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...the mooore you knooooow *inserts music and motivational shooting star*
Considering all the new Greeks and the fact that we haven't exactly made much of a matter about it, I figured I'd let everyone in on the fact that Heph and 'Dite (reconciled as they are) decided some time ago that they'd like to have a child together. Things got a little mixed up with mun having RL Thingers (the plague of every RPer ^_^) and we ( Read more... ) -
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He'd made dinner. It wasn't the finest fare, but he'd always had a hand at whipping together the simple and edible and thus a light soup, a side of shellfish, and a rather juicy roast had been prepared and set out. THe phoenix was settled in a small niche near the ceiling from where he would make his entrance and he's... well, waiting and hoping ( Read more... ) -
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He limps out of his workroom with a smile on his face and a box in his hands. -
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The door doesn't go directly to the shop, after all. It goes to the main hallway from where you could get just about anywhere in the volcano. It's neat enough and well made, but still obviously carved out of the earth itself. To one side is the great sheet of crystal, behind which the magma flows like a glowing waterfall and the heat drifts ( Read more... ) -
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[A week or so after this]
He passes Zuko a bowl of rice and pulls the mutton towards his plate.
He smiles at the young man.
"Have you enjoyed your visit?" -
milliways_bar: Home
It's merely a hallways they step into, one carved out of rock but pleasant enough. It is not lit by lamps or by torches, but instead by the hot molten lava of the mountain shimmering through a sheet of crystal that refracts the light in dancing traces of color against a wall. He smiles to Zuko a moment as he watches the beauty of his underground ( Read more... ) -
Harry's Apartment: 36B - Olympian Meadows, NYC
Harry's in his apartment, once more making something to eat. Today he's opted for Greek food, but while a few grape leaves have managed to drop to the floor, the majority of them had been filled and were currently simmering in the oven ( Read more... ) -
Harry's Apartment: 36B - Olympian Meadows, NYC
He works.
He works in solitude, allowing no others into his shop as he usually does. He works quietly, the only sound the consistant crackle of the fireplace in the room next door, one that has never stopped crackling since he moved in. He shapes it, with hand and chisel and hammer, with blazing red tools heated only by his anger, by his rage. ( Read more... ) -
Harry's Apartment [B36] - Olympian Meadows - NYC
The door is open, the warm flicker of the fireplace glowing on the wall opposite his door. Harry is inside, making a simple soup and, at this very moment, slicing a sandwich in two and setting both halves neatly on a small, simple earthenware plate. A blink and he checks the soup, lifting the lid to take a smiling wiff of it before dipping a ( Read more... )
