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Jun. 1st, 2013



I fucking hate men.

May. 28th, 2013


[Lucivar, Dean W, Daniel W]

[Locked to Lucivar]
Do you trust whoever you got in your head?

[Locked to Dean W]
Do I need to go introducing myself, or was I expected, sugar?

[Locked to Daniel W]
You got a second for me?

May. 26th, 2013



That felt like one of the worst hangovers of my life.

May. 23rd, 2013



[As Daemon S]

A paper journal that talks back. Mother Night, can this place get any more messed up?



Is there anyone on the other side of the doors from a place called Ebon Askavi? Or Kaeleer in general? Or [...] Hell? Or anywhere near those places? I've got a very pushy man in my head who is looking for his family. And he is now telling me not to make him sound pushy. Okay, I take it back he's not pushy. (He's totally pushy)

And since I'm here I should probably tell everyone who knows me - and apparently all you lovely people who don't (don't care, big day!) - I had a baby this morning. And now I can't sit still. She's kind of perfect. And squishy. Not unlike her mother. HA.

Bacon time.

May. 19th, 2013


sera a.

[Finding her house is easy. Deciding whether or not to make his presence known, that takes time. Five days pass after his conversation with Surreal before he makes up his mind.

It's simple, really. A note, scribbled in messy Italian on the back of an old postcard he somehow managed to find buried beneath old things, is slipped beneath her door.]

It's been a long time, little sister. I understand if you do not want to see me, but if you do, I would like to see you too.

[Instead of a signature, or even initials, he simply leaves a phone number.]

May. 16th, 2013



[He locks it from Beast so he can be exceptionally annoying about it.]

Hey Rose, Henry had to go back to the castle. I figure you knew that or you wouldn't be all the way out there, but he was pretty worked up, so. There you go. Fucking good deed for the day.

May. 13th, 2013



Mother Night It's a confusing thing when the book with my contracts ends up full of names I don't know. How's a girl supposed keep track of who to kill with all this nonsense?