show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy

Who procrastinates like whoa?

Act V, set to Claire Voyant - Mercy.

( the beauty in the crime is: you don't feel a thing. )

Plz to be telling me I'm not the only one all unf unf unf over the last few chapters? Because I am. >D (Also, don't expect this sudden run of things coming out at a decent pace to last; the inspiration is flowing, yes, but tomorrow is Moving In day, and it's just the beginning of my favorite clusterfuck of all time: re-situating. Alas!)


Act III, set to Tom McRae - The Boy with the Bubblegun.

( if words could kill i'd spell out your name )

( author/fic notes )

Act One, set to Coil - Rosa Decidua/In Memory of Truth.

( I've wound myself tight into the hedgerows )