Inter-dimensional travel was never pretty.  Damian had read reports of being sucked into an alternate reality where everything that didn't matter was the same and the few things that did were altered in some key, disturbing fashion.  And considering his line of work, he had always figured it would only be a matter of time until he experienced the ( Read more... )

This year, Klingsor is sure that he won't have the same fiasco on his hands that he did last summer. He placed wards around the melon patch as well as the bounds of his garden, reinforcing them with an extra bit of his will every few days. He's sure he's covered, that the garden will be protected and the powers in this place won't tamper with his ( Read more... )

She could have sworn she'd just opened the door to her room. But instead of four familiar walls, her bed, there iss a decidedly unfamiliar room that looks nothing at all like any room she's ever seen in Winterfell. The door under her hand even feels unfamiliar; the wood treated to be glossy and smooth. Arya takes a step back, letting the door swing ( Read more... )

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Ryuk is bored, again. Still. Even chandelier surfing has lost its sparkle and he hasn't found a real replacement vuvuzela for the one that got a bit cut up on the night of the mad midnight serenade ( Read more... )

     Dawn.

The rising sun stretches golden, warm rays over the graceful curves and dips of the snow drifts on the lawn of the Mansion, clinging to the tree branches and eaves of the roof.  It snowed afresh last night, and the only marks currently breaking the canvas are the random, scarce tracks of birds and squirrels foraging in the crisp ( Read more... )

As suddenly as he'd come and gone before, Cosmo suddenly appears in the common room. He glances around in confusion ( Read more... )

It's a fresh autumn afternoon and Merlin is taking a break from his winter preparations. He's found a hollow piece of wood, and he's played with it, crafted it into a rudimentary flute. He's sitting on a tree stub out in a clearing and playing it slowly, experimenting. It's sometimes good, sometimes terrible, sometimes soulful, sometimes playful.

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Finally, everything's ready - and Johnny's been in a better place than he has been in a long time. It has to do with a lot of factors: there's a basement bar that he can call home, and though it's not the Underground Cafe, it's close enough - better, almost, because that's one he worked to get into shape. Now, he would love to have Marie-Jeanne ( Read more... )