The Other Side - Ch. 11/?
Title: The Other Side - Ch.11/?
Author: kaybee38
Word Count: 2260
Rating:R
Pairings: Minho/Onew, ninja!JongKey, Cousin!Taemin
Genre:vampire, fantasy, sci-fi, character death, sexytimes!
Disclaimer: SHinee and DBSK are owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Minho’s a vampire, Key’s a shapeshifter, Jjong is a werewolf and Taemin is a vampire hunter. Jinki is the mortal object of Minho’s affection, or is he? Only Taemin, (Jinki’s cousin) knows the truth. (Oh yeah, and Changmin's a sorcerer).
A/N: Hey, I'm back! With Porn! Minho and Jinki have sex and Taemin realizes that there's a LOT that Shim's not telling him. This story is brought to you by this song.(This chapter has only been moderately edited, feel free to tell me anything that I may have missed.)
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The Other Side - Ch. 11
I think you’re trying to kill me.
Jinki thought, as the vampire lapped and sucked a fresh bruise into the sensitive skin on his neck between his earlobe and his collarbone.
Minho chuckled low and deep, his voice vibrating through Jinki’s chest as he laved at one of Jinki’s nipples until it stood at attention.
Jinki knew full well Minho could read his thoughts.
Just like he could read his.
Minho had taken over all of his senses so quickly that Jinki was filled with what could only be described as disorientation. He was hot yet cold, couldn’t tell up from down, the moments that Minho’s mouth was away from his but his hands were on him, he felt empty yet full.
He was sweating and shivering at the same time.
I’m going to make you beg. Minho sent back telepathically.
As if Jinki was only waiting for his cue, he moaned Minho’s name breathlessly.
Minho pushed Jinki further into the cushions of the couch with his body, bracing one arm carefully across Jinki’s chest. Tempering his strength. For a moment Jinki opened his eyes wondering what the sudden pressure on his ribcage meant. His eyes widened comically as he stared right into Minho’s dark orbs as the taller man slunk down Jinki’s prone form and kissed him slow and deep.
Minho was almost overwhelmed with Jinki’s scent, with his thoughts, the feel of his smooth skin against his own. Minho had to subconsciously wrestle with his vamp side in order not to bite Jinki.
To claim him as his own.
At least not yet.
Jinki was half out of his mind with pleasure. Not that he’d never been intimate with anyone before, but not to this extent. He’d never experienced pure want on this level. There was a raw sexual need laced with something else that he couldn’t identify that coiled in his belly, and was slowly making its way up his spine and out of his body in low gravely moans.
The fact that Minho could hear his thoughts didn’t hurt much either. It embolded Jinki to think about all of the things that he was too shy to say aloud.
Oh my God please touch me.
Minho stopped sucking on Jinki’s other nipple for a moment and looked into his eyes.
Please?” Jinki said without moving his lips.
I know you can hear me. Now touch me goddammit, before I lose my mind!
Minho chuckled in response.
“So demanding.” Minho teased aloud, as he grazed the cool pads of his fingertips down Jinki’s torso while staring into his eyes.
Jinki bit his bottom lip, swollen from kissing in response to Minho’s steady gaze. He suddenly hissed, closed his eyes and arched into the couch cushions as Minho wrapped slender digits around Jinki’s member.
Minho almost came right then.
Look at me.
Jinki knew that everything would be over too quickly if he looked into Minho’s eyes again, so he took a long slow breath, before cracking one eye open to peek at the vampire’s ministrations.
He whimpered at what he saw.
Deciding that his hand alone was too dry to get Jinki off, Minho was currently licking his palm like it was the bottom of a giant soup bowl and he hadn’t eaten in a week.
Give me that.
Before he could stop himself, Jinki grabbed Minho’s hand and pulled a long index finger into his mouth with his tongue. He laved at each finger, sucking on each one with a thick tongue. Then carefully, coquettishly nipping at the tips of each one until Minho’s whole hand shivered in his.
What are you doing to me? Minho thought back.
Jinki was actually shaking when he looked up at Minho’s face. The vamp’s irises were almost completely silver. He looked just like he did in the alley before he licked the wound on Jinki’s hand.
He looked hungry.
