Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter is a very curious sensation. Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter for the second time in one's life is stranger still.

After a quick pat down to make sure that he was still intact, or as intact as he last recalled himself being, ( Read more... )

((WILL get NSFW))

It had been a while since Nny had adorned Teatime's neck with its ring of thorns and eyeballs; such fitting scars, healing now, raised and pink. Certainly more decorative (if not more meaningful) than the crescent-shaped bite mark Nny now wore on his hand.

But Teatime was his canvas now, had asked to be. And oh, there was such ( Read more... )

He'd promised to show Teatime his little 'play space', the small outbuilding just off of school grounds he'd filled with repurposed hardware and kitchen tools as well as more conventional objects for causing pain. And Nny was quite eager, actually, looking very much forward to seeing how Teatime would interact with a... specimen... in a more ( Read more... )

( A grubby tupperware container and a stained note )

Teatime woke up with a craving for coffee. He couldn't for the life of him put a finger on why, but the want was there ( Read more... )

( In which an assassin is an assassin. )

Teatime was back. That was angering ( Read more... )

Death had gotten it right.

This was the last thought, and in fact the first thought, in the mind of Jonathan Teatime. This was a dangerous thought. Some might say, a bad thought. It was a thought that, while being spun along the uneven lines of Teatime's mind, brought with it a feeling of justification. A feeling that wrapped itself around him like ( Read more... )

Only moments before, Roxas had felt what he could only describe as a warm glow. Something in the back of his mind told him he had become whole, had reunited with his Somebody. Shortly before that, he was having sea-salt ice cream with his best friend ( Read more... )

A stone room wasn't the ideal place to sun oneself, but Scar hardly noticed the difference. The bottom of Pride Rock, a stone floor, it wasn't all that different, really. Lying sprawled on his back, Scar twisted his head slightly to lazily glance around the room - upside-down in his vision - and blew out a morose sounding sigh, continuing to fan ( Read more... )