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→ seven.

  • Apr. 23rd, 2008 at 4:09 PM
→ runs through my head.
Ughhh.

I hate doing check-ups on people. Well. Technically, demons.

→ six.

  • Mar. 13th, 2008 at 9:59 PM
→ -___-|||||||
Axel, I swear.

Get your paperwork done by tomorrow. I'm not taking it up on Sunday. They always have a hissy fit. You've seen one demon a million times, there's really no need to start the army, but they act like I'm some terrorist or something! Geez!

... actually, by the end of the day.

I have plans.

→ five.

  • Feb. 14th, 2008 at 11:01 PM
→ and as he turns.
[voice post initiated]

[connecting...]

[connecting...]


I dream of rain, [vocalizing]

I dream of gar-dens in the desert sand.

I wake in vain,
[vocalizing]

I dream of love as time runs through my hand.

I dream of fire,
[vocalizing]

Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire.

And in the flames... [vocalizing]

Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire!

This desert rose,
[vocalizing]

Each of her veils, a secret promise...

This desert flower
[vocalizing]...

No sweet per-fume ever tortured me more than this.

And as she turns,
[vocalizing]

This way she moves, in the lo-gic of all my dreams.

This fire burns,
[vocalizing]

I realize that nothing's as it seems...

[sudden crash, thump. gasp, swearing.]

[disconnecting...]

[voice post terminated]


ooc; lust is elevated. <3

→ four.

  • Feb. 6th, 2008 at 9:13 PM
→  i dream of red.
Um, hey, Axel?

... can I be in a pornography?

Please? ♥

→ three.

  • Jan. 29th, 2008 at 6:40 PM
→ of gardens in the desert sand.
[//Screened from USER: HELLFIREHEART]

Ugh. It's hard keeping away from him.

Stupid lackeys everywhere.

I should have some alone time, too. Geez.


[Screened from USER: HELLFIREHEART\\]

→ two.

  • Jan. 22nd, 2008 at 3:47 PM
→ of the fall.
Okay, so I got a new collar by myself. No thanks to you, Axel, and your shirking-of-paperwork. It doesn't have spikes, it has little stars instead, so it'll be hard for those to fall.

Hm, I wonder what plays are showing tonight~.

[voice post initiated]

[connecting...]

[connecting...]


Heaven's gates won't open up for me. With these broken wings I'm fallin'--and all... I see... is you...

These city walls ain't got no love for me, I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story, and oh, I scream, for you...

Come, please, I'm callin'.

And all I need from you...

Hu-rry, I'm fallin'...

I'm fallin'...

Show me what it's like, to be the last one standing, and teach me wrong from right... and I'll show you, what I can be.

Say it for me; say it to me, and I'll leave this life behind me--

Say it, if it's worth savin' me...

Hu-rry, I'm fallin'...


Hm. Not quite the-- [doorbell. creaking of a mattress.]

Work time.

[disconnecting...]

[voice post terminated]


ooc; to anyone who heard his singing, your feeling of helplessness has been highly elevated.

→ one.

  • Jan. 16th, 2008 at 7:53 PM
→ shape of a man's desire.
Nine thousand to date. Iiii am pretty proud of myself~!

Hey, Axel. Did you do your paperwork yet? Why is there a big bottle of liquor on your desk?

... in the mood for some fun? ♥

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