Andy.
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Our Maltese is nosing with interest at my sister's luggage. I wonder if she can smell Egypt.

Gamma introspection.When Gamma accidentally killed a man, he realised the safety in distance. (He'd sworn and struggled and begged the same pleas and somewhere along the way his face had sprung a leak - so the worm had deserved to die, if not for guilt then for fucking cowardice, but the thing is, he hadn't meant to, hadn't thought 'yeah ok, he's ( Read more... )

Heart wrinkles his nose at grey Head, pats his protractor knee, crooning, Is the cancer bad today?

Reports Head, always bland, Only as bad as usual. He glares fatigue from lidless eyes and watches Heart drip from some fatal wound he cannot understand.

Soundtrack to. The Brothers Winchester, riding the Impala and cranking up the volume in hopes of drowning out all that UST. Songs are open to interpretation, organised in rough, chronological order as their metaphysical-journey-moonlighting-as-a-fraternally-apocalyptic-expedition pans out in my head. No spoilers really, but there's no guarantee ( Read more... )

Mukuro/Lancia. So this crow walks into a bar...Washing down the tequila shots with single malts hadn't seemed a good idea even halfway through the first double scotch, but he'd gone and done it anyway and now all the women who walked by seemed gorgeously nubile - in point of fact, forget the women, even the men seemed to be trying for subtly erotic ( Read more... )

Chikusa/Ken. Nostalgia.On occasions when it's too early in the morning to be alive, Chrome's bird-like arms dig into his sides and the slow waker in him confuses the tumble of warm limbs for corpses in Vindice ( Read more... )