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(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 05:53 am (UTC)(link)Anyway, my request is this: tell me about the one time Sforza didn't get his way in the bedroom. Preferably involving Lorenzo.
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)OP here
(Anonymous) 2010-10-01 06:35 am (UTC)(link)Bonus points to the filler if Giovanni finds out and is rightly pissed/protective for Lorenzo's sake.
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(Anonymous) 2010-10-02 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)seconding like mad, may produce shitty drabble fill
OP
(Anonymous) 2010-10-02 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)Also, did anyone else think there was something going on between Galeazzo and his bodyguard, the black dude with the staff? I mean, the guy's practically weeping over his dead body at the end, after everyone else fled. I suspect there's more than just loyalty involved...
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2010-10-12 11:07 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2010-10-12 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)Table turning sounds delicious... will this involve Lorenzo/Galeazzo or Giovanni/Galeazzo? I am always up for some smut, but anything OP comes up with, I will be happy!
(I actually had a drabble-ish idea in which Galeazzo gets cock-blocked by Lorenzo when he tries to pursue Giovanni XD. Let's see if I ever get around to writing it).
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2010-10-13 01:10 am (UTC)(link)who says it can't be all three of themYou should totally write that drabble. Anything that can be described using the words "cock-blocked by Lorenzo" is, for some reason, automatically awesome.
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2010-10-13 02:48 am (UTC)(link)Power [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-15 10:53 am (UTC)(link)Even at the best of times, Giovanni never enjoyed attending any of the official parties held by the Medici. There were too many people, too many possible dangers. As a Lorenzo’s assassin, he urged him to avoid such events as much as possible and watch the crowds: he knew all too well how easily such events could be used for murder. As his friend, he told him to beware backstabbers and those who would use them. Until now, however, he’d never had a reason to protest as his lover.
That was before the appearance of Galeazzo Sforza. The man was a fool, and an arrogant fool to boot. While Giovanni was forced to lurk in a corner, watching for danger, he sidled up to the young lord. Having been at least twice as bad as the Sforza in his youth, Giovanni had to admit that from a technical standpoint, his strategy for wooing the young ruler of the Medici was flawless. Unfortunately, he had not accounted for the simple fact his target was Lorenzo de Medici, and no force on earth would sway him if he was not interested.
First he tried complimenting Lorenzo, which was doomed to fail as always: the man had been told from birth he was the most important person in Firenze. For all he accepted compliments with good grace from those few he actually cared for, all other pleasant words fell on deaf ears. Giovanni knew this well, from secret moments stolen in the dark of night. Praise from Lorenzo was rare, and often disguised: since he valued it so little himself, he dispensed it but rarely. He showed his affection by accepting gestures, not making them.
Next Galeazzo tried to strike the young lord’s interest, listing his many talents in areas Lorenzo was said to be interested in. Again, Lorenzo’s face was impassive. Only someone who knew him extremely well would guess that this attempt had failed even more miserably than the last one. If there was one thing Lorenzo truly loathed, it was needless boasting. All the worse if the boasting was only to win praise, as this so very obviously was.
Each attempt that passed was increasingly disastrous. The final straw came, however, when he attempted intimidation. Galeazzo had remained closer than necessary to Lorenzo the entire night, leaning in close and trying to look the predator. This was (as Giovanni knew from personal experience) something Lorenzo could respond very well to, but only for one person. That person was not Galeazzo. Even standing across the room, the assassin felt as though the temperature had dropped a few degrees from the sheer iciness of his master's gaze. He met Lorenzo’s eyes for just a moment: his gaze was cold and calculating. No words were spoken, but Giovanni understood his orders perfectly. Galeazzo posed a question. Without breaking eye-contact with his assassin, Lorenzo nodded.
Giovanni didn’t take his eyes off the pair for the rest of the night. When they gave their excuses and made to leave, he slipped away from his post and followed. No guards commented on his presence, knowing from past experience Lorenzo considered him free to roam where he wished. He followed closely. An observant man, such as his master, would notice the few clues he gave to his presence; the flicker of shadow from a candle, caused by his passing form; the light, almost inaudible pad of his feet; even the quiet sound of his breathing. Galeazzo was not so observant, and hence had no chance of knowing he was followed.
OP Squees with Joy!
(Anonymous) 2010-10-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)(Also started scribbling dialogue for that drabble I mentioned. Prob won't end in smut, but the banter between Lorenzo and Galeazzo should be entertaining, nonetheless. The Duke of Milan is hilarious to write).
Power [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-18 03:19 am (UTC)(link)Lorenzo stood close to the desk, his back ramrod straight. Galeazzo stood close, far closer than he had in the hall. For all an unexperienced fighter might consider Lorenzo trapped, Giovanni knew better. His hands were essentially free, and the stick he carried with him was more than a symbol of power. The heavy wood, coated in metallic designs, was a weapon in Lorenzo’s hands. Galeazzo spoke, but before Lorenzo had time to respond, he pressed his lips against Lorenzo’s in a fiery kiss. Even from here, Giovanni could see Lorenzo’s lips were firm and unyielding.
