We’re Screwed. (nick) Screwed Blue

Fine, But I’m Not Ripping The Head Off A Voodoo Chicken Or Drinking Anything Disgusting. (grace)

Acheron Kissed Her Lightly On The Cheek. "rest. We'll Be Back When He Needs You." He Watched Her Climb Into Bed Before He Took His Nephew Down To His Room. "well, It Appears To Be Just The Two Of Us, Little One. What Say You We Get Naked, Drunk And Find Us Some Wenches?" The Baby Actually Smiled Up At Him As If He Understood. Acheron Nodded. "so That's It, Eh? Barely A Month Old And You're Already Lecherous. You Are Your Father's Son.

We All Have Choices. (astrid) No We Don’t, Princess. Only People With Money And Influence Have Choices. For The Rest Of Us, Basic Necessity Dictates What We Have To Do To Survive. (zarek)

What An Alliance, Huh? A Dark-hunter And A Spathi United To Guard An Apollite. Who Would Have Ever Imagined? (wulf) Love Makes Strange Bedfellows. (acheron) I Thought That Was Politics. (wulf) It’s Both. (acheron)

Patience To The Spider