[What can be said about Lucifer's experience? At the party, when he was not himself, he was such an angel as to make Gabriel seem like a deviant. In the hotel, when he died and was more himself than ever, it was pure chance that prevented him from killing his mortal brother and the little bird ( Read more... )

It's my birthday and I'll fucking break shit if I want to.

Seriously. What the fucking fuck is this shit about?

[People were dying, and it left a bitter aftertaste in Igraine's mouth. She was worried for her children, still for her grandchildren (even the Orkney boys) -- all of her family from before and now. She felt a touch helpless, but going through the hallways gripping Morgan's hand with Diego at their side, she felt she could protect her daughter from ( Read more... )

( going in circles )

[filtered away from horsemen, fallen angels (apart from azazel ♡) and demons (apart from concubines ♡♡♡)]

Four weeks and a day later and I'm nearly a free man. Time to blow this fucking popsicle stand. Emilia, I've told the nice neurology nurses that you're taking me in. Hope that's cool!

I've got a fucking to-do list as long as my arm.

I've come to a conclusion - there's no such thing as it being too quiet around here. That being said, I most certainly prefer mysterious flowers to mysterious notes.

On the Moscow river, there's a statue of Peter the Great. Local myth has it that it was actually originally a statue of Columbus, built for some Latin American country or other, who rejected it because it didn't look a thing like Christopher Columbus.

It likely doesn't look a thing like Peter the Great, either.

This has been quite the week for me. I flew to Virginia to accompany a friend of my brothers' to an Air Force event, and managed to put in some time visiting sick children at the hospital nearby. It always warms my heart to see little girls who want to be models, and by the end of the visit I had arranged to have some of my photographer and stylist ( Read more... )

[The last week had been frustrating to say the least. She didn't like surprises that weren't of her own making and out of her control. Eisheth would never admit she was slipping, she was convinced that this had to just be a temporary situation. She wasn't about to throw in the towel ( Read more... )

[He tapped the smooth edges and slipped the bills into a paper sleeve. Madisons in full. Of course, the envelope was wet with rain. But the wrappings made it so that the loyalty bills didn't show. He wrote an address on the napkin and slipped it underneath the package ( Read more... )