The heavy stick swung once; Galeazzo grasped at his stomach, doubling over in pain as he broke the kiss. At a sign from his master, Giovanni dropped from his hiding place. Straddling Galeazzo to hold him in place, Giovanni pressed the very tip of his blade against the man’s throat. Above him, Lorenzo hadn’t even flinched.
“Punctual as always, my dear Giovanni.”
“Si, Altezza,” the assassin murmured, kissing the proffered ring. “As you command.”
“Restrain him.”
“My lord?” Giovanni asked in surprise. He regretted the words a moment later: there was no need to see Lorenzo’s face to know he was unimpressed. There were times when Giovanni was welcome to question him, as equals might. That was only in the very dead of night, when they were completely alone. He would pay for questioning his master in front of an audience. Without needing to be told a second time, Giovanni obediently tied Galeazzo’s hands. Both ruler and assassin ignored the visiting duke’s vociferous protests.
“The desk is clear,” Lorenzo said calmly. “Strip him, and see that he is confined to it.”
What followed was another brief struggle, which Giovanni inevitably won. Only when their prisoner was spread out over the desk, shirt shoved roughly up around his shoulders and pants around his ankles, did he dare look up at Lorenzo. To all who did not know him, Lorenzo’s face was completely impassive. Only years of serving the young patriarch of the Medici did Giovanni recognise the telltale signs of arousal: the dilation of the pupils, a flush to his cheeks that most would dismiss as normal colour given he was normally so pale and a telltale rasp to his voice.
“Our friend Galeazzo Sforza came here tonight expecting intercourse.”
“Signore Lorenzo, I...”
“We will give it to him,” Lorenzo continued, raising his voice slightly to be heard above the bound man’s protests. The protests ceased immediately, to be replaced by a satisfied smirk. Giovanni had to resist the urge to slap it off his face.
“My lord?” A faint murmur of surprise. The tone was carefully chosen so as not to seem questioning, allowing Lorenzo to believe he was merely asking for orders.
“It will be on my conditions, of course,” Lorenzo said coldly, and Giovanni could have laughed. It looked like, in attempting to seduce Lorenzo, Galeazzo had bitten off more than he could chew. Lorenzo always had enjoyed a challenge, and that was clearly how he had interpreted the advances.
Re: Power [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-18 03:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: Power [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-18 06:32 am (UTC)(link)Re: Power [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-19 01:50 am (UTC)(link)“It seems one of Firenze’s strongest allies is a whore. We will teach him the dangers of that. Neither you nor I will touch his pene,” Lorenzo paused and glanced down, the faintest hint of amusement appearing in his voice, “small though it is.”
An indignant squeak came from the table. Giovanni had to work hard to fight down a laugh. It seemed here, like everywhere else, Lorenzo’s standards were high. For all his amusement, Giovanni was relieved he met those standards. He doubted his ego could cope with constant remarks such as that.
“Though I suspect he would struggle to accommodate either one of us, he shall take both at once. Since he desired it the other way around, he will be taught a lesson: if he is a satisfactory partner, he shall be released and permitted to return to his quarters to pleasure himself. If not, he shall be left unattended for the night.”
Giovanni couldn’t keep down the flush at Lorenzo’s words. Unsure of how vigorously he was yet allowed to express his appreciation, he settled for pressing a kiss against the Medici ring. Lorenzo’s hand clamped his jaw firmly, pulling him to his feet. It was the silent permission, and all Giovanni needed to share a deeply passionate kiss with his master.
“Enough,” Lorenzo instructed after a moment, stepping away and seeming entirely unfazed. He looked over at their captive as he struggled against his bonds. “Though he may deserve his punishment, I am not without mercy. If there are any true objections, Sforza, speak now and be released. Or remain silent and at our mercy.”
A bright red flush spread across Galeazzo’s cheeks, but no complaints were forthcoming. Giovanni smirked slightly. It was typical of a noble, really. For all he may claim it was undignified and unpleasant, stripped bare there was no way to hide the rising column of flesh between his legs. Lorenzo allowed the silence to persist a while longer (enjoying, Giovanni suspected, the way Galeazzo squirmed under his calculating gaze). When he finally spoke, it was not to offer comfort, or even to express approval.
“Prepare him.”
Giovanni bowed silently, not needing to ask where the oil was kept. Shifting his desk chair, Lorenzo sat back to watch the show. Aware Galeazzo was likely new to this, Giovanni was gentle (although not as gentle as he might have been, given he suspected his master would not have been shown the same courtesy had things worked out differently. Cries that were a mixture of pain and pleasure spilled from Galeazzo’s lips each time a new finger was added. Low gasps came whenever the assassin curled his fingers.
