To forgive is not to forget.

It is to pay the debt owed to you by the offender. It is to lick your own wounds. It is to swallow the bitterness yourself, rarely made bearable by sincere acts of apology.

And, sometimes, it is to change.

It costs much to forgive, and yet, when do you pardon and when do you not?

A man was invited to a grand banquet, but was turned away for wearing rags. So home he went to don his most beautiful robe and then return. When the soup was served, he dunked his sleeves into the bowl, and said, "Eat, my robe, eat ( Read more... )

[accidentally recorded]

So, even the prodigal is not immune to Paradisa's wiles.

[pause]

...Delirium and I went looking for you.

[pause, and then his voice is irritated]

No, this is not my realm. I would not be caught in its illusions, if it were. Begone, phantom!

...This is tiresome.

[Even the knock on Zelman's door has an ominous ring to it. Dream is drawing his power about him in order to look even more imposing than he naturally does, the night-dark robes folded about his frame carrying a promise of deadly horrors in their depths. Standing close to the door so that he'll be that much closer to the owner of the room when it ( Read more... )

[The journal opens in the middle of a conversation of sorts]

Lia~

Of course. Give my regards to Darkrai.

Selllia~! [A shimmering noise, and she's on her way, arcing across the night sky]

...Quite a fortuitous meeting, wouldn't you say?

Hyyypnoo.

((ooc: How could I not have him spot one of the dream Legendaries? Dream's near Lavender Town, feel free to ( Read more... )

[a raven's cry is heard]

Kroooow!

...It seems you have a new companion, Nyx.

[Dream seems pleased with his handiwork this year. Did everyone have a nice sleep? The following is dictated]

Merry Christmas, Cair Paradisa.

Gabriel Gray, known to some as Sylar, is asleep in the stairwell between the thirteenth and fourteenth floors. Should anyone care, they may collect him there. His condition is not permanently harmful, but he will not wake for a few days, and he will be quite unhappy when he does ( Read more... )

[dictated with a sort of quiet incredulity]

Sister. I assume from the depictions that you and your Romeo are responsible for...this?

((ooc: They painted his room very...haphazardly. XD Tags back when I get back from class~))

[A long moment as he orients himself to this place that is not where he intended or expected to wind up.]

Sister? ...Delirium?

[Shorter pause in which metaphysical senses determine that he cannot get anywhere else, then dictated in an imposing tone.]

Whoever you are, show yourself.