Something I did a few days ago. Probably won't make much sense to those outside the RP circle, but whatever! Criticism on form only is still welcome.

Metyra/Deacon in nature, but there's nothing explicit in the text.

Deacon is mine, and Metyra belongs to the wonderful Miss Kat.

Red.

It was the only colour he had left.  It had somehow infiltrated the ( Read more... )

Nothing quite compares with that brief, black instant where you realize you will never see them again.  Your friend, your brother, your lover-gone forever.  Even if you saw it happen, it doesn’t always get you in that moment.  You deny it and bury it under the other things that clutter your mind, and you let yourself forget until you don’t see them ( Read more... )