Me:Oh. My. God. I can feel the director’s glare. It burns as if Satan stands behind me, breathing flames down my next and it’s only because my careless screw up has kicked open the doors to Hell. I have released fire and demons into the whole show. It’s ruined. I’ve caused it to go down in flames. I’m sorry, I’ve failed the ensemble. I shall leave with Satan and his demons to burn in Hell for eternity. It’s where I belong.
I’m not trying to cause any drama, this is just a funny scenario I thought up one day and have been dying to share. This scenario could work equally as well with Rosa but, for some reason, my brain went ‘but Rosa has Leigh’ and substituted Alexy. Some of you probably would have gone through this with a friend anyway so… Yep. Enjoy my brain leakage.
I believe and will stand by Alexy being gay. It’s canon, it has happened and that’s that.
However I can see him kissing Candy once and only once.
Like, he really cares about her and isn’t sure if it’s because they’re so close or because of something else. So he leans in, kisses her then like halfway through the video buffering circle starts going in his head…
Processing, processing, processing.
Then he backs up, looks at Candy and is just like ‘nope, sorry, I really do like dick’. And Candy just replies with ‘yeah, me too’. And they carry on like nothing happened.
Like, they both knew what was going down so they tried it and were like ‘nah, this aint right’ and just continued to be friends.
Serious Commander is very serious. Serious Celyse too, all around serious team. Go team serious! Protect that Haven! :P Also, for those all who watched the stream, ta da~! I hope it came out how you were expecting eheh ^_^ You can read this page on Deviant Arttoo!
My fingers went involuntarily to my left hand, and the smooth gold of Frank’s wedding band.
He was watching me intently, eyes steady on mine. The torches along the terrace had been lit; the dancing light caught him from the side, throwing the stubborn set of his bones into sharp relief, lighting one eye with burning blue.
“I shall need a stake,” he said quietly.
“Bloody hell.” I swung away from him, and stood staring off the edge of the terrace. The torches on the lawn had been lit, too, and Perseus’s white marble buttocks glimmered through the dark.
“I willna lose it,” Jamie said behind me. His hand rested on my shoulder, heavy through my shawl. “Or if I do—I shall redeem it. I know ye … value it.”
I twitched my shoulder out from under his hand, and moved a few steps away. My heart was pounding, and my face felt at once clammy and hot, as though I were about to faint.
He didn’t speak, or touch me; only stood there, waiting.
“The gold one,” I said at last, flatly. “Not the silver?” Not his ring; not his mark of ownership.
“The gold is worth more,” he said, and then, after the briefest hesitation, added, “in terms of money.”
“I know that.” I turned round to face him. The torch flames fluttered in the wind and cast a moving light across his features that made them hard to read.
“I meant—hadn’t you better take both of them?” My hands were cold and slippery with sweat; the gold ring came off easily; the silver was tighter, but I twisted it past my knuckle. I took his hand and dropped the two rings clinking into it.