Now the daggers are drawn,
And the beggars perform.
Whose the crook in this
crime?

In which its goldarned time that Nevada Iolanthe progressed from amusing concept to legit character. We'll begin by assigning him a playground. He's too human for Chandra, too magic for PC, and too Mary Sue for Fanwork.

That leaves St Francis. Lets do this shit.

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Like you imagined,
When You were
Young.

A series of brief (I mean, micro-brief) snippets of childhood fantasies.

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Not really a piece worth reading
Just some simple exercises.
I got bored.

Who was your first character?

Nef Revlis (currently Neph Revlis). Her first incarnate was not, however, the vicious scientist we've all come to hate. In fact, she was the leader of the Organics rebellion in the original draft of permanent Changes, a futuristic sci-fi war between ( Read more... )

Tastes so sweet.
So, you have people like
Revlis the psycho
Pan, god of Panic
Mary the misplaced Alpha,
Horatio, the master of technology
And you're afraid of
Lyss-bliss?

Well, if you say so.

"So...wait... If someone starts after me, you'll be there ,though. You're always here. I can't go ten minutes without seeing you." Alyssa said, her voice betraying ( Read more... )

Some people like it rough,
We make it rough.The very first time she'd associated pain and pleasure... The very first time she'd been pleasured, of course. The curse of womankind, to suffer pain before pleasure. But, He had taken care of her, made it okay. Because he wouldn't hurt her, that wasn't how it worked. Maybe it was something wrong with her.

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Far too lazy to actually particpate
In table and 101 challenges
But sometimes the prompts...

Abby remembers most of his life with the dim haziness of things that happened months or years ago. The details are words, not images, and the images are grainy and vague.

But, part of his life is so painfully clear in his mind, the sort of short term recall ( Read more... )

Something always brings me 
Back to you
It never takes too long

Lyss doesn't anger easily, and even when she does, it never lasts. It's too hard, to be angry. To burn and smoulder takes effort and energy that she has never had. In the end, she always goes back, and he's always there, waiting for her, with that expression halfway between sad that she ( Read more... )

"What's a Plum Bun, Lyssie-miss?"

"Dunno. I figure it's prolly like a plum pudding, but individual."

"Oh. So that's why it smells like Christmas in here."

"Shut up. You're Greek, remember? You had lamb and kabobs for Christmas. I'm the one who had puddings. Yorkshires and plum. Best of the best."

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Her birthday was in December
It's January by the time he remembers

Abby knew he ought to feel exceptionally stupid, just from the way Lyss was staring at him, blankly. Like he'd gone insane. He could feel the temperature on the little cottage rise, and didn't need to dig into the woman's mind to know he'd done something very, very wrong.

"You mean to ( Read more... )

Christmas break has given
Me enough bored, spare time
To actually get involved with
101 Kisses

How they met:
From a different point of view.

She had heard the footsteps pounding towards her a good, long time ago. But, Lyss was perfectly happy being where she was, her butt on the dry concrete and her hands fiddling with the wet, soft grass. It had taken ( Read more... )