From Melissa.

Mkay, so if I go for Tiramisu I get:

You Are A Pistachio Ice Cream Girl

Funky. Surprising. Wild.

What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?

But if I pick Creme Brulee I get:

You Are A Chocolate Ice Cream Girl

Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.

What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?

It's REALLY not fair to make me choose between the two. Not fair at all.

From Adam, I demand a recount.

( No. Really. Recount please. )

OOC: State of the Muse

Last one, I promise, just got a new 'verse to add so no one gets confused as to why the muse is suddenly acting, er, different, in certain posts.

Dark Slayer 'verse: Willow's spell went a very wrong of the very bad variety. Half the slayers in the world ain't quite right. And by ain't quite right we mean varying degrees of really fucking crazy and pretty much evil? An ambition faction of badness has snatched on the opportunity to build their own little slayer army. Why? Cause it's fun.

[MS] Smokey Joe lyric

If I kill him there are complications
I did not ask for this
“Oh but Love yes you did”
Tori Amos, "Smokey Joe"

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It's the eyes. The instincts that have been swirling through her veins for months scream at her to rip them out. They're too dark, too deep, they see too much. They see her and in her and through her, all the things she's been fighting like hell to hide.

He's sitting at the counter in the mostly empty diner, devouring the slice of strawberry pie she just brought him and drinking coffee, casually as you please, as every word out of his mouth deconstructs her life. He isn't human. She doesn't know how she knows it, but she does. He's something...else. He's...

"You think I'm a what?"

He waves his fork at her. "It's not a matter of think, sweetheart. It's a 'know.' You got any idea how hard it is to find you girls? Nope...we don't make mistakes."

( You're crazy. )

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