Ok. It started as a joke. Not even my joke. I just sorta joined in and ran off with it, and now here I am, obessed. Of course, I am refering to the Fine British Gents. It started with Barnaby and Matthias, and then I made up Alistair (based off the chara Lord Darcy which I am very much in love with!) and Styx made James and Z made Sterling, and next thing I know I had an RP. That was meant..as a joke.
It aint a joke anymore, bby. No way. See, after that got started, my mind started to FLY. It all started with an innocent thought " Is there anything outside the Club?" and ZOOOM! Like, dayum. Next thing I know I am thinking of classes and thieves and loose women and gaming houses and now..it's all I think about.
Alistair. I think of him even at the oddest times. Last night I was balancing my checkbook, I thought of him, running his Earldom. Even as I type I think of him; dark haired, grey eyed, lean, intense. Controlled, perhaps too much so. A perfect gentleman til you drive him to his edge, or at times in certain..situations..and then he is a sadist. Pity the fool in his way then. An Unseelie Fae, and very handsome..but can't maintain a lasting relationship. His best friend in the whole world is a Demon. Funny.
There will be more as I put this all to Gaia-paper.
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It is hard to be a an Angel...and a CIA operative. I was once an Angel, flying in the heavens, bestowing my beauty on the world. Next thing I knew, I was trapped by the Secret Service and pressed into service for the USA, serving in data analysis.
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