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Source: curious_nico | 2 Dec 2011 | 9:04 am EST

A thought that occurred upon reading this

[Sage] refused, politely, the seat that was offered, preferring to stand, like a retired officer, hands clasped behind his back, between the women and the door. In his long duster, with his long goatee, Audrey imagined he must look rather intimidating.

You know what you do when someone tries to psych you like that? You pull a footstool in front of the desk and stand on the stool, lean on the desk, so the two of you see closer to eye-to-eye and you at least look relaxed, and you give him a cheery grin and maybe a finger-waggling wave. Then you get on with the talking.

Mind, that teacher is an idiot. "Sure, we know she lives at least near the neighbourhood of nonhumans, but she can't POSSIBLY ever have met any of them, she must be lying!" Blegh.

Source: curious_nico | 18 Nov 2011 | 3:24 am EST

"Don't tell me you're too blasted myopic to see this. We've known each other too long," Suitov told me. He still had his fingers wrapped delicately around my shoulders and I... didn't feel like pulling away just now, ok?

"And 'this' would be?" I said, looking lazily over his shoulder.

"Don't be cute, Pounce. You've been heartachey and pining and too shy to admit it." He released one of my shoulders and tapped me on the nose. I let him win that one and turned to meet eyes the colour of room-temperature steel.

Aching heart or not, I can be plenty insouciant when I want to, and of course I wanted to. "Even if I have been," I said, "are you suggesting you know why?" I looked away for a moment, brushed a speck of dust off his sleeve.

"Oh, I think we both know what's been going on," he said, which made me look back to him in a hurry. Seeing the look in his eyes I thought, ok, so maybe he does know. Then again, maybe he thought I had Instarrian space flu. No need to leap into his - to conclusions, I mean, leap to conclusions.

Slinking a step nearer, I tilted my head and said "Then if you think you know how I'm feeling, I suppose you'd better tell me how you're feeling."

"Well, if you're asking me," he said, "I feel like making a full commitment the like of which you would not see from any other man." Which made no sense wait a minute.

I froze for a moment, wriggled out of his grip and stared at him. "My lord, are you rickrolling me?"

Suitov gave me a devilish grin; his warm steel eyes caught the light. "Never," he said.

"I hate you," I told him, and when he reached for me again I let him hold on this time.

Source: Ishtar's Writing Blog | 16 Mar 2011 | 1:26 pm EDT

Hmm.

Yes, that seems in order. Yalso. New icon-picture.

Source: Suitov's notebook | 2 Mar 2011 | 11:38 am EST

Source: A Thing of Shreds and Patches | 1 Mar 2011 | 10:39 am EST

I'm making no comment whatsoever, other than to remark that James has been teaching me nine-dimensional chess and it is delightful.

About this, I really am saying nothing.

Source: Suitov's notebook | 1 Mar 2011 | 10:06 am EST

The Poaladin came up to Weft and intoned "I am now sure you are my destined love and my God intends for us to always be together"

Weft whinged "You mean all that rampant sex was you not being sure? You said you loved me"

"Yes" boasted the Palodin "sorry but you are a stupid ho so what do you expect!!!"

"I hate you!!!" yowled Weft.

"Too late I prayed to God and now we are married." Informed the Paliadin.

Weft puzzled "But I haven't even said I Do"

"Now you have" the Paladium crowed. "Now you are my wife now for ever"

Weft's eyes flahsed "No" he corrected "YOU are MY wife!!!"

