~AKA NugatoryTm
It was cold. It was always cold these days, ever since Toki left. But Toki's room was especially cold, even with the white fur coverlet from Skwisgaar's own room spread out upon the double bed. The Swede lay atop the fur, curled into himself as far as his gangly limbs could manage and wished for the krillionth time that Toki was there to curl himself around.
It had been a week since the funeral, but for Skwisgaar time didn't seem to pass at all. Events whirled around in his head in an endless loop: Toki's goodbye kiss as he left for Norway to tend to his ill mother; the news from a stricken Charles that the helicopter ha
~aka NugatoryTm~
"A package for you, My Lord," said a Klokateer as he presented Skwisgaar with a rather large shipping box. "It's...from your mother," the Hood added apologetically.
Skwisgaar, about to take the box in his arms, stopped at that. "Ams it her saffrons cake?" he asked warily. It was getting close to Christmas. and none of the other band members had heard from their own mothers yet. Secretly, he hoped that the box was all he would hear from her this season.
The Klokateer shook his head. "It appears to be personal effects, My Lord."
Personal effects. Which normally meant that his mother was ridding her house of more of hi
Scandinavians Are Crazy by Grannie-Win, literature
Literature
Scandinavians Are Crazy
~aka: NugatoryTm~
Nathan broke out into a hurried walk as he heard scuffling noises coming from the rec room. From the foreign cursing, interspersed with bits of broken English, he felt safe to assume that their resident Scandinavians were fighting again. Nathan growled softly and hurried his pace. It was the fifth time this week, for metal's sake! Fights were not uncommon between the two, and the pressures of trying to get an album recorded only made things worse. Now that Toki had recorded an album with Murderface, he took offense that Skwisgaar was still recording over his guitar line
~AKA NugatoryTm
It was cold. It was always cold these days, ever since Toki left. But Toki's room was especially cold, even with the white fur coverlet from Skwisgaar's own room spread out upon the double bed. The Swede lay atop the fur, curled into himself as far as his gangly limbs could manage and wished for the krillionth time that Toki was there to curl himself around.
It had been a week since the funeral, but for Skwisgaar time didn't seem to pass at all. Events whirled around in his head in an endless loop: Toki's goodbye kiss as he left for Norway to tend to his ill mother; the news from a stricken Charles that the helicopter ha
~aka NugatoryTm~
"A package for you, My Lord," said a Klokateer as he presented Skwisgaar with a rather large shipping box. "It's...from your mother," the Hood added apologetically.
Skwisgaar, about to take the box in his arms, stopped at that. "Ams it her saffrons cake?" he asked warily. It was getting close to Christmas. and none of the other band members had heard from their own mothers yet. Secretly, he hoped that the box was all he would hear from her this season.
The Klokateer shook his head. "It appears to be personal effects, My Lord."
Personal effects. Which normally meant that his mother was ridding her house of more of hi
Scandinavians Are Crazy by Grannie-Win, literature
Literature
Scandinavians Are Crazy
~aka: NugatoryTm~
Nathan broke out into a hurried walk as he heard scuffling noises coming from the rec room. From the foreign cursing, interspersed with bits of broken English, he felt safe to assume that their resident Scandinavians were fighting again. Nathan growled softly and hurried his pace. It was the fifth time this week, for metal's sake! Fights were not uncommon between the two, and the pressures of trying to get an album recorded only made things worse. Now that Toki had recorded an album with Murderface, he took offense that Skwisgaar was still recording over his guitar line