[Apep isn’t a man who takes bold, brash strides towards the centre of the stage and screams his evil out into the audience. He’s a man (beast) who hovers, teases from the shadows, makes people uncomfortable for his own twisted amusement and then fades away again before they can raise their weapon of choice ( Read more... )

You have all been so quiet lately, I just thought that I'd drop you all a quick line to say that I miss you and do wish that you'd all keep in contact.

Especially my darling brother. Ra.

[Apep is, by nature, not a man who embraces truth. He is the embodiment of darkness, chaos, evil - a thing that all good girls and boys should run away from without looking back. Truth does not enter into that… Unless, of course, it is the purred truth of death rearing up to sink it’s fangs into quavering flesh already pushed so far into terror ( Read more... )

[Sometime Thursday, after she'd gotten home from a lovely time showing Sebastian and his little Maeve about the museum and the Human Brain exhibition in particular, Eve started to feel ill. Scrawling a quick note explaining herself to Gabriel and Michael, she went and laid down assuming she'd feel better in the morning. When Friday came, half the ( Read more... )

I should get a pet, something to come home to after a long day at work.

Think I'm done with work for the month, getting really tired of doing commissions. Though, honestly, just getting tired of working, period.

[Filter: Sekhmet]

I hear you had a secret admirer a bit ago, ever find out who it was?

[Filter: Bastet]

Still not talking to me then?

[At least once a week, since dying, Eve had experienced a certain dream - she was outside, wearing a long white dress with her hair down loose, following the orders of a disembodied voice. It led her out into the woods where there was a shallow grave waiting for her. She would get in, lay down, and someone would cover her with dirt ignoring the ( Read more... )

[At some point in the morning, this will be delivered to Bastet's front door. There's no return address as it was shipped right from the store (and a day late, thanks guys), leaving Bast to guess just which person sent it to her. Which should be obvious with the following post. So much for anonymity. Furthermore, any replies posted to this will be ( Read more... )

( These books of blood )

Last time I ever lose my cell down the sofa. Well, I thought it was the sofa. It either digested it, or I lost it somewhere else, so this just got neglected. Are things still like they were or did the world end when I was sleeping?