thane riordan; the bastard son.
I worship your lips, once red as wine.
And I crave for your scent, sending shivers down my spine.
( And I just love the way you're running out of life. )
April 2010
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Jul. 31st, 2020
I worship your lips, once red as wine.
And I crave for your scent, sending shivers down my spine.
( And I just love the way you're running out of life. )
Dec. 9th, 2009
[ ETHER ] Everyone.
There is nothing quiet about him right then, it's explosive and hot and like a blast through the city. He's contained and uncontrolled, his bonds slipped and suddenly he's flooding every connection which dares to have a crack. Molten, burning, merciless and unrelenting. It's a good few minutes before he's snapping the connection closed, nothing fading just an instant slam of the mental door which will likely give a good kick to those who were continuing to pay attention.
Jul. 21st, 2009
[ ETHER ] Directed toward the Raidan.
As he flitters onto the Ether, like static fizzling across a TV screen, there is an amused sort of feeling too him.
It seems I am to be married.
Surely that is not all he was to say? but as quick as his amused presence appeared he was gone again.
It seems I am to be married.
Surely that is not all he was to say? but as quick as his amused presence appeared he was gone again.
Jun. 29th, 2009
[ ETHER ] Directed toward the Raidan.
He's like a cold whisper of steel in places you'd rather not feel it, a cool blow of wet wind from an open door as he breezes onto the Ether.
I shall be gone for a few days. Be good, cause havoc. I want blood.
I shall be gone for a few days. Be good, cause havoc. I want blood.