Source: Ishtar's Writing Blog | 17 Feb 2011 | 2:19 am EST

Suitov: I sneaked around to the stage door and stood there preening. Several audience members mistook me for a member of the cast. I've no idea who. #
Basaltine: Probly the pantomime cow ;p #

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Weft: The golden tassels on milord's jacket don't shampoo and condition themselves. You think they're EASY to reach with the straightening tongs? #
Nico: Tassels? :D #
Weft: The barbarians never invented buttons. They hold their clothing closed with little cords. How dumb is that? :D #
Nico: Makes for some appealing designs, particularly if you're into corsage-look. #
Weft: If I'd been bodyguard to someone at the royal palace... All those clothes... *looks dreamy* #

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Basaltine: I found a black forest gâteau in a bin. The cream had gone a funny colour. Why people throw these things away is beyond me. #

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Suitov: This town has six more mayors than it needs. The main street is full of holes that enterprising wheelwrights have filled with nails. Woeful. #
Weft: I don't like this place. Two rival muggers both tried to get me to sign their receipts. You can't tell me that's any way to run a town #
Weft: I killed both muggers, obviously, and when we came by the alley later on there were four teams of police jostling each other to investigate! #
Basaltine: They have six currencies here. I tried to buy a rubber bone from a trader and he had a haggling war with himself. I got it free!#bestdayever #
Suitov: One of the mayors was caught in the bed of another. Apparently this is disallowed. Much gossip in patisseries. There is talk of impeachment. #

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Suitov: Enemy scouts approaching... through a field of wild poppies. Too easy; but then again, that tends to go hand-in-hand with fewer casualties. #
Weft: :O You killed them! They're dead! You killed them all!!! #
Suitov: Yes, they're dead. All dead people snore. Everybody knows that. Look, that one is cuddling a toy lamb while being dead. #
Weft: ...I admit that I may have possibly deserved that irony sir. #
Suitov: Come, we'd better be gone before they wake up. I don't think I can hide all of us long enough for them to pass out of sight. #
Basaltine: I STOLD THIS ONE'S SANDWICHES!!!! :D #

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Herm: Ree, BTW, am talking to Vespers over email about romance. JJ & Iceheart have been mentioned. If her ears are burning (chilly?) that's why. #
Ree: JJ+Sv = OTP <3 <3 <3 #
Herm: *now feels guilty for having told Vespy about the Other Woman from Sv's past* #
Ree: Pasht suggests they combine forces and OT3. I think she's been reading too much babylonvenus fic. #
Herm: :D Well, JJ may have the precedent, but Suitov's so boringly monogamous... #
Ree: Jaina's mono, too. The Terrareen vampire hunters are open to polyamory, but members don't have to be poly. #
Basaltine: nobody who meets Fi is mono. I knew her before she became a foreign dignitary, and home, I ttly would. #
Suitov: @Basaltine No, you will not. #
Ree: (Hee. <3 ) #
Weft: *I* don't see what's so special about her. She's all clever and... clever. And a bit overweight. Her wardrobe, though... *dreamy* #
Weft: Jaina doesn't do the smirking thing and she doesn't steal other people's men, she isn't all cunning and she has scruples. She's nicer. #
Suitov: *Borrows.* Fi borrows other people's men, and women. By arrangement. You don't understand court politics at all, you lucky man. #
Weft: I don't want to, Lordship. #
Basaltine: if Jaina ever dumped Iceheart and really wanted to hurt him, she should get with Fi. Would break his hart. And be hottt. #
Suitov: *is glad he isn't capable of looking any such thing as "paler than usual" * #
Ree: Keep dreaming, love. #
Basaltine: I love you too <3 *tummyrubs? wagwagwag* #

Source: Suitov's notebook | 16 Feb 2011 | 4:11 pm EST

When Jaina walked in on Weft strangling her boyfriend, the first thing Weft said was "Sssh."

This was enough to make her look again rather than immediately fling a stake into his wiry hide, much as she would have preferred the alternative.

Suitov was sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, slumped upon a bureaucratic nightmare of political orders piled high on his desk. Weft shifted his hands a little further down to work on the shoulder muscles. Suitov's forehead, knotted even in sleep, smoothed itself out.

"He's only just fallen asleep," Weft said in pre-emptive defence.

"How long?" said Jaina, knowing Weft would interpret that one correctly. She kept her voice low in deference to her boyfriend's utter lack of sense when it came to admitting mortality.

