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Please welcome absinthe_lust and once again, I apologise for taking so long to do the intro! I need another day in the week.
Spotted this writer about six months or so and really liked a piece I read, but then found out that that piece was the only piece she'd ever done for the Potterdom, so decided not to jump in with both feet but to wait to see what else she came up with. She didn't dissapoint.
This is from her latest: Undertow (James/Regulus) R
Far beyond the almost painful veneer of normalcy lies a place where everyone is a villain, where there are no heroes, where happy endings are the fairy tale itself. Here, morals are relative, excuses are a dime a dozen, and no good deed goes unpunished. Herein lies the thriving heart of decadence.
Yum.
and this from The beginning of summer (autumn's demise) James/Sirius PG13 which is a sad little piece showing the fracture and breaking of a love that couldn't last. Delicious.
The patron saints of jealousy sat anxiously on the mantel, eyes as green as absinthe, waiting and watching for the next opportunity to strike. But Remus shakes his head, Sirius buries his face in his book without a word, and they settle back down again, ever patient.
Welcome hun - hope you have fun here!
(and 599 watchers! It looks like I might get 600 watchers for xmas! squeeeee!!!!!!!)
Spotted this writer about six months or so and really liked a piece I read, but then found out that that piece was the only piece she'd ever done for the Potterdom, so decided not to jump in with both feet but to wait to see what else she came up with. She didn't dissapoint.
This is from her latest: Undertow (James/Regulus) R
Far beyond the almost painful veneer of normalcy lies a place where everyone is a villain, where there are no heroes, where happy endings are the fairy tale itself. Here, morals are relative, excuses are a dime a dozen, and no good deed goes unpunished. Herein lies the thriving heart of decadence.
Yum.
and this from The beginning of summer (autumn's demise) James/Sirius PG13 which is a sad little piece showing the fracture and breaking of a love that couldn't last. Delicious.
The patron saints of jealousy sat anxiously on the mantel, eyes as green as absinthe, waiting and watching for the next opportunity to strike. But Remus shakes his head, Sirius buries his face in his book without a word, and they settle back down again, ever patient.
Welcome hun - hope you have fun here!
(and 599 watchers! It looks like I might get 600 watchers for xmas! squeeeee!!!!!!!)