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And you don't care if you're lost... [Jul. 31st, 2003|01:35 am]
[mood |Unrepentant]
[music |Morrissey - Jack The Ripper]



Title: Highway
Author: Annie Oates
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah (AU-horror)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Absolute fiction. I do not think Misters Bloom and Wood likely to explore the scenarios contained within, nor do I think them capable of the inhumanity or insanity profiled (or at least as incapable as any of us suffering from the human condition). Either way, it is not intended to imply or infer anything about their characters or personalities.
I don't for a second believe any of this and neither should you.
Author Notes: Massive appreciation to Azrhiaz for the beta, encouragement and for just getting it. As always, thanks to the Muse for sending me the most wicked worlds in which to hunt.
WARNINGS: Slash, manipulation, insanity, quasi-noncon, murder, necrophilia.
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gippity [Jul. 24th, 2003|12:46 pm]
[mood |Sex-ay]

*loveses eddie*
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You know... [May. 29th, 2003|11:16 am]
[mood |grumpy]

...I'm quite convinced that everything evens out in the end.
Shit storms and glory days all average out until the sum of the World is one giant, "Meh."
*wonders if this is what is meant by "Atlas Shrugged"*
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[May. 9th, 2003|12:43 am]
[mood |Spiffy]
[music |Panjabi MC - Beware of the Boys]

Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips,
Think but one thought of me up in the stars.
The summer night waneth, the morning light slips
Faint and gray 'twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars,
That are patiently waiting there for the dawn:
Patient and colourless, though Heaven's gold
Waits to float through them along with the sun.
Far out in the meadows, above the young corn,
The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold
The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun;
Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn
Round the lone house in the midst of the corn.
Speak but one word to me over the corn,
Over the tender, bow'd locks of the corn.
William Morris - Summer Dawn
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