{Type} Instagram post. {Who} Public. {When} Monday, mid-day, Week #17
It's funny, the way some of us think we're so invisible through history. I found this in the town library, during my recent visit back to Italy. This would have been around 1918, a year or so before I was turned. A handsome devil, if I do say so myself, even if I was underfed.
TYPE: Blog STATUS: Open DATE: Week 14, Wednesday afternoon.
Making bored housewives clutch their metaphoric pearls is far more fun than it has any right to be. That being said Virginia proves to be every bit as quaint as I've been warned. Though there is something to be said for small towns.
Stefan is happy, at least. The happiest I've seen him so far.
It's Christmas week. It's been a great year. I haven't even minded the nonstop Christmas music playing, or all the decorations. Enzo and I have lights up. That was a little more of a project, but it was fun.
Given that the unpacking is largely done, and the weather insists on taking a turn for the frigid, I can't help but think that this would the perfect time to make Sıcak Şarap.
So done with this human bullshit First I'm sweating, then chills. I hate tea, except this honey-lemon stuff. Cough syrup tastes like rotten feet that just stepped in a pile of shit. This shit needs to go away.
I burnt my hand on the stove. Can this week stop being a big bag of dicks?
Where is a doctor when I need one? That's you, Arik.
{Locked: Enzo} Ready to make an appearance together, or another one. I hear there is quite a variety of flavors at this little gathering. It's got the 3Bs - Blood, Booze, Bed. That is very hard to turn down.
When: Week 7, Sunday evening after sunset Type: Invite hand delivered by a hired courier Sent to: All Vampires (including slaves) residing on Hiddekel Island