... As for th'rest of you... buncha milk sops on this fuckin' boat. I'd a'thought better of some of you. Or worse. Whatever. S'aright I suppose. Don't mind bein' a 'wolf among sheep. Some'a you are sheep n'Lurker wolf's fur, though. Idiots... why pr'tend... [Dissolves into incoherent muttering] [Locked to Cadence] Cap'n exists. Met 'im. I want. His goddamn head. [/Locked]

I don't recall ghosts ever being volatile. They were simply a bit lonely, most of them checked on their relatives... A few were friendly. Either way, I doubt the lights flickering has anything to do with ghosts. ...How could someone... [Edit // Locked to Cadence] I'm sure you must be busy, but... Is there any chance that I could meet you face to face? I... Just want to ask you something.

Title : Passacaglia and Fugue in C Minor, BWV. 582 Author : pyro_o Theme : Cadence ( a sequence of chords that brings an end to a phrase, either in the middle or the end of a composition ) Fandom : The Prince of Tennis (anime canon) Warnings : PG15..? Boykissing and then some. Disclaimer : I don’t own this fandom- it is the creation of Takeshi Konomi. Summary : Syuusuke really does think...

Characters: Cadence and Delame Setting: A little village in Brittany, then Paris Today I was going to meet Hestia's friend. Technically I knew of him, as Thundereagle and Dylan had worked with him in the past, but it was all on shaky terms with those two at best. Still, from what Hestia told me it sounded like he was the kind of sorry bastard I usually hung around with anyway, so I figured we...

Characters: Hestia and Cadence (laaaaaadies) Setting: Some place in Wales, I dunno what I'm talking about A stroll and a talk and breakfast and a girlfriend, that's what I needed right now. I was scared and I was torn and I was nervous, but I had a friend and that was good. I had a friend who wasn't my father-in-law and my husband and my baby and especially Dylan. I had a lady friend who I could...

...beta'd it a few times myself, but let me know if I missed anything. Or if it's crap. Heck, I'm just happy I wrote something. I probably should warn you, it's not a happy fic, or a fan fic. Cadence The swish and hiss kept rhythmic cadence, as regular as a metronome. The stuttering scrapes of wooden chair legs over linoleum punctuated a backbeat, while the soft murmur of desperate, pleading...

  Cadence Warnings: slash&femmeslash&and some dark content. Together. They were like the perfect song, every movement fluid, all actions in sync. They were polar opposites and knew the other's every thought. In each other they found balance. Everything perfect. Together. One step forward when they are together. Synced. They can do anything. They can win. But happily ever after doesn't...

Characters: Dylan and Cadence, the gruesome twosome Setting: A Medical Centre (for crazy wizards and witches), Central London Another Saturday spent with Dylan. Getting ready in the mirror and checking the address again, written on my hand in ink lest I get to the city and forget, I tried to pick my stomach up off my toes. I felt like I had swallowed rocks. Thundereagle was out in the garden with...

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«Автокатастрофа» / « Crash » (1996) Дэвида Кроненберга Это пиздец. Когда в апреле возвращаясь из Казани после полуночи автостопом я стал свидетелем жуткой аварии с участием фуры….Когда за...смертей, фальшивых женщин и ненастоящего . Но театр Кроненберга слишком похож на жизнь.] Простите жизни все ее прегрешения. Она такая, какая есть. Очень красивая и бесконечно печальная.