[Home to the narrow wrecked streets and not-streets of London Below, to intrigue and backstabbing and danger of the magical and wholly human variety, home to people who want him dead and people who want to torture old truths out of him. Home to mist and fog and smog and damage. Home to a wrecked place.]
[Home away from the Barge, with all its childish traumas that have nevertheless not molded but tweaked him, made him what he was before but with an extra little something. Or, perhaps, brought out a certain hue in him, like wearing a particular item of clothing to make one's eyes seem brighter. He doesn't feel different, necessarily, but he does, entirely.]
[Home, away from Dean Winchester and all of his ridiculous foibles and attempts (successes) at friendship.]
[Home, away.]
[The marquis de Carabas is not sorry. But he is, at the same time, very, very sorry.]
[ Spam ]
[Home to the narrow wrecked streets and not-streets of London Below, to intrigue and backstabbing and danger of the magical and wholly human variety, home to people who want him dead and people who want to torture old truths out of him. Home to mist and fog and smog and damage. Home to a wrecked place.]
[Home away from the Barge, with all its childish traumas that have nevertheless not molded but tweaked him, made him what he was before but with an extra little something. Or, perhaps, brought out a certain hue in him, like wearing a particular item of clothing to make one's eyes seem brighter. He doesn't feel different, necessarily, but he does, entirely.]
[Home, away from Dean Winchester and all of his ridiculous foibles and attempts (successes) at friendship.]
[Home, away.]
[The marquis de Carabas is not sorry. But he is, at the same time, very, very sorry.]
[It aches.]