october-daye

I didn't even feel my face hitting the pond. Everything was darkness, glorious darkness and the final, perfect absence of pain. It was done, all of it, the running and the fighting, and the pain. After everything that I'd gone through, it was finally over, and this time, the water would carry me home.

My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.

Sometimes, when it seems like the pain is never going to end, I wish I__ gotten a different suite of magical talents from my mother. Like the power to avoid situations that end with me willingly jamming my arm into a door made entirely from animate, apparently angry rose briars.

If it had been my decision, you would still be sleeping, and I would be hoping every hour of every night you lived was filled with the foulest of dreams.___y only nightmare in this moment is the quality of the mattress you saw fit to place me on,_ said Simon. __eally, brother, have you never heard of lumbar support?

I am so tired of this gothic crap,_ I muttered. __ust once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

In the interests of friendship, I hope you__l forgive me what I__ about to do.___orgive you wha___y sentence was cut off as he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply....__eady to make a scene?__e raised an eyebrow. __o I have a choice?___ot really. To quote something someone said to me recently, in the interests of friendship, I hope you__l forgive what I__ about to do._ I drew back my hand and slapped him across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed through the hall. Conversations stopped as people whipped around to stare at us. Raising my voice to something just below a shout, I snarled, __ou asshole!

When Rome burned, the emperor's cats still expected to be fed on time.

But sometimes the pieces fall together the way they want to, and you can't change the story; all you can do is try to ride it out.

There's always time for tea.

The night-haunts never lie. They could, if they wanted to, but they don__ really see the point. The truth is so much more dangerous than a lie.

If you wish to find your answers, you__l need to begin thinking, not merely reacting.-- Lily