yup, fic *headdesk*

Yet another evening/morning beautifully wasted!

Graduation gift for villainny, following on from this gorgeous drabble she wrote for me.

This just kept growing. André wouldn't shut up. Italics tags are EVIL. I am dead of tired.

Warnings for distrubing amounts of blood, a lot of swearing, gratuitous (albeit subtle) insertion of song lyrics, and quotage of a line from Ashie's drabble.

( A difficult way... )

and another GBP

A huge happy birthday to schiarire, whom I adore beyond measure <3

Your birthday fic will be forthcoming once I have the time to read Lear. Hah.

In the meantime, Getty has managed to suck in my soul and so I have a stupid amount of icons for you. Also some very, very random music.

( I had to forcibly prise myself away from the 'cigarette' search... )