(no subject)

[stridersgonnastride]

[OOM:

But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?

-English Poet Laureate, Edmund Spenser]

oom

[i_am_your_host]

[ The Master of Ceremonies ... has a vampire. And he teaches him how to be good.

"Why is the world like that?"
"I don't know, Eric. Every world has its monsters."
... "Like me." ]


Warnings: Sex and vampirism for about the first half, frequent snuggling for the rest.

(no subject)

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen enters the bar today carrying a large stack of papers, including several bound ledgers, a few broadsheets, and a ridiculous number of letters and messages.

Someone, it seems, is researching mercenary bands. Meraad is well on her way to finishing her apprenticeship, and she wants to travel. While Ysalwen trusts Meraad's researching skills, she'd be a terrible advisor if she didn't know anything she was talking about.

So it's time, it appears, to switch to research mode again.

Liranan grumbles a little, because sitting around while Ysa reads is boring, but she placates him with a deer haunch and the promise of going outside to play frisbee a little later.

In the meantime, she's now seated a table absolutely covered in various stacks of papers, taking flurries of notes down on her tablet-book. Liranan is eating his quarter of a deer under the table.

Maybe she will remember to take him outside before it gets full dark.

Liranan is not holding his breath.

(no subject)

[collects_strays]

There's a stir at the edge of the forest. First rustling leaves, then footsteps scattering the underbrush, then barking, loud and excited and uncontainable. The dogs jump out from the trees, dashing back and forth and circling the man who has just emerged from the forest with them.

Graham crouches down in the grass, arms open. He murmurs to them, mostly "Hey, hey...," over and over, as the dogs keep barking, jumping and tussling a little with each other for room. They're maybe a little impatient that there's seven of them, and Graham only has two hands.

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