Read more... )

*BITES*

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!$%#^$%&^#%$&^#!!!

*bolts under Jade's desk and hisses like a teakettle*

*twitches*

Gram, eh? Not much of a name, but maybe you'll make something of it. Dark hair...just like mine...bet Helm isn't too happy about that...bet he'd eventually arrange to be rid of you, wipe the "taint" out of the family tree...well, not if *I* can help it. You'll stay here with ME, and nobody will ever hurt you, and that's all there is to it. Don' ( Read more... )

( In which Vanthene delivers a very special package to the Halls )

............

Well.

I see.

Odd how a man's priorities can change so suddenly.

Vanthene? We need to talk.

Wulf: *insolently* So, Luthien sweetheart, has your devoted husband told you what he did the night before the wedding yet? Ooops, I meant to say WHO he did the night before the wedding.

Luthien: ... *SMITE*

Wulf: Ow. Just tryin' to help.

Luthien: First off, don't call me sweetheart. Second, don't taunt hormonal pregnant Maia women. Third, yes ( Read more... )