The relationship that we had was false. He never really cared for the things that I did because he never really cared for me. And yet I returned to him time and time again, hoping that he would give me something I could never get for myself. I was trapped in his web, you see, and I had no idea about that confinement ( Read more... )

AS OF MONDAY MORNING, THIS POST IS DELETED. THE COMMENTS STILL APPEAR, BUT THERE IS NOTHING BUT SILENCE HERE.

( Cut for the curious... )

[The people on level 7 might have heard a fit of epic proportions going on most of the evening. Iago has thrown down his bookshelves, tipped over his desk and upended his bed the best he can. But he's deliberately turned on his communicator now and is drunk. Absolutely, completely, almost blind drunk. He's kicked his door in already and it's open, ( Read more... )

( Private to the Marquis )

Is it already time for new arrivals? These past few weeks just seemed to disappear before I even realized they started. It is odd to realize that this will be my second Christmas here.

This time of year with the Master was much more amusing. At least there was no mistletoe about.

[Private to Angelica]

I never did thank you for the kindness you ( Read more... )

[Private to the Master]

What did you do to me? It's fading now but...what was it?

[Private to the Marquis]

I don't want to work in the kitchens. Will you transfer me to the library?

[Iago is sitting behind his desk at his home, in a red uniform, as he leans forward towards the camera. He links his hands together and presses one finger against his lips for just a second before he considers what he wants to say. There is a cigarette between his fingers, as he, like Judas, took up smoking. Unlike Judas...Iago is not trying to ( Read more... )