On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, Ingress dreams a little dream of oh, so many things.

tiny tag: Vanyel Ashkevron

[In the garage: Mal and Kaylee set to work, and Mal ends up in another conversation later on.]

( Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. )

[OOC: OOM: Heavenly shades of night are falling
it's twilight time
]

[OOM: And sometimes when you fall you catch yourself half-way. For a little while.

Millitimed to tonight.]

[OOM-But-Not: November 19. A dream, a reunion, a meeting, an anniversary.]

[It's hard to decide what to stay for, what's worth it, and what you'll have to pay, but having the chance to talk together makes things a little easier, mayhap.

The best stories never end after the telling is complete. And when there's a cost, you learn to count it.

But there is a price to pay, and sometimes it leaves its mark before being ( Read more... )

[OOM: Here's a riddle: what does a Lion need of a compass? The answer is, "Not a damned thing, but you didn't ask about the Lioness". Nothing, after all, is lost forever, and when you need to find your way home, this is one of the best things to help.

You just have to know what you want, first.

And sometimes that's the hardest part.

Millitimed ( Read more... )

[OOM: And still, you're not alone. Millitimed to August 27th.]

Crowley had meant to leave, to head back this afternoon. He'd been here already a little longer than he'd meant, after all, or than was strictly advisable. He'd meant to head back. Only he'd been stepping out the door when he'd seen Huma (fucking Huma, how do the fucking birds always know, anyway?) swoop over the skyline of the buildings opposite, ( Read more... )