It’s Just A Mild Disagreement, Papa. Remi

A Clever Enemy Would Kiss My Hand, Then Stab At My Back While I Was Distracted. (stryker) A Coward’s Action. Truly. Don’t Insult Either One Of Us With Such A Suggestion. I Don’t Believe In Petty Juvenile Attacks. I Go After What I Want, And When It’s The Life Of An Enemy I Don’t Want There To Be Any Mistaking My Intention. If You’re Worth My Hatred, Then You’re Worth My Letting You Know That I’m Coming For You. (zephyra)

Nick Was Dressed In Jeans, A Dark Green Sweater, And Bomber Jacket–the Perfect Image Of A Rich College Student. Talon Looked Like A Biker Who Had Just Left Sanctuary, New Orleans’s Premier Biker Bar. Acheron Looked Like A Refugee From The Dungeon–the Local Underground Goth Hangout. Valerius Was The Professional Contingent, And Zarek…zarek Just Looked Like He Was Ready To Kill Something.’ (talon)

How Do You Feel? (maggie) Like I Got Hit By A Bus That Decided To Back Up A Few Times And Make Sure It Finished The Job. I Think It Must Have Ground Its Tires On My Ribs During The Last Run. You Know, Just In Case I Might Actually Want To Breathe Again In My Lifetime. (wren)

You I Expected Better Of." He Turned His Swirling Sliver Gaze From Sam To Dev And Fang. "you Two Not So Much." -acheron

Do You Know What Happened To The Last Person Who Took That Tone With Me? (xypher) Let Me Guess…disembowelment. Probably Painful. Definitely Slow. (simone)