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01 January 2025 @ 12:00 pm
Welcome to my LJ page, which gets updated as frequently as a sloth goes for a jog.

If you're here to read my fiction, click on the "story" tag to filter out the other crap (unless you want to see how much of an emotional roller coaster I can take you on).

Then, read the oldest entries first, since I posted certain items chronologically.

If I get around to it, I'll post more (but there's a good chance that won't happen until summer).

Also, these story clips need so much editing...bear with them.

Enjoy your stay!
Current Mood: nervousnervous
17 August 2013 @ 02:23 pm
i have a secret....*whistles smugly*
15 June 2013 @ 08:37 pm
But in the meantime, check out my story pinterest board. Just ideas.

Now, stop reading FanFic and get writing, self!
21 January 2013 @ 09:16 pm
this is a test.  this is only a test.
15 June 2012 @ 07:13 am
These are the AMAZING commissions done of my characters by SilverChan.  The clothes are not what I would have picked...a little too closed and formal for me.  Too 1800's.  But otherwise, they are perfect!

First up: Keio and Iliana.

Keio & Iliana

Next, Ethyn and Zoe.
Ethyn & Zoe

Finally, older Ethyn and Caelin.

Ethyn & Caelin
18 March 2012 @ 09:14 am
I'm getting rid of a crapload of CD's.  Please peruse the list to see if you're interested in purchasing anything. I will give you a quote, which includes shipping.  It's about $1 per CD, burned CD's are free.

CD ListCollapse )

Current Mood: calmcalm
20 October 2011 @ 08:52 pm
Or rather, the end of something.  This bit comes towards the very end of "The Ordeal" and may have some slight spoilers, but it was the scene that spoke to me most right now.  I'm as stuck as the two characters are at the end.  I know who I want to speak first, but not what he will say.  It will be revealed to me in time.

The EncounterCollapse )
Current Mood: apatheticapathetic
03 October 2011 @ 10:36 pm
Just cause I had it mostly done, and I'm in a gloomy mood...

\por-TEND\, verb;
1. To indicate (events, misfortunes, etc.) as in future; to foreshadow; to bode.
Iliana stared out the window at the gloomy landscape.  Fall arrived early this year, colder and wetter than usual.  Keio was gone for the month, travelling through the villages with Cora.  Dreary days like this made his absence difficult for Iliana.  She looked in the direction of the castle, which normally stood in miniature against the horizon.  However, the thick fog of the day hid much of the valley in which it resided.  A low rumble echoed across the sky as the rain picked up again.  Iliana shook as a portending chill crept down her spine.  Never had she been so ill at ease on her own before.  Something did not sit well with her, and her stomach flipped at the thought that she might not be safe.  Trying to ease her mind, Iliana moved to the fireplace, stoking the wood so it burned brightly once more.  The heat from the hearth crept through her and calmed her nerves for the time being.
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Current Mood: tiredtired
27 September 2011 @ 10:47 pm
\GAD-uh-bout\ , noun;
1. Someone who roams about in search of amusement or social activity.

(Told from Ethyn's perspective)
Cal?  He can be summed up in one word: gadabout.  Almost every night he’d scope out the city for the newest public house and frequently wouldn’t return until the break of dawn.  The master was none too pleased with his behavior, but he looked past Cal’s antics.  Cal had a remarkable ability to recover and performed flawlessly through drills and lectures.  Music came so naturally to him, and, although I learned quickly, I worked twice as hard to reach his level of talent.
When the master sent us on our quest to discover the music of outlaying regions, Cal’s habits only intensified.  Sure, he and I learned a great amount, but only after the nightly game of ale and sex.  I knew his routine backwards and forwards.  I could predict which tactic he would use on which night and on which person.  So how did I actually fall for him? 
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Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Clannad - Trail of Tears
26 September 2011 @ 07:46 pm
\SAP-id\ , adjective;
1. Having taste or flavor, especially having a strong pleasant flavor.
2. Agreeable to the mind; to one's liking.
“Are you sure I’ll be safe?”

“Ili, I’ll be by your side the whole time.  Any sign of the king’s men and we’re gone.  I promise,” Keio reassured, placing the hood of Iliana’s cloak around her head.

Iliana had only ever watched the festival from the castle balcony, seated next to her father.  She recalled gazing out at the vast expanse of the kingdom in the darkness, dotted with orange lights from the villages’ bonfires.  It resembled the stars in the sky painted across the landscape.  The Harvest Feast prominantly stood as the largest celebration of the year.  This would be the first time she attended the festivities in person.  And although she and Keio were over one hundred leagues from the castle, Iliana still felt her father’s presence looming over her.  Her one saving factor was that almost no one recognized her as the missing princess.

Keio acknowledged her trepidation.  “Listen, we don’t have to go if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, I want to go, truly.  It’s just...”

“I know.  You fear he’s always searching.”

“You know he hasn’t stopped looking for me.”

“He’s not going to concern himself with it this week.  We're in the midst of the biggest celebration of the year.  The entire kingdom is celebrating, including the king's minions.”

“You’re probably right.  Okay, let’s do this before I change my mind,” Iliana spoke with determination, holding her hand out to Keio.

He placed his own hand in hers, leading her out of their cottage and down the hill to the main village. 

The bonfire towered over the houses and buildings from its position in the center courtyard.  Keio's head was more aflame than ever in the bright glow of the pyre. 

Carts and booths selling food, drink, and novelties crowded in the streets which were already choked with townsfolk.  Keio found Bex’s stand outside his tavern and pulled Iliana towards it.  He held up two fingers to Bex, who handed Keio two mugs filled to the brim with a dark amber liquid.  “You’re in for a treat.  He only brews this once a year,” Keio shouted to Iliana above the clamour of the festival.

Keio clanked his mug to hers and gulped down a quarter of the mug, watching Iliana take her first taste.  The sapid, fruit-flavored liquid filled her senses with instant joy.  She took another swig, draining half the mug.    Keio stared at Iliana, stunned, and Bex cracked up when she looked up with a wide grin on her face. 

"What?" she asked, noting the look on Keio's face.

“How strong did you make it this year?” Keio asked Bex while still staring at Iliana.

"Same as usual."

Embarrassing memories of the beverage's potent effects flooded through Keio's mind.  "Oh boy."
Current Mood: blahblah