Within a week of the events on Kingsparrow Island, Corvo’s name is cleared and he is, once more, given the title of Lord Protector. He promises himself that he’ll keep it for the rest of his life.
Within two weeks of Kingsparrow, he and Emily—along with Callista, who will continue her services as one of Emily’s tutor—are back in Dunwall Tower, overseeing the deconstruction of the Regent’s madness, piece by metal piece.
Out in the courtyard, Corvo takes great pleasure in watching the destruction of the busts. He steals handfuls of the marble and later, perched on top of the gazebo, he throws them into the sea. He wonders where they might wash up, whether they’ll find their way into the belly of a passing whale.
Within three weeks, Piero and Sokolov are set up with a state of the art laboratory atop Dunwall Tower (courtesy of the former Regent’s safe room). They work long nights—and sometimes Corvo’s convinced they spend more time drinking and arguing philosophy than studying the plague—but Piero insists they’re close to a breakthrough.
Within a month, Corvo comes down with the plague.
pet shaming, Supernatural style
Back from my seaside adventures, but I have yet to get my creative legs under me again. (I got no writing done on this vacation. It’s shameful.)
Oooh. Let me think on that one. I have yet to do any kind of reader insert for a fic, so it’s about time. :)
Do you ever think about the fact that Lucifer could have just gone around causing the apocalypse in a t-shirt and fucking sweat pants (and probably either in socks or totally barefoot)??
Because that is exactly what Nick was wearing when he said yes to Lucifer;
Adamandriel AU: Heaven was fine. It’s hard to complain about a place where everything is literally perfect 100% of the time. But Adam always found it a bit…boring. That is, until an angel appeared one day with a soft rustle of wings, wearing a Wiener Hut uniform, of all things.
Going quiet for a bit.
I’m on vacation this week. (It’s beach time!) And I’m not taking my laptop with me just so I can concentrate on outlining and writing the numerous in-the-works stories I have going on.
The queue has a few things, but mostly, it’ll be quiet.
Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure!
Just taking attendance!
Gryffindor click here
[Help! I think I’m Garak-sexual D:]
You’re in good company….