F O R T I U S F I D E L I’ S 300th Follower Give-Away
Okay wow but not really. I never would have expected 300 people. That’s ridiculously insane. So, in order to show my gratitude, I’d like to do a give-away thingy. Now, I’m artistically challenged, so all of my “winners” will get a writing based thing. Okay? Okay. Here are the rules:
- You must be following me. Well I mean. It’s a follower give-away.
- Reblogs only.
- You can reblog as many times as you’d like.
- An in-depth study of the relationship between your character and mine.
- A character study of your character
- Promo for a week.
- Up to (3) drabbles of your choosing.
- An in-depth study of your character
- Promo for a week
- Up to (2) drabbles of your choosing.
- Up to (2) drabbles
- Promo for a week.
GIVEAWAY ENDS JANUARY 12
Mm, I hear they’re throwing a party downstairs for the likes of you and I once this plane is done away with. Though…apparently Lucifer’s also a brat with daddy issues, so I for one will be getting rather thoroughly drunk and ignoring most of the house guests.
—A delightful end, truly.
An enternity with your inebriated self. My excitement is boundless.
"A lock pick for emergencies, is not a key, darling.”
"Fer th’ record, ya call meh a puppeh again an’ Ah’ll ‘ave mine eat ya."
[ Eyes that, for all intents and purposes, might very well seem hollow and absent in their shadowed remove remain, privately, watchful nonetheless; a tiny tremble of hands noted, as is the (likely unintentionally) pointed hue of the other’s silence. One might think, watching this tableau from the outside, that James is oblivious entirely to the sentiments involved, at least on the one side; but, in fact, quite the opposite is true. He’s perfectly aware—to not know would be a personal failure of a most embarrassing scale; it’s simply that he considers returning them unnecessary and counterproductive. (The possibility of returning them is, simply put, not even a question in his mind; it’s been well established already that such things are not even to be thought of.)
Still, he plays his role well; saviour, mentor, king, God. Destroy, rebuild into something better and prettier, and the gratitude for his handiwork is always a pleasure.
A spectre of a grin flits across the consultant’s features, eyes narrowing in dry diversion; followed by a falsely contemplative hum. ]
Ah, you know me. Memory like an absolute sieve.
[ In other words, he’ll remember (the state of his mind rather doesn’t allow him to forget). He’ll just sort of…choose to ignore the reminder. Again: whoops. ]
[ And so Sebastian went along the path, lead by the hand of a man so far from a God and yet so similar. Breaking and remaking, well, wasn’t that precisely what the young Colonel wanted? Relevant. For that was what the army did to you, now, wasn’t it? Gave you a purpose, such power. Developed you into a weapon for Queen and country.
They just didn’t like it terribly much when you did precisely what they taught you to do. Finish the job, no? Seek retribution. That was all this war was, though they dressed it up so fine.
And it was all taken away. A soldier left without a war to fight, now that’s a dangerous concept. ]
—A lie, dear. It is simply determination to refuse to listen.
Surely you’ve been too busy to keep tabs on what has been occurring in my life, however.
As ever, m’dear. You should know better than to think I’d allow you to have any secrets at all.
Wasn’t I a bloody idiot?
Ah, the delightful tones of a failed family.
Did it? - SM
How lovely to hear. - SM