Faded
Wednesday, March 24th, 2010Book remembers his childhood with a fineness, such as he finds in the thin pages of his ever-present Bible.
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Black Market
Wednesday, March 24th, 2010Zoe counts on both hands the number of times it has happened.
The Soul to Crown
Wednesday, March 24th, 2010Inara closed her eyes. Though decadence was her tool of trade, she rarely afforded it to herself outside of the necessities of her work. Long baths, thick, expensive creams, rare silks and brocades: all these were welcomed, expected of her. But rarely did she let her eyes slip shut and see the things she could not have.
the game of charm and strange
Wednesday, March 24th, 2010There are words for what she is, words that are as old and forgotten as Earth-that-was. They are remembered, though, in the houses of the Companions, in the rituals they learn to perfection and the slight smile those of her kind wear like a second skin.