Spring in Sang Sacre. It's beautiful. Waxing lyrical about the seasons doesn't seem the right aesthetic for a petty vengeance demon, but I am tempted. I hate venturing out into the further reaches of the world. This is my home now. My people are here. My heart is here. I wonder if the Hierarchy would notice if I just sort of stopped going to calls outside.
Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
WindSparrow - Apr 19, 2018 4:40:49 pm PDT #1100 of 1100
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.