"The futility in your efforts is quite laughable."

The eyes were cold as she'd always known them to be, except perhaps when she was begging. Then there was that glint, that certain gleam that assured her : there would be more. And it would hurt. Gods, would it hurt.

Bent over a lap, pinned, and exposed.
A cool hand rested calmly at the cusp of her ( Read more... )

First and foremost, Happy New Year, everyone.


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It's all so very pretty, and how I miss it so...


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So, I woke up this morning with the most satanic crick in my neck and shoulder I've ever had. And considering I seem to do the opposite of relaxing while sleeping, I'm kind of use to clenched and achey muscles. Movement was barely achievable without the help of pure, otherwise pent-up irritibality bordering on the fury of gods. I've taken more pain ( Read more... )