“That will do,” Lorenzo spoke, and Giovanni retracted his fingers immediately. Galeazzo was left on the table, desperate for more. Filthy pleas were spilling from his mouth. Giovanni found himself licking his lips as he stared at the man’s hole, already anticipating what it would feel like to take him. “Undress me.”
I feel like I should apologise to Galeazzo for Lorenzo's snark, but Lorenzo is not easily impressed.
Re: Power [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-19 03:55 am (UTC)(link)GUH. Orgasm Denial. Poss one of my fave kinks *swoons*
Re: Power [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-19 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)Power [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-20 03:34 am (UTC)(link)“Quite wonderful,” Galeazzo purred, licking his lips. “I wonder, Lorenzo, might I borrow–“
There was a loud thump. A pained groan from the Sforza followed a moment later. It took Giovanni a moment to realise what had happened: an absolutely furious Lorenzo had slammed his fist into the man’s belly.
“He belongs to me,” Lorenzo said firmly. Giovanni shifted awkwardly when he realised he was the source of the argument. “If you try to touch him without my permission you will regret it.”
“Si,” Galeazzo wheezed out, and Lorenzo nodded in approval. Beckoning Giovanni over, he kissed the assassin. Though he was not the most passionate of lovers, Lorenzo managed to remain in control of the kiss and their captive. One hand sort out known weaknesses of Giovanni’s until the assassin was desperate for his touch. The other trailed teasingly over Galeazzo’s body. Despite the sudden pain that had been his reward for his earlier comment, the arousal between the foreign duke’s leg’s was insistently firm. Finally, Lorenzo broke away from Giovanni and gestured to the man torn between pain and pleasure as he writhed on the desk.
“I will let you begin. I wish to watch you before joining.”
“Si, Altezza,” Giovanni replied, his mouth suddenly dry at the idea of Lorenzo watching. He’d always known the restrained young prince of Firenze had an incredibly filthy side, but he’d never guessed quite how far that dirty streak ran. Without any warning, he positioned himself and took Galeazzo with one steady push. The man groaned, squirming away at first but soon bucking into each and every thrust. They moved like this for a while, until Lorenzo spoke again.
Manoeuvring so that all three of them were in the correct position took less effort than Giovanni had expected. If Galeazzo had been tight before, it was nothing compared to the sheer ecstasy of being sheathed in the same tight heat as his master. For every time Lorenzo pushed forward, Giovanni pulled almost all the way out, only to push back in a moment later. Galeazzo was indeed tight, tight enough that Giovanni suspected he had not allowed himself to be taken before. The tight heat would have driven Giovanni mad even without the added stimulation whenever Lorenzo’s cock rubbed against his. Such intense pleasure could not last long, and indeed he found himself releasing just seconds after Lorenzo said:
“You may come.”
Re: Power [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-21 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)“Dress yourself, and untie him,” Lorenzo ordered. Giovanni obeyed instantly, for all his movements were slow. Satisfied that the assassin was performing his tasks correctly, Lorenzo turned his attention to Galeazzo. The assassin listened closely as he worked.
“I trust you have learned your lesson, Sforza. You may deal with yourself in your chambers.” The man nodded furiously, watching Giovanni’s movements eagerly for the moment he would be released. It was clear he was desperate: if he had not already learned what Lorenzo was like when disobeyed, Giovanni suspected he would be touching himself already. “If you so desire, both myself and Giovanni will be here tomorrow evening. “
“Sì, Lorenzo,” Galeazzo mumbled, dressing quickly and very nearly fleeing from the room. Giovanni smirked openly, waiting until their guest was gone to wrap his arms around Lorenzo’s waist and press a kiss against his cheek.
“He will return,” Lorenzo said confidently. “I fear he is a slow learner.”
“You were jealous,” Giovanni smirked, ignoring Lorenzo’s words. He hadn’t needed to be told that: it had been perfectly obvious from the way Galeazzo had taken one last glance at them before fleeing out the door. As expected, Lorenzo scowled faintly at his words and made to step away. Never one to be discouraged, Giovanni followed.
“You, also,” Lorenzo said stiffly, realising there was no denying it. Giovanni’s smirk grew as he stole one last kiss. It was late, and his family was waiting. “But he was attempting to take that which is mine.”
“Always yours, Altezza,” Giovanni laughed, making his exit through the window. “Just as you are mine.”
The only response Lorenzo gave was to shut the window behind him. For Giovanni, that was enough.
end. Galeazzo was surprisingly hard to write. thanks for reading.
