azurelunatic | Fangs.

I'm going to grin with fangs for the next few days. Votania decided to make it a Metallica evening. The fangs come further out. There are white candles all over the coffee table. I picked out a new one and put it in one of the blue glass candleholders, and had Marx hold it while I lit it. There is the smell of incense, and delicious dinner, the sound of good music and happy friends laughing. The Viking is here, teasing Nephew, and Votania sits in front of the candles with that grin on her face. She has more fangs than do I. Marx is working on his journal on the server, who recently got a new video card. This makes text hard to read, but apparently it's awesome for games. *rolls eyes* Adam's out at a birthday dinner for a friend. I mean fiend. No, friend. Many candles, the loud hard metal, incense in my nose, overwhelming the last remnants of my cold.

This was how life was meant to be.