*Locked only to Nathan, Peter, Sasha, Gabriel, and Alexa ( Read more... )

She wore all white. The people that mattered didn't question it and even if they had, she wouldn't have paid them any mind. It didn't matter that it was raining, or that that wretched woman was glaring at her. Angela had threatened not to come at all and it was all she could do to bite her tongue and tell her to stay away. But she couldn't. So she ( Read more... )

It's been one day since she found out that Nathan was shot. In those four days, her entire world would shattered. It is hard enough, fearing you'd lost your best friend and nearly the only person you trusted with EVERYTHING in your life. But then ( Read more... )

So. Where to begin. *sigh ( Read more... )

I have lived for many things in my lifetime, though admittedly most of it was rather negative ( Read more... )

Malaga, Spain. 1376"We should have a painting done," Cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as Emmalina came through the door, her eyes glittering, "Who was that artist Ramirez said he knew ( Read more... )

Roland.
Duncan.
Methos, seeing as how he's too damn stubborn to die.I have no bloody idea anymore. What I'm fairly certain of is that it is not me, without a shadow of a doubt. I've stayed out of the game, literal and figurative, for most of my life. I simply had no urge to play. And frankly, I rarely play well with others anyway ( Read more... )

I've lost so many things that I'm not sure where to start. Most who know me would say my mind at some points and I can tell you that it would be hard to argue with them. My innocence, perhaps. Of course that was so long ago, that most people think I should forget it ever happened ( Read more... )

I saw him ( Read more... )

((ooc: Warning. There's some violence ahead. Possibly not work safe...))

( The Return of Roland )