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022. Enemies
The trap reminds him he has a job to do -- and that if he does it well he can savor her suffering in his victory. Not that he boasts just then -- she withstood more pressure than most witches he has killed. But he did kill them all, in the end. The Charmed Ones though, he will make suffer especially, before their deaths. He had told Klea before he left of his desire to force the eldest, the one seen in the Underworld as being cold as a fish to the touch, to her knees, and then forcing his way into her mouth. He adds to the image after the trap, but then dismisses it in the wake of Andras’ almost successful effort.
When he first sees her in the Underworld, his head full of the Source’s plan and his humanity ebbing away by the minute, the image reasserts itself as a pure sick, twisted demonic thrill -- Prue on her knees before him in the foyer of the Manor, Piper and Phoebe held back and forced to watch by Brotherhood goons holding athames to their throats, Leo dead by the arrow of a recruited darklighter. He had wanted her to know in the marrow of her bones that evil was more powerful than she was, that not only could she not protect her sisters, but that her last sight of them would be their anguish at her forced betrayal. He wanted to lean down as she serviced him, look her in the eye and whisper, “How does it feel to have been right all along?”
Current Mood: okayokay
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014. Green
It is inexplicable, and therefore frustrating beyond belief, but he envies that dead near-sainted mortal for the hold he has on a part of Prue Cole himself has only ever had the vaguest notion of. Some irrational part of him, no more evil but less disciplined than the rest, has thoughts of tracking down the man’s grave once they re-surface and working the most sadistic dark magic on it. Even leaving a note, “Your soulmate chose to marry a demon! Enjoy the afterlife!” would assuage some of this childish jealousy. And of course the root of it is that he wants to possess the side of Prue this man knew and loved deeply. He wants to know what she was like at fifteen, at ten, at five. He wants, oh, how he covets the knowledge of the night she lost her virginity to that mortal. He can’t break her, otherwise. He can’t enter her and drown her from the inside out.
Current Mood: thirstythirsty
27 May 2009 @ 11:24 am
I'm a chatterbox, first of all.  I like being pithy, but still I tend toward tl;dr much of the time.  When I have the energy, anyway, which I've been lacking this past fortnight.  Bleh.

Anyway, me:
I am a political science, or more generally a social science, geek, which I do talk about.  I'm an Arabophile, wa atakelam shewa arabi. Geopolitics, especially Middle East politics, history, linguistics, current events, all of that, I love to think and talk about.  I am a fangirl, and many of my posts are either fannish thoughts or fic.  Specifically Charmed fic.  I'm also a Trekkie, really a Niner, as the journal shows. 

I'm also a practicing Catholic, but I was raised with a strong sense of when and how it's appropriate to discuss religion.  My beliefs do not enter my fanfic unless there is an appropriate in universe reason, and I haven't posted about them.   I like to listen, and I really will, and I freely admit there are many things I haven't figured out yet.  As long as you aren't irrationally anti-Catholic, we should get along vis a vis religious discussion. 

I have hemiparesis on the left side of my body, hydrocephalus with a VP shunt, and various vision issues in addition to myopia, including a lack of natural depth perception.  As a result of my vision, I do not drive.  This inspires some, but by no means all, of my irritation with my hometown.  I'm single, and I have a lesbian friend who has kissed more guys than I have.  Most of that is due to where my head was in high school and my body and self-image issues.  Much less of a factor was that I went to an all girls Catholic high school, and was a geek. 

That's about it, really.  Anything else, just ask.
Current Mood: hungryhungry
So, the San Diego County swine flu (I thumb my nose at you, pork industry) confirmed case count is eight as of last evening. The case at the local state university has now been deemed "probable" swine flu. The campus is still open as usual. The inevitable news site postings clamoring for closing the border are also increasing.   The whole situation is red meat to the nativists. 
Current Mood: hungryhungry
27 April 2009 @ 05:33 pm
Have you had an earworm lately? Exorcise it by inflicting it on your friendslist. Post the lyrics or - even better - a video.
"Dreaming of You", by Tejano star Selena, which I sang (badly) during a Karaoke Night last week.

'Cuz I'm dreaming ... of you, tonight
'til tomorrow, I'll be holdin' you tight
And there's no where in the world I'd rather be,
then here in my room, dreaming about you and me

I'll spare you the verses.

Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
22 April 2009 @ 10:18 am
83% humidity this morning, even though it was 61F.  Foggy -- but that's cleared up now, and nice cool breezes are gently blowing.  Ah.  Is anyone else tired of the sponsored Writer's Blocks?  I am.
Current Mood: contentcontent
With player names like "Norma Lee Insane" and "Dahmernatrix", then "Derby Dolls" is an accurate generic term for a women's rollerderby team. The group I watched Saturday night was like a JV squad, but they were called "hardcore". Okay. It was free, because my brother (did I ever mention I have three brothers?) is their announcer. So in exchange for us getting there almost three hours early, I got to watch the game/match/whatever it was called GRATIS.

Jammers, beaters, the pivot .... I felt like I was rereading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone for a moment when I read over the helpful guide to rollerderby in the program. But they went around and around and around the track with few enough interruptions (between "jams", or periods of play) for me to be content to watch. And "ooh" nearly every time a player was knocked to the floor. It was a rout, as expected. 116 to 24. But the visitors were the "Prison City" derby dolls, because they were temporarily fleeing from a certain Inland Empire mid-size city with three state pens within its limits.  Minor lulz came from my brother with his Wikipedia-derived "List of Fun Facts" about the place.  Including indignant responses from the Mayor at how the city's portrayed as a druggie hickville on "The O.C."

To which I said, "Portrayal? Hell, we good girls in high school talked worse smack about the place than that.  And what we said was true."

In other non-news, it was hotter than heck in a handbasket today.   I had goals this morning, people.  Fic writing, betaing, even cooking goals. But this heat = me being slothish. Yes. Slothish,  Tomorrow is supposed to be cooler.  It better be.
Current Location: where the heat rose
Current Mood: warm. too warm
Current Music: Bring Me Little Water Sylvie
12 April 2009 @ 03:05 pm
Happy Easter, Passover, belated Nowruz, weekend, etc. Have a character meme to celebrate! From scarletladyy, who gave me Ginny Weasley.

Meme time!Collapse )
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Current Mood: warm
04 April 2009 @ 08:06 pm

My writer's block broke today.  I'm excited, but tired.  Chapters of BT are coming!  I mean that.
Current Mood: sleepysleepy