Streets of Hope

As you could've expected, a drunken lich wearing slippers didn't have an easy time boarding a twice-refurbished 'copter. Still, the weirdly energetic twinkle in Zeb's eye-lights suggested he enjoyed this little escapade. If he'd had labial muscles, he probably would've been grinning. "How forma...

Haskill didn’t respond right away, instead letting Alex work through her own unpacking of the situation. At best, he looked slightly peeved that his daughter had cut him off for maybe a second, at the most, but the negative emotion didn’t last long. Once she finished, he nodded. “This is indeed poss...

It took a few moments, but the flat-faced Fae soon left his former group and made a bit of a show of ambling closer to Alex and Vernon, turning his head towards them as if he'd just spotted them at the last moment. "Milord, hello," he started, pushing in to put a hand on the Fae's shoulder...

Well, sort of. 1. Work's been crazier than usual, I officially integrated the office's IT team and needed a ton and a half's worth of updates. 2. There's still renovations taking place around the house, but we're nearing the end of it. 3. The both of them combined left me fairly exhausted. Haven't h...

"To me, the end of the Universe is an installation. An art piece of sorts - the final note in a symphony, the last echo before silence - and before all that makes angels and demons what we are runs its course. If you go by what Science dictates, billions upon billions of years from now, only zo...

What's the end of the Universe like?

Replacing his overcoat, scarf and stovepipe, Vernon led the young dryad back to the front of the mansion and then lightly touched her back. Alex would sense a persistent, if thin cocoon of warmth form around her, carrying faint effluvia of baking pies and roasted chestnuts. It was as if she had a pe...

"None of us would want you to, either," confirmed Vernon. "Least of all, Sophia herself." He let his satisfaction, love and appreciation for Alastriona's approach to the situation linger in the air for a few moments, and then drew in a breath. "Well, the rest is, honestly, p...

The gift turned out to be a small hobby horse carved out of a single block of wood. No paint finish adorned it, but it had been meticulously sanded down while maintaining just a few coarse angles - enough to suggest this wasn't quite one of Vernon's victoriana, but something more primal, more ancien...

Vernon’s Mantle kept going for a few minutes, the WinterLord not quite giving in to Bucky’s excesses, but still spending a few moments relishing in Alex’s appreciation of the table’s furnishings while occasionally cadging a few too-large bites from other items he’d selected for himself. Winter Fae d...