What an amazing day. Been tearing around in the sun on Thunderpuss, catching up with friends, family and errands. Going to lay down some piano with one of my singers and the I'm taking my lovely friend Christina out for a birthday dinner tonight which means I have a perfect excuse to fill my face with amazing food...
Plus I just bought the Firefly DVD box set.
AWWWW YEAHHHHHH!!!!!
And to top it all off, I finally had a chance to update with some more Filthe...
As always click the following for the previous chapters:
Chapter 1, Part 1
Chapter 1, Part 2
Chapter 2, Part 1
Chapter 2, Part 2
Chapter 3, Part 1
Chapter 3, Part 2
Filthe and the Firefly, Chapter 4, Part 1
The closet came to a halt and something unlatched just out of sight. What had been the inner wall swung away and Katia found herself in the attic. The attic? Why the hell was there an elevator to the attic? And since when did the attic have skylights? And well-stocked bookshelves? And a desk and chair and drapes and candles?
And dcor?
It was quite beautiful actually. Katia walked over to where a book was laid open on a lectern. Next to it, nestled in a small box was a gorgeous stone set into a silver pendant and chain. The stone couldnt seem to decide whether it was blood red or ember orange and whenever Katia moved, the dim light in the room seemed to converge and flit like a school of neurotic goldfish in amongst the glittering facets.
She picked it up and thought she felt the tiniest thrill of something run through her. Then her brain moved on to more important subjects. This would do beautifully for tonights party. Nothing shows off cleavage better than a little sparkly firefly poised to pounce just above.
When Mordecai came to he found himself strapped to a rough table in what appeared to be a large cave lit by various smelly torches on the walls.
Fuck, he said and then groaned as the world spun sickeningly.
He couldnt see Bill but he could smell him and was fairly certain he could hear him moving around somewhere just out of sight. This was largely because Bill moved much like an Ogre. That was largely because Bill was, in fact, an Ogre. Well sort of. He was one of the Tlathmaalacheon. Nobody who had encountered Bill in the last 4000 years knew what his real name was because whenever he tried to tell them, the collection of noises that reached their ears sounded mostly like an active volcano with indigestion. Mordecai wasnt sure but he vaguely suspected that Bill was the last of their kind alive. He didnt know too much about their kind but as far as he could tell they were an ancient race of giant creatures who were heavy on the Shamanism and light on the personal hygiene.
In his current condition, it wasnt the personal hygiene bit that had him concerned.
Darby fumed. That is he growled and grumbled and tried to fight the fact that he looked adorably cute as evidenced by the constant pats and ohhhhhpuppy! as he wound his way through the snow in the pearly morning light.
He was so angry he nearly got himself run over several times as he tried to reach the causeway to the Lions Gate Bridge. It was going to be a long walk. Ostensibly, he could try and get taken in by someone other than the Paulsens but usually that just meant a trip to the pound and he couldnt risk that when he was this close to his goal. The girl had bolted for now but shed be back soon enough. In the meantime he needed to eat and prepare his next strike. So over the bridge it would have to be. Shut up stomach. That it wasnt snowing anymore was both a blessing and a curse. Even with the element of surprise, he couldnt risk engaging her without a healthy amount of snow or at least water around.
What the fuck had Filthe been doing there? That was the 3rd time hed shown up near the girl and it was definitely not a coincidence. Darby had gone to great lengths to ensure that Mordecai would be unlikely to track the through his usual channels but somehow the bastard had found a way. As soon as hed got what he needed from the girl, hed deal with Mordecai. The thought cheered him up a bit.
Plus I just bought the Firefly DVD box set.
AWWWW YEAHHHHHH!!!!!
And to top it all off, I finally had a chance to update with some more Filthe...
As always click the following for the previous chapters:
Chapter 1, Part 1
Chapter 1, Part 2
Chapter 2, Part 1
Chapter 2, Part 2
Chapter 3, Part 1
Chapter 3, Part 2
Filthe and the Firefly, Chapter 4, Part 1
The closet came to a halt and something unlatched just out of sight. What had been the inner wall swung away and Katia found herself in the attic. The attic? Why the hell was there an elevator to the attic? And since when did the attic have skylights? And well-stocked bookshelves? And a desk and chair and drapes and candles?
And dcor?
It was quite beautiful actually. Katia walked over to where a book was laid open on a lectern. Next to it, nestled in a small box was a gorgeous stone set into a silver pendant and chain. The stone couldnt seem to decide whether it was blood red or ember orange and whenever Katia moved, the dim light in the room seemed to converge and flit like a school of neurotic goldfish in amongst the glittering facets.
She picked it up and thought she felt the tiniest thrill of something run through her. Then her brain moved on to more important subjects. This would do beautifully for tonights party. Nothing shows off cleavage better than a little sparkly firefly poised to pounce just above.
When Mordecai came to he found himself strapped to a rough table in what appeared to be a large cave lit by various smelly torches on the walls.
Fuck, he said and then groaned as the world spun sickeningly.
He couldnt see Bill but he could smell him and was fairly certain he could hear him moving around somewhere just out of sight. This was largely because Bill moved much like an Ogre. That was largely because Bill was, in fact, an Ogre. Well sort of. He was one of the Tlathmaalacheon. Nobody who had encountered Bill in the last 4000 years knew what his real name was because whenever he tried to tell them, the collection of noises that reached their ears sounded mostly like an active volcano with indigestion. Mordecai wasnt sure but he vaguely suspected that Bill was the last of their kind alive. He didnt know too much about their kind but as far as he could tell they were an ancient race of giant creatures who were heavy on the Shamanism and light on the personal hygiene.
In his current condition, it wasnt the personal hygiene bit that had him concerned.
Darby fumed. That is he growled and grumbled and tried to fight the fact that he looked adorably cute as evidenced by the constant pats and ohhhhhpuppy! as he wound his way through the snow in the pearly morning light.
He was so angry he nearly got himself run over several times as he tried to reach the causeway to the Lions Gate Bridge. It was going to be a long walk. Ostensibly, he could try and get taken in by someone other than the Paulsens but usually that just meant a trip to the pound and he couldnt risk that when he was this close to his goal. The girl had bolted for now but shed be back soon enough. In the meantime he needed to eat and prepare his next strike. So over the bridge it would have to be. Shut up stomach. That it wasnt snowing anymore was both a blessing and a curse. Even with the element of surprise, he couldnt risk engaging her without a healthy amount of snow or at least water around.
What the fuck had Filthe been doing there? That was the 3rd time hed shown up near the girl and it was definitely not a coincidence. Darby had gone to great lengths to ensure that Mordecai would be unlikely to track the through his usual channels but somehow the bastard had found a way. As soon as hed got what he needed from the girl, hed deal with Mordecai. The thought cheered him up a bit.
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rin:
yeah, having a ps would be pretty awesome.
rin:
yeah, having a ps would be pretty awesome.