For shit’s sake, it wasn’t like there was a twelve-step for being the Scribe Virgin’s kid:
Hi, I’m Vishous. I’m her son and I’ve been her son for three hundred years.
HI, VISHOUS.
She’s done a head job on me again, and I’m trying not to go to the Other Side and scream bloody murder at her.
WE UNDERSTAND, VISHOUS.
And on the bloody note, I’d like to dig up my father and kill him all over again, but I can’t. So I’m just going to try to keep my sister alive even though she’s paralyzed, and attempt to fight the urge to find some pain so I can deal with this Payne.
YOU’RE A STRAIGHT-UP PUSSY, VISHOUS, BUT WE SUPPORT YOUR SORRY ASS.
Tags: vicious funny-and-random
Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.
J.R. WardTags: humor
Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.
J.R. WardThe chanting grew louder, deep male voice pumping.
She looked to the brothers, the tall, fierce men who were now part of her life. Wrath pivoted and put his arm around her. Together, they swayed to the rhythm that swelled, filling the air. The brothers were as one as they paid homage in their language, a single powerful entity.
But then, in a high, keening call, one voice broke out, lifting above the others, shooting higher and higher. The sound of the tenor was so clear, so pure, it brought shivers to the skin, a yearning warmth to the chest. The sweet notes blew the ceiling off with their glory, turning the chamber into cathedral, the brothers into a tabernacle.
Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch.
It was Zsadist.
His eys closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang.
The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.
Tags: dark-lover-p-334
He was one giant, violant fuck-you to the world.
J.R. WardButch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.
J.R. WardTags: butch
Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.
J.R. WardAs her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest.
-Butch and Marissa
He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he?"
-Butch and Marissa
Tags: butch
Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are."
-Butch and Marissa
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