[nick / name]: Parsnip
[personal LJ name]: parsnip_chan
[e-mail]: jmcox1 AT gmail DOT com
[AIM / messenger]: AIM: parsnipchan
plurk: parsnipAs for concrit, I'm open to anything and everything! I only request that you keep it constructive and or stick around to have a conversation because sometimes I might miss the point that you're trying to make and ( Read more... )

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[ Liam breathed into his hands, brand new mittens covering them instead of his usual gloves and a purple (somewhat sparkly) scarf wrapped around his throat. The snowfall had been nearly constant for almost two weeks now, but he didn't mind it so much. He found it rather charming and it's with a quiet smile that he's spent most of his day off window ( Read more... )

[ Liam's lost in the catacombs of the library, a single desk lamp lighting up the reams of paper he's been marking and marring. Things, it would appear, are not going well for our Dear Liam. ]

[ mumbling ] And then Sharon hit Break over the head with a harisen.

[ stop ]

No, that doesn't sound right.

Wham, Sharon's harisen broke over Break's ( Read more... )

[ a small, dainty, light pink glove lies on a side table, the fingers pristinely pressed and lovingly laid flat to hide the few droplets of blood that had stained the leather a darker shade of pink despite how carefully washed it had been after the fact. Liam was a good master, but even gloves could grow a little bit lonely which is why it's ( Read more... )

[ he groaned, opening his eyes to pitch blackness and feeling of stickiness coating his face with thick, congealed blood. He groaned again, rolling over and crawling, wincing at the pain in his shoulder, on his arm. He needed to stand, he needed to find Xerxes, Rufus. He had to tell them ( Read more... )