From the dark confines of the vortex of nothingness where his consciousness lurks, Morgoth has been observing. Waiting. Counting ( Read more... )

Ned may have never fully regained the spring in his leg since that awful fall in King's Landing. He may still feel stiff in the neck when it's humid. He may feel his body getting slower, less flexible, but he is still a strong man in his prime, and he is (ever was) a man with enough spine to strive through obstacles.

That is probably why he is on ( Read more... )

Around the main room, there's a booth supplied by the plothole and a sign above it written in inky-black katakana that roughly translates to:

"Help Wanted for Building, wages will be discussed"

To those that barely know Japanese, you can merely ask the tiny old woman with the stern face that is sitting at the booth.

Genkai, for all her talents, doesn' ( Read more... )

Kvothe had been a little more reclusive than normal the past few months, perhaps it was the weather that had him down, but now he's sitting outside, watching the new leaves waving in the spring breeze. The air holds promise for the season to come, and though the red-headed man is quiet and thoughtful he's in a fairly good mood and would welcome ( Read more... )

Spock knows the hallways of the USS Enterprise inside and out. He'd made a point of studying the layout of the ship prior to her launch, when he'd been assigned as First Officer to Captain Christopher Pike, and he'd learned them better since actually serving on the vessel. He didn't even need that information to know that the hallway he suddenly ( Read more... )

-- she will be there, and she will be sleeping.

Confusion. A blast of pain. Then - just - you know, a sudden twist of the brain; like it used to be when he was still fighting his inner demons.

I was supposed to --.

Adrian isn't sure what he was supposed to - do? think? say? He's rather - empty. This is just the word. He rises from the ground, looks ( Read more... )

In the few months that Phoenix has been here, it's been at once good, (meeting Mag and Edgeworth) bad, (That damn floating vuvuzela, loneliness, random sounds in the middle of the night...), to the just plain awkward. (That... night with that Doctor and that beautiful woman... lets not mention that.) >_>

For some odd reason though, there is a song ( Read more... )

Fuchsia Groan, at a distance, would look like she is sleeping.

She is beneath a large tree she would have neither the inclination, nor the knowledge to identify.  To an observer, one would see a young woman, much younger looking than the age she thinks she is, who neither beautiful nor ugly.  She has long black hair, that always looks a bit wild, ( Read more... )

 Robb fidgets throughout the ceremony.

It’s not because he’s bored, it’s because he’s nervous. Very, very nervous, and every time he looks sideways at his bride he just gets more nervous. More people have turned up than he would have expected, somehow hearing about it, and that makes him even more nervous and he can see his father and Oberyn ( Read more... )

The shortening days and lengthening nights are adding to the gloom that has fallen like a pall over Titus recently. He's grown restless as well, staring out the windows overlooking the lawns on days when the rain lashes the windows and prowling the forest when the sun at last conquers the clouds. The colored leaves on the trees glow in the sunlight ( Read more... )