Jinki wasn’t scared as Minho’s empathic shudder ripped through him and his vision tunelled for a moment. When he came back to himself, Minho was all over him, sucking on his fat bottom lip, his neck, his shoulder, even sniffing him as he steadily jacked him off, with the hand that Jinki had previously been licking.
Jinki writhed all over the couch, at one point kicking a book off the coffee table, audibly moaning Minho’s name over and over again like a mantra. As if verbalizing the word would keep him from vibrating out of his own skin.
Then he yelled.
His member was suddenly engulfed in wet heat and his skull felt like it weighed 100 pounds as he forced himself to look down his body at…
Oh my God he’s sucking me off.
Yes, and I can tell you like it.
“Oh God. Oh my God. OH…”
Oh Minho is just fine thank you.
The joke was enough to bring Jinki back from the brink momentarily and he barked out a laugh looking at Minho like he was out of his mind.
You’re crazy you know that?
Am I?
Minho suddenly swallowed Jinki’s full length simultaneously shoving a wet, cool finger into his hole, hitting his prostate dead on.
Jinki screamed through his orgasm until he was hoarse.
“Taemin, did the vampire you met in the alley with Jinki have any particular markings or scars?”
Shim paced his office as he spoke.
“Were there any insignia that might have told you what coven he was affiliated with?”
Taemin thought for a moment back to the alley, the way that the tall vamp had been licking at the blood on Jinki’s hand, and how silver his eyes were. He thought back to what he’d covertly observed from the rooftop the night before. How strange it had been to see a vampire working with a lychan, and how the vamp he himself had killed was warrior class…
“Siwon’s coven.” Taemin blurted out suddenly.
“I think he’s related to them in some way. I saw the vamp Jinki was with talking to Siwon himself the other night, but…” Taemin strained to remember more.
“Yes, Taemin? What else? Details are extremely important”.
“Well, the vamp seemed to be fighting Siwon over something. I couldn’t tell from the distance that I was at. But he definitely knew Siwon, Shim. I’m sure of it.”
Shim stopped his pacing at the edge of his large mahogany desk, and scanned the angle and array of tarot cards that had fallen to the persian rug earlier. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the card of Death* staring back up at him from on top of the pile.
“Hello? Hello? Hey Shim? Are you there?”
Taemin pushed off the side of the building, tense. Looked at the bars on his phone and saw that neither the signal nor the call had dropped.
“Hello?!”
Shim quickly gathered up his papers and rearranged his desk. Almost forgetting that Taemin was on the phone until the younger man started yelling into the receiver.
“Where is Jinki right now Taemin?” Shim said, low and tense.
“He’s at home right now. Why?” Taemin said slowly.
Shim raced across the room and threw open the doors to the large, heavy wooden carved armoire on the opposite wall revealing rows and rows of neatly arranged bottles of potions, elixirs and herbs. He immediately began tracing an index finger over handwritten labels of several, desperately looking for two in particular.
“Taemin. I need you to do something for me.”
“Sure, Shim, anything. What’s wrong? You’re making me nervous.”
Finding the necessary tinctures and powders he quickly stuffed them into a leather satchel hanging from the armoire door handle and threw it around his body crossways.
“I need you to promise me that you’ll stay away from Jinki for the next 48 hours.”
Taemin almost dropped the phone.
“What? Hell no! Shim what’s going on?”
“Taemin, I promise that I’ll look after him myself, but right now it’s not safe for you to be around him, I’m sorry. I must insist that you obey my orders on this.”
“Obey your orders?! who do you think you are?!!”
Taemin ranted for a full 30 seconds before he realized that Shim was no longer on the phone.
Only a shimmer of smoke and a cell phone laying open in the middle of the rug in Shim’s office were any proof that the sorcerer had been in the room recently at all.
Jinki felt like he was floating, all of his senses seemed to be heightened. He could feel Minho above him, kissing him down from his blissed out state, but he could also smell him, his sweat, his essence, his very being was all that Jinki could focus on.
“Wow.”
Minho chuckled again.
“Wow yourself.”
Looking back at Minho grounded him somehow and he suddenly could feel all of the other man’s weight on top of him. Including Minho’s hard length.
I’m sorry.
For what?
Jinki turned bright red. Minho laughed at that outright.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was selfish. I should have… I mean you didn’t…”
“Shhhh.” Minho put a finger to his lips. Jinki could still smell himself on the other man’s finger.
His cock jumped in response.
