a writer of sorts
Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block * in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion. * Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. * Each stroke carving a future punctuated by unheard screams. * For who would believe this frail woman capable of such wonders?
|Vikingr | Will Vigar on Lullaby|
|Pulsar | Will Vigar on Stanlow|
|Pulsar – I Bet… on Stanlow|
|Scene and Not Heard… on Mine|
|erroneouschoices on The Night Before…|