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EEEEEEEEEEE MAGGIE'S COMING OVER TO STAY WITH ME THIS SUMMER AND EEEEEEEEEEE I AM SO HAPPY AND EEEEEE WE'RE GOING TO VISIT EMMA IN ENGLAND AND EEEEEEEEEEEEE. And there will be Skansen and the archipelago and the SF bookstore and Gamla Stan and lots of hugging and showing of places were people have lopped people's heads off (there are lots of those in Stockholm) and the Nationalmuseum and it will be SO MUCH FUN.
*runs around in circles, flailing madly and then sits down to stare at a calendar to make time go faster*
Meanwhile, in another part of Ekwy's brain:
...You have to love an idea like this. Ah, BPAL and writing, two great vices of mine... Clever, clever 6impearfics.
Sin and Salvation
Dirty
A wonderful antidote to an all-nighter oozing with drunken, addled perversion and debauchery. A fresh, crisp white linen scent: perfectly clean, perfectly breezy.
Anathema
A scent as heavy as thunder from the Vatican, with notes that inspire every sin and excess. Black opium, with vetivert and honeysuckle.
Sea of Glass
Upon the Sea of Glass, glowing with the perfection of spiritual union and the radiance of true wisdom, rests the throne of God. A scent of inimitable purity, crystalline grace, and limitless light.
Dorian
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself. Refined, elegant, and lovely, with a noble bearing and seemingly gentle air. This blend is an artful deception: a sweet gilded blossom lying over a twisted and corrupted core. A Victorian fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.
Fallen
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heav'n. This is our song to Lucifer, Lucis Ferre, Heosphoros, the Morning Star, the Brilliant One and the Son of the Morning. The essence of overweening pride and unearthly angelic beauty. A regal scent, glowing darkly, elegant and patrician, but unfathomably desolate. Cherubic white sandalwood and golden musk with a dark halo of amber, a breath of imperial florals, unbending woods, and the shadow cast by vetiver and violet.
Rose Cross
A profound symbol of an individual's personal initiatic process, spiritual refinement and evolution, synthesis, grace found as a result of trial and suffering, and the alchemical process by which we transform the raw essence of our souls through light in extension. This is a holy oil, a representation of the triumph of spirit over matter: purest rose with sacred frankincense.
*runs around, trying to hide from the effing rabid plot bunnies* If I write them about Brice, WILL YOU LEAVE ME THE HECK ALONE?!
Plot bunnies are so rude nowadays. *nurses bleeding ankle*
*runs around in circles, flailing madly and then sits down to stare at a calendar to make time go faster*
Meanwhile, in another part of Ekwy's brain:
...You have to love an idea like this. Ah, BPAL and writing, two great vices of mine... Clever, clever 6impearfics.
Sin and Salvation
Dirty
A wonderful antidote to an all-nighter oozing with drunken, addled perversion and debauchery. A fresh, crisp white linen scent: perfectly clean, perfectly breezy.
Anathema
A scent as heavy as thunder from the Vatican, with notes that inspire every sin and excess. Black opium, with vetivert and honeysuckle.
Sea of Glass
Upon the Sea of Glass, glowing with the perfection of spiritual union and the radiance of true wisdom, rests the throne of God. A scent of inimitable purity, crystalline grace, and limitless light.
Dorian
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself. Refined, elegant, and lovely, with a noble bearing and seemingly gentle air. This blend is an artful deception: a sweet gilded blossom lying over a twisted and corrupted core. A Victorian fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.
Fallen
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heav'n. This is our song to Lucifer, Lucis Ferre, Heosphoros, the Morning Star, the Brilliant One and the Son of the Morning. The essence of overweening pride and unearthly angelic beauty. A regal scent, glowing darkly, elegant and patrician, but unfathomably desolate. Cherubic white sandalwood and golden musk with a dark halo of amber, a breath of imperial florals, unbending woods, and the shadow cast by vetiver and violet.
Rose Cross
A profound symbol of an individual's personal initiatic process, spiritual refinement and evolution, synthesis, grace found as a result of trial and suffering, and the alchemical process by which we transform the raw essence of our souls through light in extension. This is a holy oil, a representation of the triumph of spirit over matter: purest rose with sacred frankincense.
*runs around, trying to hide from the effing rabid plot bunnies* If I write them about Brice, WILL YOU LEAVE ME THE HECK ALONE?!
Plot bunnies are so rude nowadays. *nurses bleeding ankle*