Minho took Jinki’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply before putting his forehead to his, caressing his neck and cheek simultaneously.
I want you so badly.
I want you too.
“I want you in me.” Jinki blurted out before he could stop himself.
Minho stared at Jinki for a half second before Jinki felt like he was spinning and flying. One moment they were on the living room couch, and the next, Jinki was lightly bouncing on top of his bed in his bedroom where Minho had just dropped (thrown?) him and was currently looming over him.
Dizzy, but insanely aroused, Jinki couldn’t seem to form words as he pawed blindly at the nightstand drawer. Sensing what he was doing, but enjoying Jinki’s awkward flailing for a moment, Minho finally reached over, opened the drawer and pulled out the lube.
You’re adorable you know that?
Whatever. you.in.me.NOW.
Minho laughed aloud at Jinki’s sudden boldness as he gently pressed two fingers into Jinki and began to scissor them.
The sounds that Jinki began to make began taking on a different timbre and tone. His voice dropped an octave and Minho became riveted to the writhing body beneath him as he began hitting Jinki’s prostate again. Then suddenly Jinki’s scent hit Minho like a ton of bricks and he was suddenly intoxicated with want. He tried to calm himself down a bit, by taking deep breaths, but he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. Every gulp of air he took was filled with Jinki’s essence, shaking through him and leaking into his veins.
A weak yell of his own name was all the warning that Jinki got before Minho lined himself up and slammed home.
Jinki was floating again.
His legs instinctively wrapped around Minho’s waist and he buried his face in Minho’s neck inhaling the vamps scent. All he could do was hang on as his hands grasped for purchase along the sinewy muscles of Minho’s back. Minho’s scent was changing, becoming stronger, headier, more addictive until Jinki realized that he was actually licking along Minho’s long neck, and that the new sounds that Minho was making were because of him.
Minho had lost track of time, space, air anything that wasn’t Jinki. His vision tunneled, his breathing was erratic and he knew he was about to experience the best orgasm he’d had in about 75 years.
Minho hauled Jinki up and pulled him into his lap like a ragdoll. The angle must have done something delicious, because Jinki began throwing himself erratically back and forth on top of Minho dragging him deeper, desperately impaling himself on Minho’s length.
Jinki suddenly seized up, eyes rolling back in his head in absolute ecstacy, the sight and the feeling of Jinki clenching around him sent Minho tumbling right over the edge with him. There were no words for what he was feeling, a complete connection, a oneness, a singular possessiveness that all narrowed itself down into one word.
Mine.
There was only one way for Minho to express what he was feeling. The raw carnal need that was pulsing through his veins coupled with Jinki’s intoxicating smell and taste finally took over. And at the height of their joined climax…
Minho bit him.
Minho would swear upon the coven elders, his maker, even his own family bloodline that he had absolutely no control over what happened next.
If Minho was paying attention, he would have realized that the tremors that racked Jinki’s body were not of pleasure but of pain. If his fangs weren’t buried to the hilt in Jinki’s neck marking him, he would have noticed the strange pallor of Jinki’s skin. If Minho could see Jinki’s face, he would have seen Jinki’s focusless eyes fly open wide and his irises shifted from brown to gold. If Minho looked down, he would have seen the strange markings that were slowly revealing themselves all over Jinki’s torso and legs, like so many strange tattoos.
But Minho was so inebriated with Jinki’s blood, that he couldn’t even manage to open his eyes until the last of his orgasm left him and he heard Jinki let out a choked sob of panic above him.
That was not the sound that should be hearing.
Minho pulled away as if he’d touched fire and stared wide-eyed into golden eyes that stared off unfocused.
“Jinki? JINKI?!”
A/N: Thank you all who have continued to read my fics over the past year. This year is so FIRED. (I'll go into some of my crazy life in another post). THANK YOU TO EVERY SINGLE PERSON who read any of my stuff and commented, or sent me emails to check on my status. Your thoughts and prayers have truly been felt. I am DETERMINED to finish this fic, along with Ignis and Ortus, and I apprciate your patience, while I get my shit together. For those of you new to my various verses. Welcome!
And lastly, to all the haters...tighten up your brastraps, cuz Umma's about to really give you somethin' ta hate! *swirls wine and gives stink eye*
*For more info on the Death card in the deck of Tarot, click here.