"Only five days," said Weft.

She partly blamed herself. It was most of a week ago that she'd sent Suitov word that she was about to pay a visit. Then, with perfect timing, Denver had hit the fan and she hadn't had a spare moment.

"I ambushed him from behind when his guard was down," Weft added with dark humour that Jaina felt was in exceptionally bad taste. Everything about Weft was in bad taste except his dress sense, and he'd had his hands on her Ice for far too long.

"Okay, Kittenboots, I'll take it from here," she said, nodding him firmly out of the way.

Weft eyed her and didn't move. "That's not necessary, Miss Jaina."

"But I insist."

"Couldn't put you to the trouble," he scowled. She wondered if he realised he was mimicking Suitov's phrases. That didn't suit him any more than the sulky face did.

"It's no trouble at all; now move your furry heiney off my mage."

Weft pouted. "And let you clumsily maul him about? I've only just got him to sleep."

She rolled her eyes and said "Weft, anyone can administer a backrub."

"Anyone?! Have you any idea how long I spent being trained in physiothera--"

Suitov stirred. Weft froze. The mage lord muttered "Jackdaws are alarm calling again. Have to find the colum...columbine."

When he did nothing more, Weft started up the kneading motions again with a glare at Jaina.

"Well go on, get lost," she whispered.

"I was here first!" Weft whispered back.

"He's my boyfriend," she said.

Weft processed that for a second, then bent his head and touched his tongue to Suitov's neck. "I licked him," he said. "Mine now."

Source: Ishtar's Writing Blog | 31 Jan 2011 | 11:58 am EST

Jaina: @Suitov So @Weft reports that you think me a "vigilante murderer". Technically you can't murder the already-dead, though. #
Suitov: @Jaina I didn't say vigilante murderer. I said, downscaled for simplicity at the time, that you disregard due process. #
Weft: @Suitov You just sympathise with heartless, pulseless, cold-skinned monsters because you ARE mostly one. Abominations don't get rights. #
Weft: @Jaina Slap him! #
Jaina: @Suitov I see. That sounds more accurate. Certainly I'm unsanctioned in my actions, though I maintain they are necessary. #
Jaina: @Weft Slap HIM? He was right and you were deliberately inflammatory in your rewording! I'd sooner slap YOU around. #
Weft: @Jaina I must have missed the bit where he agreed you don't murder "people" huh? #
Jaina: @Weft I did not hear him make that claim; I heard you make that claim FOR him. #
Weft: @Jaina Fine! Let's see him wriggle out of this one! @Suitov do you think vampires deserve to die? #
Suitov: @Weft No, vampires do not deserve to die. #
Weft: @Suitov @Jaina I TOLD YOU #
Suitov: @Weft @Jaina Killers need to be stopped. Because of their actions, not their mere existence; and out of necessity, not deserving. #
Jaina: @Suitov @Weft Yes. I hunt vampires because most would otherwise hunt us and kill us. I don't stake the nonviolent ones. #
Weft: @Jaina I can NOT believe you are letting him wriggle out of this. #
Jaina: @Weft Because I happen to agree with what he's saying! Why is that so hard to believe? #
Weft: @Jaina Because he's a lying, squirming, word-twisting lizard! #
Suitov: @Weft And you are a despicable, wretched little murderer whom I would, in other circumstances, happily neutralise for your own good. #
Weft: @Suitov ...... :O *looks, quite frankly, awed* #
Nico: @Jaina I pointed out that argument [about vampires not being alive to be 'killed'], too. #
Jaina: @Nico Good. Thank you. #

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Weft has been following him around like a meek puppy ever since. I think he LIKES being spoken to like that.

Source: Dog Daze | 30 Nov 2010 | 1:16 pm EST

Hey Jade! Sucks to be you!

Your wonderful handsome boyfriend thinks you're a vigilante murderer. He said so.

Source: A Thing of Shreds and Patches | 29 Nov 2010 | 3:55 pm EST