[ The video feed flickers on just as Fakir sits down on the end of his bed with a sigh.

He looks rather... exhausted, given the sweat on his brow and tussled state of his hair.

After running one hand through his dark locks, he reaches for his beside table where a black-covered book lays and grabs it,  flipping through the pages idly. ]

How long are ( Read more... )

....I swore I would never, ever be anything like him. Damn this fucking City to hell.

[ Filtered to Rue, Rosette, Autor, and (reluctantly) Lilie // Unhackable ]

...I'm sorry. What happened to you yesterday...it was all my doing. I was cursed. And I wrote stories about each of you.

[ /Filter ]

[ Private to Ahiru ]

...I know you're upset. And you ( Read more... )