Some of you encountered Theo in the brief time he was in play. Some of my favorite writing in this LJ was due to him ( Read more... )

~I had a friend many years ago/ One tragic night he died/ The saddest time of my life/ For weeks and weeks I cried/ Through the anger and through the tears/ I've felt his spirit through the years/ I'd swear, He's watching me/ Guiding me through hard times~She smiled less after the Oath swearing and service taking. When the smile was displayed it ( Read more... )

"And he said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.'" 2 Corinthians 12:9The young man with the feminine face knelt on the thin carpet, hands clasped before him. His eyes were closed, the deep green eyes that seemed so very old and young at once, and with his long hair loose and face turned up to the ( Read more... )

The door to the chamber opened abruptly and the scourge paused in its passage. Moving only his head Theo turned and looked at the vampire who had just burst in. Dimly a portion of his mind took in that she was shorter, built and moved like a fighter, she was naked, her hair was dark, and her eyes scanned the room for danger. But all he could ( Read more... )

*Crack* *Crack* *Snap ( Read more... )

How did they go for so long between torpors and the comforting disassociation that cut the edges off of memories? Even more now after his death than before, memories were mirror bright, sharp edged, stalking up to him unawares to catch him. So long without the peace of true sleep, even now that he had the leisure of enforced sleep for hours there ( Read more... )

The main ballroom was full, knots of kindred standing or sitting everywhere. It was remarkable; Theodoric had never seen such a gathering of laughing, smiling predators hiding behind the masks of civility and etiquette. Until a decade ago he had wondered what burned in the damned to make them gather at all. The Taint would seem to off put any ( Read more... )

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing HallelujahThe fountain pen made a faint scratching sound on the parchment. Old fashioned but that did not render it less than perfect. Gel pens and acid treated paper simply didn't sound right; feel right for this sort of delicate and deliberate ( Read more... )

The night was still and silent for the most part. Being even this short a ways from the town let the stars shine down brilliant and twinkling. A short decade ago, the understanding that the night was all he would ever see again caused pain. A bone deep weariness and sense of loss to someone that had spent so long in the warm embrace of the Sun ( Read more... )