chillinbythefire

Swapping Masks by Lady Vincira Icy blue eyes delved into Jonathan's soul, reaching deep into his heart and digging cold claws in. He couldn't move - couldn't turn away. No, not now...not when he was being held this way. All he could do was run a dry tongue over parched lips, trying in vain to come up with something - ANYTHING - to spare him. "...I can't do this." It was barely a whisper. With a sharp crack, bony knuckles connected with his jaw. He reeled back a step, but a spidery hand shot forward to snatch at his collar. "Don't be stupid, Ichabod. You know just as well as I do that you WANT to. I'm the only one in this hellhole that gi

Musings on the Bat by Lady Vincira As he gazed across the room, blue eyes aflame with the passion of his work, a slow, lopsided grin burned onto his gaunt face. He is coming. No...not a shock, really. He always does. Amazing...a few simple words can bring him running...but I won't be satisfied until he's running away. The footsteps reached his ear, and he turned his long, slender neck to peer down the hall, his shoulder blades and upper vertebrae straining against the white jacket that bound him. So thin...too thin, perhaps. His glasses slid downward on his nose, but he could do nothing to adjust them. Oh, well. He hardly cared, anyway.