but once i hold on, i won't let go 'til it bleeds

[defective_dream]

“You are a sick, sick bastard.”

“Ah, but ma petite belle. I am your sick bastard.”

The weretiger snorted, amusement and fear contorting her face into a grimace as she stared up at the vampire who had his hands cupped over his face, lighting a cigarette.

“You’re not my anything, thank God

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[glass_wishes]

You need to THUMP Lucy on the head and make her post!! I miss writing with you, you bastid!

::slumps and falls, wasted and parched having gone through a desert that had no Ange::

[defective_dream]

.. I would, that or convince you to just slide on ahead to where Jean-Claude can take a break and come out of the room for abit. Patrick needs someone to save him anyway. :amused snort: However, I don't want to draw the wrath of Lucy down upon myself. And as much fun as it would be.. :ponders, sharp half-grin: I'm trying to be good in the Holiday Season.

:consoles, smiling gently: You know, half the reason I do these little pointless blurbs is to drive the people on my friends-list who are waiting for me to post starkly crazy. :snerk, annnnd ducks the claws of a few certain frendly-types: Or just generaly annoyed..

'Tis the season.