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Jul. 4th, 2012 02:22 pmHey, you've reached Tony. I can't talk right now, so leave one and I'll get back to you.
I know this is going to sound strange, but I was being chased by shadows. I don't mean like the shadows of my past or whatever. Not the ghosts of yesteryear or regrets that were dogging my footsteps.
I mean actual, literal, real, shadows that could either possess you or strangle you to death, and neither one was something you want to have happen. When they possessed you, you got really strong, but half the time you got really dead, too, because people fought back. Othertimes, they just messed with you, tainting you. Some of the people who made it still carry that taint, you know. Darkness on their souls or in their auras or whatever you want to call it. They're like these vortexes for negative energy or something, with the dark mystical forces headed right at them. It makes them easy to possess again, and then more of them end up dead.
I'm sort of sick of my friends getting possessed and dead, especially when the possession ends up in the straight guy I've got a crush on deciding he wants a piece of my ass, but it's never actually him, you know?
And I'm digressing.
So, these shadows were after Arra, who was a wizard from another dimension where the Shadowlord was ruling, and he wanted to kill the wizards because they could oust him back out of power. Arra's the only one who escaped, and she did it by coming to our world. So then, he learned about our world and decided he wanted to rule it, too. And Arra? She needed help and it turned out that I had some sort of skill as a wizard, like this latent ability? So she taught me the basics to help her, which then meant that the Shadowlord wanted me dead, too, and thus the shadows chasing me. Sometimes they were in my friends, trying to kill me, and sometimes they just got where they'd wrap around and try to strangle out whatever light they saw in me.
Not fun, really, at all. We beat them, eventually, but then Arra went back to her world and left me to clean up the mess. Also, not fun, but I'm getting better at it.
I mean actual, literal, real, shadows that could either possess you or strangle you to death, and neither one was something you want to have happen. When they possessed you, you got really strong, but half the time you got really dead, too, because people fought back. Othertimes, they just messed with you, tainting you. Some of the people who made it still carry that taint, you know. Darkness on their souls or in their auras or whatever you want to call it. They're like these vortexes for negative energy or something, with the dark mystical forces headed right at them. It makes them easy to possess again, and then more of them end up dead.
I'm sort of sick of my friends getting possessed and dead, especially when the possession ends up in the straight guy I've got a crush on deciding he wants a piece of my ass, but it's never actually him, you know?
And I'm digressing.
So, these shadows were after Arra, who was a wizard from another dimension where the Shadowlord was ruling, and he wanted to kill the wizards because they could oust him back out of power. Arra's the only one who escaped, and she did it by coming to our world. So then, he learned about our world and decided he wanted to rule it, too. And Arra? She needed help and it turned out that I had some sort of skill as a wizard, like this latent ability? So she taught me the basics to help her, which then meant that the Shadowlord wanted me dead, too, and thus the shadows chasing me. Sometimes they were in my friends, trying to kill me, and sometimes they just got where they'd wrap around and try to strangle out whatever light they saw in me.
Not fun, really, at all. We beat them, eventually, but then Arra went back to her world and left me to clean up the mess. Also, not fun, but I'm getting better at it.
RoTM 1.83.3 -- Fetish
Nov. 21st, 2007 03:47 pmYou ever been bitten? I'm not talking like by a dog or a snake or even one of those little playful nips some people like to give when they're testing your tolerance for pain. I mean bitten. Teeth sinking in, blood flowing out, connected on a level you haven't ever dreamed two people could be. I've got scars running across my wrists and my neck and other places, too. I can touch them, remember how I got them, and suddenly I'm like a kid hitting puberty for the first time again. Didn't even have to have sex, and if he took enough, I wasn't gonna last long enough to manage it anyway.
It got better. The control I mean, holding out until I wasn't just a buffet, but it could be something more, but in the beginning anything more meant having to wait for round two. Just the touch of teeth will do it to me now, make me want with an ache I can't explain if you haven't felt it. Thing is, no one else can do it just right. Zach tried, but it never was enough. He was giving too much, you know, and not taking.
I'm not sure if that's a fetish or a dysfunction, but I know it's something I need to get over if things are ever gonna work withLee anyone else.
It got better. The control I mean, holding out until I wasn't just a buffet, but it could be something more, but in the beginning anything more meant having to wait for round two. Just the touch of teeth will do it to me now, make me want with an ache I can't explain if you haven't felt it. Thing is, no one else can do it just right. Zach tried, but it never was enough. He was giving too much, you know, and not taking.
I'm not sure if that's a fetish or a dysfunction, but I know it's something I need to get over if things are ever gonna work with
Feeding on...your hungry eyes
I bet you're not so civilized -- "The Warrior" -- Scandal
He's got this face he gets sometimes. It's bare and naked and every veneer of civilization and humanity that he normally wears is just stripped away. It's not the Prince of Man face. See, that one I can deal with. It's like the face every other authority figure in my life has tried to wear, only Henry does it a bit better. He's been doing it longer, anyway. But authority I can tell to fuck off. I can walk away. There might be danger in it, might be a night in jail or a swat on the head, but mostly with the shit I get into, or at least used to get into, it's not going to kill me, you know? Other times, you give in, you respect it. But you've always got the choice.
Not with the other one, not without risking wetting your pants, at least. It's his Prince of Darkness face, and it's not one you turn your back on, no matter if you trust him with your life or not. Human nature, right there, recognizing that we aren't exactly at the top of the food chain. He is. And you think his eyes should be like Willow's when she's doing her magic (which, by the way, eyes don't do when you do magic, no matter what TV and movies say), but it's more than that. It's nothing that drastic, nothing that in your face. And yet, it is. It's wild and feral and when it's fixed on you, you know not to move, 'cause if you do, you're toast. And maybe it's not a bad way to go. Maybe it'll make you come harder than you've ever imagined was possible. Maybe it's more addictive than meth. But it's a face you can lose your soul in. You look too long and there's nothing left of yourself. That one you don't walk away from so easy, but once you do, you know you can't go back, not ever. You have to keep your distance if you're going to keep yourself.
Even if you do miss the other parts sometimes.
I bet you're not so civilized -- "The Warrior" -- Scandal
He's got this face he gets sometimes. It's bare and naked and every veneer of civilization and humanity that he normally wears is just stripped away. It's not the Prince of Man face. See, that one I can deal with. It's like the face every other authority figure in my life has tried to wear, only Henry does it a bit better. He's been doing it longer, anyway. But authority I can tell to fuck off. I can walk away. There might be danger in it, might be a night in jail or a swat on the head, but mostly with the shit I get into, or at least used to get into, it's not going to kill me, you know? Other times, you give in, you respect it. But you've always got the choice.
Not with the other one, not without risking wetting your pants, at least. It's his Prince of Darkness face, and it's not one you turn your back on, no matter if you trust him with your life or not. Human nature, right there, recognizing that we aren't exactly at the top of the food chain. He is. And you think his eyes should be like Willow's when she's doing her magic (which, by the way, eyes don't do when you do magic, no matter what TV and movies say), but it's more than that. It's nothing that drastic, nothing that in your face. And yet, it is. It's wild and feral and when it's fixed on you, you know not to move, 'cause if you do, you're toast. And maybe it's not a bad way to go. Maybe it'll make you come harder than you've ever imagined was possible. Maybe it's more addictive than meth. But it's a face you can lose your soul in. You look too long and there's nothing left of yourself. That one you don't walk away from so easy, but once you do, you know you can't go back, not ever. You have to keep your distance if you're going to keep yourself.
Even if you do miss the other parts sometimes.