Author: kaybee38
Word Count: 2260
Rating:R
Pairings: Minho/Onew, ninja!JongKey, Cousin!Taemin
Genre:vampire, fantasy, sci-fi, character death, sexytimes!
Disclaimer: SHinee and DBSK are owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Minho’s a vampire, Key’s a shapeshifter, Jjong is a werewolf and Taemin is a vampire hunter. Jinki is the mortal object of Minho’s affection, or is he? Only Taemin, (Jinki’s cousin) knows the truth. (Oh yeah, and Changmin's a sorcerer).
A/N: Hey, I'm back! With Porn! Minho and Jinki have sex and Taemin realizes that there's a LOT that Shim's not telling him. This story is brought to you by this song.(This chapter has only been moderately edited, feel free to tell me anything that I may have missed.)
[CH1] [CH2] [CH3] [CH4] [CH5] [CH6] [CH7] [CH8] [CH9] [CH10]
The Other Side - Ch. 11
I think you’re trying to kill me.
Jinki thought, as the vampire lapped and sucked a fresh bruise into the sensitive skin on his neck between his earlobe and his collarbone.
Minho chuckled low and deep, his voice vibrating through Jinki’s chest as he laved at one of Jinki’s nipples until it stood at attention.
Jinki knew full well Minho could read his thoughts.
Just like he could read his.
Minho had taken over all of his senses so quickly that Jinki was filled with what could only be described as disorientation. He was hot yet cold, couldn’t tell up from down, the moments that Minho’s mouth was away from his but his hands were on him, he felt empty yet full.
He was sweating and shivering at the same time.
I’m going to make you beg. Minho sent back telepathically.
As if Jinki was only waiting for his cue, he moaned Minho’s name breathlessly.
Minho pushed Jinki further into the cushions of the couch with his body, bracing one arm carefully across Jinki’s chest. Tempering his strength. For a moment Jinki opened his eyes wondering what the sudden pressure on his ribcage meant. His eyes widened comically as he stared right into Minho’s dark orbs as the taller man slunk down Jinki’s prone form and kissed him slow and deep.
Minho was almost overwhelmed with Jinki’s scent, with his thoughts, the feel of his smooth skin against his own. Minho had to subconsciously wrestle with his vamp side in order not to bite Jinki.
To claim him as his own.
At least not yet.
Jinki was half out of his mind with pleasure. Not that he’d never been intimate with anyone before, but not to this extent. He’d never experienced pure want on this level. There was a raw sexual need laced with something else that he couldn’t identify that coiled in his belly, and was slowly making its way up his spine and out of his body in low gravely moans.
The fact that Minho could hear his thoughts didn’t hurt much either. It embolded Jinki to think about all of the things that he was too shy to say aloud.
Oh my God please touch me.
Minho stopped sucking on Jinki’s other nipple for a moment and looked into his eyes.
Please?” Jinki said without moving his lips.
I know you can hear me. Now touch me goddammit, before I lose my mind!
Minho chuckled in response.
“So demanding.” Minho teased aloud, as he grazed the cool pads of his fingertips down Jinki’s torso while staring into his eyes.
Jinki bit his bottom lip, swollen from kissing in response to Minho’s steady gaze. He suddenly hissed, closed his eyes and arched into the couch cushions as Minho wrapped slender digits around Jinki’s member.
Minho almost came right then.
Look at me.
Jinki knew that everything would be over too quickly if he looked into Minho’s eyes again, so he took a long slow breath, before cracking one eye open to peek at the vampire’s ministrations.
He whimpered at what he saw.
Deciding that his hand alone was too dry to get Jinki off, Minho was currently licking his palm like it was the bottom of a giant soup bowl and he hadn’t eaten in a week.
Give me that.
Before he could stop himself, Jinki grabbed Minho’s hand and pulled a long index finger into his mouth with his tongue. He laved at each finger, sucking on each one with a thick tongue. Then carefully, coquettishly nipping at the tips of each one until Minho’s whole hand shivered in his.
What are you doing to me? Minho thought back.
Jinki was actually shaking when he looked up at Minho’s face. The vamp’s irises were almost completely silver. He looked just like he did in the alley before he licked the wound on Jinki’s hand.
He looked hungry.
