I know your name!
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Con is over... this should be a grand Entry about the various beatings and floggings, the pirate captain, seeing Megan again, Candice and her wings, getting to talk with Tanya, the leather boots, the chocolate/slave auction, or even the fact that I have my nipples pierced - be Very Afraid, 'Nre. *grin* I could explain why we're crashing for the night at Bug's place, or discuss the conversation I had with John, or even bitch about how much my nipples hurt. Hell, I could give details of the wedding, what there was of it (pretty much just signing the paperwork, the Handfasting Proper won't be happening for a while yet apparently, which is kind of a relief). Certainly I could complain that the ass who was supposed to give me my branding iron while I was up there didn't get in touch. I could whine about the fact that I'm tired but not at all sleepy. I could... ehh. I could go on like this for a while.

That's not what is mattering most to me, oddly enough. None of it. The only things I can seem to focus on are the voices in the back of my head, the hungers growing swiftly less dealable-with, my fears... my regrets. I have regrets. Just tiny ones, but... gods.

I can't wait to be home and steadily online and able to just curl up and cry for a while. I haven't been able to do so yet. It's starting to eat at me pretty badly.

There's not enough light to draw by, or my skin would be soaked with ink.

blood like a bonfire
eyes like a flame
voice like a lover's touch
whispers my name
death in red velvet
he's masked by the truth
innocent evil
immortal youth


I feel... old.

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