*Written in Hook's journal, a heavy, leatherbound book that usually lives safely in the sea-chest behind the door of his Nexus room:*

Three years.

When one is young, that is an eternity of time. Unthinkable. To me, now, a series of events, running past me rather than I, the traveller, travelling through them.

Time, perhaps, to stop observing and ( Read more... )

( Wonderful.Just wonderful. )

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Reply to this post with anything you'd like and I'll tell you why I friended you and two things I love about how you play your muse. The only catch? You have to repost this as well.

Haven't done one of these (or indeed anything! I hear you cry) for ages.

I dislike the term "fraudster". Being more intelligent than others should not carry such a weighty stigma.