"You know, you're lucky," Daimon purred as he carried Zance up the stairs. "I should have just set to on the couch downstairs and let you live with the risk. Unfortunately, I've no desire to accidentally break your sister's brain..." He laughed gently into her hair ( Read more... )

A quarter ton of tiger with unusually bright orange eyes and a sparkly-ass disco-ball of a crystal on a gold rope around his neck: not. Inconspicuous. At all. Normally, anyway. And most especially if he should be sneaking (back) into Zance's bedroom, a red satin bag that wiggled slightly hanging from his jaws ( Read more... )

Daimon sat with Miriam on the porch of his townhouse as they went over the short list of supplies. "Yes," he was reassuring her, "I won't have a problem maintaining contact with you and all the hunters at once. We've done more than that during the zombie attacks ( Read more... )

( Cut for smiting and a solid R rating... )

Daimon's bedroom looked like a Disney acid trip at the moment. If it had been just him, it would have been a simple matter of a pale, sweaty, queasy-looking fellow in bed, sleeping off a hangover or the flu or something similar ( Read more... )

Daimon always made sure to give the front room a proper cleaning before Mio showed up. Her careful attention to protocol was almost intimidating at times, and he wanted her to be comfortable. So today, besides making sure her flower pictures were up, he set a framed and covered piece of artwork on the main sideboard, just across from the door ( Read more... )

And here he was, sneaking home like a randy teenager for some private time before Junior came back from Miriam's. Feverish, almost drunk-feeling and radiating happy horniness like a psychic lamp just so the excess didn't make him crash the Lotus, he pulled up in front of the kyoto-machiya and sit there a few moments just to control his galloping ( Read more... )

The smell of barbecue drifted over the cluster of kyoto-machiya, originating in Daimon's back yard. No, Harvey had not met any untimely end; he was frolicking in his paddock, along with a giggling tiger cub. Instead, today's grill was barbecued albacore and mixed vegetable shish kebab.

Daimon hummed as he worked. Well, gifts are all bought or ( Read more... )

Daimon stalked ahead of the little group, just keeping a cap on his anger.

It's their world and their lives. OK, so I haven't related as well to a group of people since I got here. OK, so I can't fucking stand bullies and people are pretty much being abused right in front of me. OK, so it's a hell of a lot easier to concentrate on other people's ( Read more... )