Jinki wasn’t scared as Minho’s empathic shudder ripped through him and his vision tunelled for a moment. When he came back to himself, Minho was all over him, sucking on his fat bottom lip, his neck, his shoulder, even sniffing him as he steadily jacked him off, with the hand that Jinki had previously been licking.
Jinki writhed all over the couch, at one point kicking a book off the coffee table, audibly moaning Minho’s name over and over again like a mantra. As if verbalizing the word would keep him from vibrating out of his own skin.
Then he yelled.
His member was suddenly engulfed in wet heat and his skull felt like it weighed 100 pounds as he forced himself to look down his body at…
Oh my God he’s sucking me off.
Yes, and I can tell you like it.
“Oh God. Oh my God. OH…”
Oh Minho is just fine thank you.
The joke was enough to bring Jinki back from the brink momentarily and he barked out a laugh looking at Minho like he was out of his mind.
You’re crazy you know that?
Am I?
Minho suddenly swallowed Jinki’s full length simultaneously shoving a wet, cool finger into his hole, hitting his prostate dead on.
Jinki screamed through his orgasm until he was hoarse.
“Taemin, did the vampire you met in the alley with Jinki have any particular markings or scars?”
Shim paced his office as he spoke.
“Were there any insignia that might have told you what coven he was affiliated with?”
Taemin thought for a moment back to the alley, the way that the tall vamp had been licking at the blood on Jinki’s hand, and how silver his eyes were. He thought back to what he’d covertly observed from the rooftop the night before. How strange it had been to see a vampire working with a lychan, and how the vamp he himself had killed was warrior class…
“Siwon’s coven.” Taemin blurted out suddenly.
“I think he’s related to them in some way. I saw the vamp Jinki was with talking to Siwon himself the other night, but…” Taemin strained to remember more.
“Yes, Taemin? What else? Details are extremely important”.
“Well, the vamp seemed to be fighting Siwon over something. I couldn’t tell from the distance that I was at. But he definitely knew Siwon, Shim. I’m sure of it.”
Shim stopped his pacing at the edge of his large mahogany desk, and scanned the angle and array of tarot cards that had fallen to the persian rug earlier. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the card of Death* staring back up at him from on top of the pile.
“Hello? Hello? Hey Shim? Are you there?”
Taemin pushed off the side of the building, tense. Looked at the bars on his phone and saw that neither the signal nor the call had dropped.
“Hello?!”
Shim quickly gathered up his papers and rearranged his desk. Almost forgetting that Taemin was on the phone until the younger man started yelling into the receiver.
“Where is Jinki right now Taemin?” Shim said, low and tense.
“He’s at home right now. Why?” Taemin said slowly.
Shim raced across the room and threw open the doors to the large, heavy wooden carved armoire on the opposite wall revealing rows and rows of neatly arranged bottles of potions, elixirs and herbs. He immediately began tracing an index finger over handwritten labels of several, desperately looking for two in particular.
“Taemin. I need you to do something for me.”
“Sure, Shim, anything. What’s wrong? You’re making me nervous.”
Finding the necessary tinctures and powders he quickly stuffed them into a leather satchel hanging from the armoire door handle and threw it around his body crossways.
“I need you to promise me that you’ll stay away from Jinki for the next 48 hours.”
Taemin almost dropped the phone.
“What? Hell no! Shim what’s going on?”
“Taemin, I promise that I’ll look after him myself, but right now it’s not safe for you to be around him, I’m sorry. I must insist that you obey my orders on this.”
“Obey your orders?! who do you think you are?!!”
Taemin ranted for a full 30 seconds before he realized that Shim was no longer on the phone.
Only a shimmer of smoke and a cell phone laying open in the middle of the rug in Shim’s office were any proof that the sorcerer had been in the room recently at all.
Jinki felt like he was floating, all of his senses seemed to be heightened. He could feel Minho above him, kissing him down from his blissed out state, but he could also smell him, his sweat, his essence, his very being was all that Jinki could focus on.
“Wow.”
Minho chuckled again.
“Wow yourself.”
Looking back at Minho grounded him somehow and he suddenly could feel all of the other man’s weight on top of him. Including Minho’s hard length.
I’m sorry.
For what?
Jinki turned bright red. Minho laughed at that outright.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was selfish. I should have… I mean you didn’t…”
“Shhhh.” Minho put a finger to his lips. Jinki could still smell himself on the other man’s finger.
