The Threshold

Killers?

I doubt I care, that's more the providence of my siblings. Except for that thirst to prove themselves. That is all mine.

Might I say, too many tacky pillows. Those have to go. And the decoration is too gaudy. Art Deco, pinups, or minimalism, that will do for now. You may pick up the pillows. Otherwise I suppose I shall give them to my youngest sister.

I do like the space but not the unceasing noise. Stop or you shall have to go.

Whatever anyone chooses to believe is entirely their affair. However, it's generally frowned upon to not believe in the things that one calls into their lives on a daily basis.

What would my twin say about all the pain and suffering that's been riddling the City lately. I cannot guess, but I can remind the dear citizens that all you need is love.

Until it stabs you in the heart. Everyone knows that there's nothing worth your time with love, don't they?

Well. Take it to heart.

Fantastic.

Mirrors are not my specialty. Despair, return.

Sweets, my sweets, keep wishing.

Private to Rose Walker :: Warded :: Cursed

Despite what happened, and despite your terror, and despite the fact that I could care less:

You'd best reign in your friend before the Lord Dream or the Prodigal deem to find themselves insulted at his presumptions.

Plan a murder. Begin with that thought and you've already lost.

Commit a murder. Then you're begging me, not my sister. Beggars.

Plead it's a crime of passion. The afterlife, and here's a secret, one worthy of the Brother's houses, is what you make of it. No more, no less.

Kill someone. There is a thing as a killer who is not a murder, despite what any one person might have you believe.

My twin is gone, my oldest brother tied in his book, and the rest of my siblings are absent, at best.

So how shall Desire entertain itself today?

She would have enjoyed today.

As much as she can enjoy.

[ooc: Twin is gone. This is the extent of Desire's angst ~_~]

Snack cakes. Truly, is that where our desires lie?

No, it's not a metaphor. It's truth, for today, at the most.

I know you're not thinking pure thoughts.

And isn't that a shame on such a pure day?

In the days when pregnancy was much more common. After all there was so much less to keep the masses occupied. Sock-hops? A skirt that could be lifted and dropped with nothing more than a hand, and white petticoats. So pretty.

I did like the nineteen-fifties.

I suppose that some will rather things weren't so color-blind, but that doesn't really matter so much here.

Three days of curses.

Where is the whining? I've noticed my siblings have come out to play. Perhaps I should, too.

Corinthian, you should speak to me, on the matter of dinner. Come now, show off your stupidity for me.

There is an entire team ready to go after my brother. Don't you know it is idiocy to attempt such a feat?

Has everyone indulged their Fable side quite thoroughly? I know a little bluebird sang the blues last night, but was satisfied quite cheaply. Seems a bit odd that desires change so quickly, even when an old dog returns to bark and piss.

Ladies of the City beware, he's on the prowl after he decided that he had to choose magic. It's almost a cautionary tale.

Some would rather be antagonized through other methods. I believe I saw someone airing themselves out after a night of poor decisions.

Perhaps a round of escargot will satisfy the people. True love can wait.

Someone is missing their heart, and it is not my granddaughter, for once.

[ooc: Abusing italics while airing out your dirty laundry, City]

Happy Valentines Day.

Do not forget.

Corinthian. I demand you in attendance.

( ooc - click me )

Ah, love

What a stupid bitch.

It's not March yet, City. Will the fruiting and proclaiming not end? I'm nearly bored to tears.

Tony.

Perhaps the City ought to realize by now that this is no mere curse.

You may thank your dearest friend for insinuating that I am not fair in how I perform. I felt a test was in order. Everything has the capacity for equal interaction with me. Even angels, homonculi, gods, demons and especially humans. Nothing has the right to say they desire more.

I thought I would prove how some in the City know restraint.. I hear, so far, that no one has molested a child yet? Rose Walker, wouldn't you agree?

The Endless do not play mortal games. The stakes are much higher.

[ooc: All the links are there]

I should like to point out that despite whatever you may think, I assure you that perversities endure because you permit them to.

Kindly take stock of love and weigh it against it's self value.

Goodbye, Lord Morningstar. It is time for her divinity to mourn. Perhaps a fair haired boyfriend will cheer her up?

Did you enjoy your meal, Szayel Aporro? Perhaps your errant siblings would like some as well. I would like to see them hosted on a meal fit of my sweet, disobedient soul.

So many sweet nuptials. I congratulate them all - Forest themed, although they are tragic in their execution, Business casual, who may not consider their marriage without consulting one's accountant, a truly fairy tale ending.

I'm sure I'm missing someone, which should indicate my level of care. Who is next, then? Spring is proving expensive. Perhaps you should propose next. Or you.

As we keep with the tradition.

You should take care in which doghouse you piss in. Not everyone in the City is so understanding.

Asher wore out his love here, so I sent him home. It seemed only fitting after all the true terror and hate he experienced. Poor, lovely vampire. He grew so wearisome, at the end.

Let's discuss secrets and the poor keeping of them. Corinthian? Your thoughts? After all, you did fuck into the family with the biggest secrets of all. Honestly, did you expect anything less from a Constantine? You may as well have slept with a cat or perhaps the Lord Morpheus.

Oops. Too soon?

Any other opinions? The Network is grand and has so many secrets, wouldn't you agree?

Some people find my relationship with my twin odd. Desire and Despair.

Why odd? Find that truth, that deep sense that we are two sides of the story.

I am not love. Love is a beautiful thing, and it wanders my realm, but it is not me, and I am not so careless to consider it thus.

Some would call me cruel. But I did not give her my lighter so that she would learn to suffer, or to age, or even to love.

I gave her my lighter because I wanted to to know my sweet, most precious twin with all the ability that a human truly may.

Because Desire, too, knows love.

I am not so cruel.

My brother would say that's a lie. He says that we are merely definitions - that as I rule, I define hate, and because he destroys, he defines creation. Coins, he calls us.

My other brother would speak of the cycle - how destiny leads to death and death to dream and so on. I do not believe in such. Delight is dead.

Thanksgiving passed and not a single thank you for me.

Have I not been kind?

Do I define hate, or do you merely thrust that upon me?

Have you found something valid of your desires?

Twin, sweet Despair, I'm in your Gallery, and I hold your sigil. Come to me, sweetest, fairest, loveliest Despair, come to Desire.

I did not appreciate it. Stop hallucinating, you fools! Where is Morpheus? If he thinks he can hide from me, I'll crush him.

Some should learn to take better care of themselves and their blessings. You're my blood, Rose Walker. You have my heart, but you go and choose to engage in your old business. See if my brother treats you, you'll always be mine.

Others should find their way to me now. Tony, come. I want what's mine. I want it now.

Get down and lick!

[ooc: In a panic. Be nice? Strike warded and cursed, visible to Tony, and his friends.]

Lonely.

So very lonely.

Someone wanted the hearts of children. Another wanted her father back. Some ended up in bed with another. Another wanted to blow up the world. Love. Hate. Lust. Passion.

Doesn't anyone want me?

Rose, are you warning people away from me? Mind your manners, girl, otherwise I'll have need to have them minded for you.

Why do you tell him the truth? That you enjoyed every anonymous minute of it, and hurt him or not, you would do it again? There is no shame in wanting the nightmare. He's not ugly, just hideous in spirit and needy in nature.

Are you enjoying your freedom?

Are you relishing in yours?

See fit to answer, I don't ask these questions for my own health.

You and your wayward uncle have my greetings. Even if he'll be too immersed in his misery to care for it. I pray that you, at least, have a sense of humor. Otherwise it runs in the family.

As to the rest of you. Do you see fit to present me your wishes tonight?