( Under Here )

This was inspired in part by Cathán, and also by Dante's InfernoRecollections of A Man and his Twin ( Read more... )

The intersection divided them. One side held the ancient graves, desecrated, desolate. The girl ran towards a noise she heard, but found nothing but the whispering wind, the trees looming large and the cobblestones slapping beneath her bare feet. It was a bad idea, she knew, going through the graveyard barefoot. The graves seemed to grow larger out ( Read more... )

London wondered when he'd become so jaded. He stood in front of a headstone, hands clenched into fists, reading the name on it. It'd been so long. So fucking long ago, and yet the memories of that fight with him-- the one who was now lying dead in a coffin-- seemed to come flooding back. It is only after a few moments that London realised that he ( Read more... )