The userpic is Dishonored because that's how I feel when posting the final chapter of this fic.

I jest.

( “…Miss Grayson. Are you okay? Miss Grayson!” )

I am both shocked and humbled that you people like this old-ass story.

( The hour was somewhere in the early morning, but I wasn't in the least bit tired. )

It's Dredge-Up Friday! I feel slightly embarrassed looking over melodramatic old fics like this, but I suppose it does them better than sitting to rot on my computer. I'll try and post all three chapters this time. The other two need editing.

And what the hell is with this new LJ layout? Yeesh.

( “Miss Grayson! Welcome, welcome! I trust your journey was pleasant?” )