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Writers: A hero's death
Sep. 27th, 2011 08:01 pm"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
( He held the picture in his hands, his own vacant eyes staring back at him )
( He held the picture in his hands, his own vacant eyes staring back at him )
Writers: Love
Mar. 23rd, 2011 07:46 am"It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey." - Jean Racine
( No one would ever guess that a simple band of gold would change things )
( No one would ever guess that a simple band of gold would change things )
Writers: Marking a Murderer
Mar. 10th, 2011 07:09 pm(backdated in verse to Sundayish)
"The problem with you is that you're too nice. You still have a heart. Me? I don't have that problem anymore."
( The room was dark except for a fire crackling in the corner )
"The problem with you is that you're too nice. You still have a heart. Me? I don't have that problem anymore."
( The room was dark except for a fire crackling in the corner )
Writers: Image
Mar. 2nd, 2011 08:59 pm"What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?" ~George Gordon, Lord Byron,'Child Harold's Pilgrimage'
( Peter got a good look at himself in the mirror )
( Peter got a good look at himself in the mirror )
Writers: The Plan for the Day
Feb. 26th, 2011 11:41 am"As a matter of fact, yes; I did have plans for today. And us getting naked and having mind-blowing sex was definitely a part of that agenda."
( Not what Peter was expecting to hear from Sylar at all )
( Not what Peter was expecting to hear from Sylar at all )
Writers: Kisses
Feb. 1st, 2011 07:58 pm"A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point." - Mistinguette
( It felt like months since they became trapped here )
( It felt like months since they became trapped here )
Writers: Still the same
Sep. 29th, 2010 05:18 pm"We live for the nights we'll never remember with the people we'll never forget." - unknown
( The bed sheets were tangled around their twined legs )
( The bed sheets were tangled around their twined legs )
Writers: Good Days
Jun. 24th, 2010 06:32 pmEverybody needs someone to hold
And cause nobody told them it would be this way
If for a moment we could taste the glory
And forget our worries
( This was turning out to be the happiest day he experienced in a long time )
And cause nobody told them it would be this way
If for a moment we could taste the glory
And forget our worries
( This was turning out to be the happiest day he experienced in a long time )
Writers: Understanding
Apr. 22nd, 2010 02:46 pm"We keep each other's secrets, you and I. Where that leads or not, it doesn't matter.”
( It was the most natural thing in the world )
( It was the most natural thing in the world )
Writers: The World in Pieces
Jan. 23rd, 2010 11:27 am“Sorry to be dragging you into this.”
Peter glanced over his shoulder to the young woman by his side. He shook his head in response to her words. He couldn’t believe that after all this time of fighting side by side, she would still take some responsibility.
( Don't apologize, Echo )
Peter glanced over his shoulder to the young woman by his side. He shook his head in response to her words. He couldn’t believe that after all this time of fighting side by side, she would still take some responsibility.
( Don't apologize, Echo )
Writers: What's left
Jan. 7th, 2010 08:11 am“Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left." - Hubert Humphrey
( As each shot rang through the air, Peter flinched against the noise )
( As each shot rang through the air, Peter flinched against the noise )
Writers: Death
Dec. 22nd, 2009 06:02 pmPeter let out a soft whimper that he didn’t bother suppressing. His partner was pressed up tight against him, eyes dark in lust. The older man combed through Peter’s dark hair and instinctively the empath craned his neck to the side. There were already so many healed bite marks dotting his neck; so many other times when he let the other drink from him.
( So willing. You might be killed some day, beautiful )
( So willing. You might be killed some day, beautiful )
Writers: Justice
Dec. 13th, 2009 07:46 amPeter grimaced, tugging on his tie restlessly. He didn’t mind wearing suits but on this occasion he was feeling stifled. Probably because he was forced into it by his father. He was forced into the entire day by his father. Peter couldn’t even excuse it as father-son bonding.
( Pay close attention, Peter )
( Pay close attention, Peter )
