Well I was born in Calgary, Canada and I moved to Melbourne with my family at the age of 4. My accent is an odd blend of Canadian and Australian but it’s mostly Canadian as I would have parroted what my parents said while I was growing up.
is the Celtic Goddess of the Moon, fertility, rebirth, wisdom, magick,
transformation, beauty, artistic inspiration, and is the patroness of
poets, as well as the Divine Queen of the Fairies. She is reputed to be
extremely beautiful and have a tremendous singing voice. She was born
at the first Moonrise, and much of what we know about her comes from the
Mabinogen, an ancient book of Welsh folklore.
According to the Mabinogen, Rhiannon fell in love with a mortal and
refused to marry one of her “own kind”, much to the distress of her
family. The lucky guy was Prince Pwyll. They first met by Pwyll’s
castle, at The Tors, a place reputed to be just above the entrance to
the underworld, and was thought to cause enchantment and love. Pwyll
immediately fell in love, and when Rhiannon rode by, he followed her.
On and on they rode, Pwyll persuing her, however he could never bridge
the distance between them, no matter how fast or long he rode. When he
could ride no more, he called out to her in desperation and she stopped
to wait for him, smiling to let him know all he had to do is ask for
Maddox needed a drink. He needed to repent his sins, wash the guilt away with a few beers and shots, make the voice in his head shut up before did something a little bit more deadly than bio-terrorism. He closed up shop early – Monday nights were always dead anyway – and went to a night club – which was similarly dead, even though there was still buzz about bloodsuckers poisoning people. Which was good, because he wasn’t a bloodsucker, so therefore not a suspect. How wrong the police were.
He stood outside the local pub, fuck-watching. He was a bit pissed off at Lock at the moment, but that would subside quickly. He couldn’t stay angry at him. He loved him too much. It was like being angry at a Labrador. Just couldn’t stay angry.
“Yes. No. No. Ew, definitely not.” Maddox murmured to himself as he checked out everyone who passed, a game he and Rhiannon used to play when they were young cafe trash. He was a bit tipsy, only three beers and four cigarettes in.
And then he saw him.
He was fucking cute. A bit young for him, but honestly, Maddox still had the idea of Ruby-Reagan stuck in his head. A hot androgynous goth kid writhing underneath him. He had to have him. Had to be distracted and purified. His own Personal Jesus.
He got up, taking his bottle with him, even though he wasn’t technically allowed to take his booze off premises. He made eye contact with him as he approached the bench where he was sitting. “Wanna go somewhere?” he asked, looking down at him, handing him his beer and puffing away on his cigarette.
me:wow, the new kuroshitsuji arc looks so interesting and promising! the art is beautiful, the themes are cool, it's really intriguing, maybe there are some parallels with ciel's past! finally, we're getting somewhere!