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Tuesday & Simon
Tuesday: 19; high school senior; 5'10"; red/orange hair; dark green eyes; rose/dragon/blood tattoo on belly; skinny little bastard. Simon: 26; high school literature teacher; 6'1"; black hair; amber eyes; not a skinny little bastard.
Tuesday and Simon. Simon, the teacher, Tuesday, the student, or is it the other way around? Either way, they're together. They're in love. You don't have to search far to find their story.


Jack & Loki
Jack: 23; horror novelist; brown hair; green eyes; 5'8"; has had nightmares ever since he was a child, the images of which he incorporates into his novels. Loki: who knows how old he is; singer in a band; waist-long black dredlocks; light brown, honey-ish colored eyes; coffee-colored skin; leaves a trail of boners wherever he goes; no, seriously, it's the pheromones. Or something.
Jack and Loki. Who the bloody hell knows what their story is? Don't look at me; I just write 'em.


Lullaby &/or Tye
Lullaby (Gray) and Tye (Tyler) are twin brothers. They are both rather pale, about 5'8" with gray eyes. In most cases of the stories presented here, they will also both have shoulder-length, black hair. In other cases, Lullaby will have close-cropped hair dyed white, and Tye will have chin-length hair, also dyed white, with black bangs and roots. Much yay for twincest! Lullaby (and his lover, Forrest) can be found at sessy_boxes


Gremory
Gremory is the 6'2", silver-haired, black-eyed "Guide" I play at the RPG, Take My Wings. Gremory is basically a 3000-or-so year old angel, created without wings, who escaped from Heaven. Shortly after their creation, God sentenced all of the Guides to permanent imprisonment because they were perverse, despite being created that way. This is the foundation of a looong list of mental screw-ups that Gremory's forced to deal with.
In most of the fics that include him, he is with Kazu, played by chauni.

More to come? Who knows.


"And then winter again.

That was when she came, my beautiful fear. My fear so beautiful that I almost desire it -- her. She was the porn goddess, ice sex, glistening and shiny and perfection. Something you wanted to eat and wear and own and be. Something poisonous delicious forbidden.

She went straight for him and he couldn't fight her and I didn't hate him. I just vanished. With my little less-bald-than-it-had-been head and my fuzzy coat and my big boots against which my numb toes would slam. He didn't find me after the show and I was no longer the storm girl, fish girl, rose girl, mirror. I was nothing and she was everything and he was gone.

~ * ~

I painted every story about stolen deadened boys, nearly devoured by evil queens, revived by loving girls. I painted myself ripping out my hair, cutting off parts of me, sewing on new ones. I painted myself on the back of a reindeer. Fish girl storm girl mirror girl. But sometimes art can't save you. It had before I met him but now it couldn't. I painted myself and my twin melding into one and eaten by the ice. I was dying but inside him I lived. What would happen to me if she took his soul forever? He is lying in her burning cold bed watching the bideo screen. This is how they touch. She's too perfect to be real. He touched himself looking at her. Parts of him are dying and he is blissful. Why did he need to feel things for so long? Look where it got him. Hungry hungry boys and girls who would collect pieces of him if they could to put in their beds, scrapbooks, boxes, put on their plates. A twin who wept almost every night thinking she would lose him. He can't do this to her. It's better this way. Poor insecure little bald girl. Remember walking through the frost? Remember her paintings he said were how things should really look? The flowers tangling into each other? No, he's forgotten. The Ice Queen is undressing for him again.

I'll make you a god, she said."

"Ice", The Rose and the Beast: Fairyales Retold, Francesca Lia Block

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