Tomorrow's my birthday. Normally, I'd stay at home, have some wine. Listen to some music.

This year, I'm too pissed off at whoever's pretending to be Wes Janson, claiming that my kinsman is alive.

Wherever you are.

Damn these journals.

I don't need an email reminder that my kinsman's birthday is coming up and he's dead.

It's done.

Not by me, don't worry, but I stood by and watched him die nonetheless. I'm just as guilty.

OOC: Part of the avenging deaths thread found HERE. Posted in Duncan's LJ for my own memories."Shit," Duncan muttered under his breath after he'd taken out a few more men and saw the captain moving towards Face's side. He hurried his stride and flagged the man down ( Read more... )

OOC: Part of the service in Scotland found HERE. Posted in Duncan's LJ for my own memories.Duncan was grateful that Connor spoke first, and he nodded to his brother to let him know that. Still, despite what Connor had said about it not being Duncan's fault, he couldn't shake the guilt. He finally stepped forward, head down, and tried to work out ( Read more... )

After talking with Darius, Fitz, and everyone else at the wake, Duncan and Bella booked a flight out of New York ( Read more... )

A slash in a downward arc, and soon the darkness of the night was filled with lightning and the familiar sense of the power that Duncan would get from the Quickening. Katana raised above his head as if he alone was some sort of lightning rod, the surge of energy hit his blade and then flowed through him, filling him with a sense of pain. When it ( Read more... )