It's been pointed out to me that six months is a fairly long absence and that I have returned only with a collection of random thoughts and moods ( Read more... )

It was almost four by the time the three of us descended to the cellars of my mansion. The fire hadn’t reached down there. The lights worked without flickering but the scent of damp was stronger.

Marius looked as thoughtful as he had since he had arrived. I didn’t much like it. He wore a burgundy red sweater against the faint chill of London rain. I ( Read more... )

His voice is so familiar and so welcome that if it had substance I could have kissed it. Marius will soon gather Louis into his care ( Read more... )

Starless night.

We arrived as the wind picked up, blowing off the Chaîne des Puys, the chain of ancient volcanoes which cross the north of Auvergne. Louis had the sense not to struggle as Armand and I spirited him through the icy air like two malicious sprites from a fairytale, but once his feet touched solid ground he lurched away from us before ( Read more... )

I’ve been daring it to abrase me, to make me feel something and perhaps it has, but not every experience can be neatly categorized into “good” and “bad.” Some may need a third category in which to be quantified. Ah, hell with it.


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If Louis didn't think me insane before I came upon this journal entry he's certainly in no doubt now. I swear, if I see his blank and uncomprehending expression as he tries valiantly to see what the hell I'm laughing at, it's going to set me off again.


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