Comments on: escape http://darklingmuse.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/escape/ the journal of Darkling Elytis, Lady of Caledon Sun, 10 Jan 2010 04:24:49 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Diamanda Gustafson http://darklingmuse.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/escape/#comment-453 Diamanda Gustafson Fri, 18 Apr 2008 13:52:40 +0000 http://darklingmuse.wordpress.com/?p=86#comment-453 *Lifts her head from her decks. It appears that the rather familiar faces never cease to amaze me. I'll be watching, doing the thing I know best. *Lifts her head from her decks.

It appears that the rather familiar faces never cease to amaze me.
I’ll be watching, doing the thing I know best.

]]> By: DarklingRose http://darklingmuse.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/escape/#comment-451 DarklingRose Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:54:47 +0000 http://darklingmuse.wordpress.com/?p=86#comment-451 <i>She opens the door slowly... peering uncertainly out into the gloom. This is not where she intended to land! She'd envisioned a deep forest, or a vintage nightclub, or a highway with no one on it... Not this dark... wicked... place... But with the familiar voice of her old friend, all uncertainty melts.</i> "Wha- ... Bloodwing! Is that--? I thought yeh were--" <i>Even a Prince of Hell can get knocked over by an enthusiastic hug!</i> She opens the door slowly… peering uncertainly out into the gloom. This is not where she intended to land! She’d envisioned a deep forest, or a vintage nightclub, or a highway with no one on it… Not this dark… wicked… place…

But with the familiar voice of her old friend, all uncertainty melts.

“Wha- … Bloodwing! Is that–? I thought yeh were–”

Even a Prince of Hell can get knocked over by an enthusiastic hug!

]]> By: Bloodwing http://darklingmuse.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/escape/#comment-450 Bloodwing Mon, 14 Apr 2008 20:26:40 +0000 http://darklingmuse.wordpress.com/?p=86#comment-450 <i>It was a rare lull in New Gomorrah. Mornings of silent study, days of swinging swords and spraying bullets, and nights of debauchery. At twilight he found himself i a corner of the palace that only a demon would call "cozy". He was counseling a younger demon, comparing the cost-to-benefit ratio of savagery versus subtlety, intimidation versus deception, and destroying castle walls from outside as well as within. He found a decent vintage of absynthe under the bar after a few good chuckles with the youth, who trundled off to some other lightless tunnel. He nearly choked on the glass of Green Muse when the blue box grinded its way onto Hell's doorstep. He reached under the bar, laying his hand on the wickedly curved blade secreted there. But then he saw a face so very familiar, and his scowl lifted. His crimson eyes gre brighter.</i> "Well curse me twice if it isn't Lady Darkling!" <i>Where was the bloodwyne? Ah, hanging upside down of course. Nothing but the best vintage would do.</i> "Have a seat, M'lady...we have many stories to share..." It was a rare lull in New Gomorrah. Mornings of silent study, days of swinging swords and spraying bullets, and nights of debauchery. At twilight he found himself i a corner of the palace that only a demon would call “cozy”. He was counseling a younger demon, comparing the cost-to-benefit ratio of savagery versus subtlety, intimidation versus deception, and destroying castle walls from outside as well as within.

He found a decent vintage of absynthe under the bar after a few good chuckles with the youth, who trundled off to some other lightless tunnel. He nearly choked on the glass of Green Muse when the blue box grinded its way onto Hell’s doorstep. He reached under the bar, laying his hand on the wickedly curved blade secreted there.

But then he saw a face so very familiar, and his scowl lifted. His crimson eyes gre brighter.

“Well curse me twice if it isn’t Lady Darkling!”

Where was the bloodwyne? Ah, hanging upside down of course. Nothing but the best vintage would do.

“Have a seat, M’lady…we have many stories to share…”

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