His cock jumped in response.
Minho took Jinki’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply before putting his forehead to his, caressing his neck and cheek simultaneously.
I want you so badly.
I want you too.
“I want you in me.” Jinki blurted out before he could stop himself.
Minho stared at Jinki for a half second before Jinki felt like he was spinning and flying. One moment they were on the living room couch, and the next, Jinki was lightly bouncing on top of his bed in his bedroom where Minho had just dropped (thrown?) him and was currently looming over him.
Dizzy, but insanely aroused, Jinki couldn’t seem to form words as he pawed blindly at the nightstand drawer. Sensing what he was doing, but enjoying Jinki’s awkward flailing for a moment, Minho finally reached over, opened the drawer and pulled out the lube.
You’re adorable you know that?
Whatever. you.in.me.NOW.
Minho laughed aloud at Jinki’s sudden boldness as he gently pressed two fingers into Jinki and began to scissor them.
The sounds that Jinki began to make began taking on a different timbre and tone. His voice dropped an octave and Minho became riveted to the writhing body beneath him as he began hitting Jinki’s prostate again. Then suddenly Jinki’s scent hit Minho like a ton of bricks and he was suddenly intoxicated with want. He tried to calm himself down a bit, by taking deep breaths, but he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. Every gulp of air he took was filled with Jinki’s essence, shaking through him and leaking into his veins.
A weak yell of his own name was all the warning that Jinki got before Minho lined himself up and slammed home.
Jinki was floating again.
His legs instinctively wrapped around Minho’s waist and he buried his face in Minho’s neck inhaling the vamps scent. All he could do was hang on as his hands grasped for purchase along the sinewy muscles of Minho’s back. Minho’s scent was changing, becoming stronger, headier, more addictive until Jinki realized that he was actually licking along Minho’s long neck, and that the new sounds that Minho was making were because of him.
Minho had lost track of time, space, air anything that wasn’t Jinki. His vision tunneled, his breathing was erratic and he knew he was about to experience the best orgasm he’d had in about 75 years.
Minho hauled Jinki up and pulled him into his lap like a ragdoll. The angle must have done something delicious, because Jinki began throwing himself erratically back and forth on top of Minho dragging him deeper, desperately impaling himself on Minho’s length.
Jinki suddenly seized up, eyes rolling back in his head in absolute ecstacy, the sight and the feeling of Jinki clenching around him sent Minho tumbling right over the edge with him. There were no words for what he was feeling, a complete connection, a oneness, a singular possessiveness that all narrowed itself down into one word.
Mine.
There was only one way for Minho to express what he was feeling. The raw carnal need that was pulsing through his veins coupled with Jinki’s intoxicating smell and taste finally took over. And at the height of their joined climax…
Minho bit him.
Minho would swear upon the coven elders, his maker, even his own family bloodline that he had absolutely no control over what happened next.
If Minho was paying attention, he would have realized that the tremors that racked Jinki’s body were not of pleasure but of pain. If his fangs weren’t buried to the hilt in Jinki’s neck marking him, he would have noticed the strange pallor of Jinki’s skin. If Minho could see Jinki’s face, he would have seen Jinki’s focusless eyes fly open wide and his irises shifted from brown to gold. If Minho looked down, he would have seen the strange markings that were slowly revealing themselves all over Jinki’s torso and legs, like so many strange tattoos.
But Minho was so inebriated with Jinki’s blood, that he couldn’t even manage to open his eyes until the last of his orgasm left him and he heard Jinki let out a choked sob of panic above him.
That was not the sound that should be hearing.
Minho pulled away as if he’d touched fire and stared wide-eyed into golden eyes that stared off unfocused.
“Jinki? JINKI?!”
A/N: Thank you all who have continued to read my fics over the past year. This year is so FIRED. (I'll go into some of my crazy life in another post). THANK YOU TO EVERY SINGLE PERSON who read any of my stuff and commented, or sent me emails to check on my status. Your thoughts and prayers have truly been felt. I am DETERMINED to finish this fic, along with Ignis and Ortus, and I apprciate your patience, while I get my shit together. For those of you new to my various verses. Welcome!
And lastly, to all the haters...tighten up your brastraps, cuz Umma's about to really give you somethin' ta hate! *swirls wine and gives stink eye*
*For more info on the Death card in the deck of Tarot, click here.