Re: Power [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-24 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)I loved this so much, anon! *squee* Lorenzo being all commanding and Giovanni's unwavering loyalty and Galeazzo's sluttiness (I especially <3 the part where he licked his lips in anticipation), it was perfect! Also adored jealous, possessive Lorenzo, when Galeazzo wants to "borrow" his assassin XDDD that was absolutely how I envisioned him reacting. Mmm, I do believe our Duke of Milan needs many, many more lessons ^_~.
Thanks for the wonderful fill!
(And Galeazzo was totally fine, it's not like canon gave us much to work with DX since he gets stabbed immediately *tear*)
writeanon
(Anonymous) - 2010-10-25 02:48 (UTC) - ExpandPearls Before Swine [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-17 11:21 am (UTC)(link)Giovanni had felt eyes on him all night, studying him, appraising him, slowly peeling away the white cloak that shielded his face from the crowds, but it wasn't until a stray glance fell on the Duke of Milan that he realized to whom those eyes belonged. Galeazzo Sforza was reclining in the seat of honor at the Medici's dinner table, a plum in one hand and a woman on the other. His mane of dark hair fell around his crimson and white doublet, framing the chain of crenellated gold that hung around his neck, opulent garnets and tear-shaped diamonds gleaming no less brilliantly than the spear of Mars. Before him, a veritable cornucopia of fruits and sweetmeats was spread, the result of weeks of preparation to welcome Florence's most important ally. Lorenzo had spared no expense, decking the large dining room with dozens of candles, and through the mill of servants, Giovanni could see the Duke slide a hand down the back of his consort, eyes never wavering from their gaze.
Galeazzo's hard lips curved into a smile, as he bit into the lush, juicy plum. Leaning over, he whispered something in the ear of his attendant, who nodded briefly at him and left through a side door.
Frowning, Giovanni shifted in his position behind Lorenzo's chair. Though he was in attendance only as an observer, his instincts told him to suspect every move, watch for every danger. He curled his fingers into his palm, stifling the urge to follow.
"Giovanni." Sensing his assassin's unrest, Lorenzo tilted back, hand touching the other's arm. "Are you sure you will not join the feast?" he asked quietly.
"I am here to ensure your safety, Magnificence."
A hint of exasperation twitched the otherwise smooth, handsome features. "You worry too much," Lorenzo chided, not for the first time. "Galeazzo is a friend, and the men from Milan capable soldiers. Guards are stationed all over my palazzo."
"Then let me add my eyes to theirs," Giovanni replied stubbornly. Looking up, he noticed the Duke's stare on him again, this time darker and more intense. A shiver of disquiet ran through him.
Lorenzo sighed. "As you wish." Releasing his assassin reluctantly, the young ruler of Firenze returned to his discussion with Galeazzo's minister about the trade routes through Tuscany.
Giovanni breathed a silent sigh and settled back on his heels, trying to quell the tension in his chest. Perhaps his unease was unfounded. After all, the Sforza were longtime allies since Cosimo's day, and Galeazzo would gain nothing by severing his chief source of funds through the Medici bank. The alliance of families was beneficial to both their cities. Even if somehow, the Duke of Milan planned treachery, he dared not act here in the center of Lorenzo's power, where the streets were lined with supporters of Florentine might as symbolized by the Palle. All of this, Lorenzo had assured him, and yet Giovanni still found himself unable to relax in the presence of the Duke.
It was not that Galeazzo was a menacing man - imposing, perhaps, and arrogant like much of his condottiere kin, but no worse than Mario after a few drinks. Giovanni would be surprised not to find these traits in a boy raised to be ruler. And while the Duke's appetite for sex turned heads, he could not find fault with a vice that he himself indulged in the throes of youth. No, what bothered Giovanni was the other stories about Galeazzo's past... the rumors of rape and torture, impulsive cruelty exacted on any who displeased him. During a visit to the ducal court, he'd been disturbed to learn that the Sforza scion had driven his own mother into exile after a dispute, followed not months later by her death from a mysterious illness. Lorenzo had merely shaken his head at the news, murmuring something about succession's bloody hand, but Giovanni kept his lip tight and his blade hand tighter when the Duke came to visit.
For in truth, the real reason he distrusted Galeazzo was simply because he detested the man.
Pearls Before Swine [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-17 11:22 am (UTC)(link)A loud pounding drew his attention back to the table. "Everyone!" Galeazzo boomed, standing up from his chair. The gemstones on his hand glittered as he pointed toward Lorenzo. "A toast to our illustrious host, Lorenzo de' Medici!" He raised his glass proudly to the chandelier light. "May the alliance between Florence and Milan last for centuries to come!"
Smiling, Lorenzo tipped his goblet in response. "And may prosperity continue to bless our two cities," he replied graciously.
As the rest of the guests joined in the toast, Giovanni found himself the only one still holding a full glass. Despite his misgivings, he took a cautious sip. The wine was surprisingly good, of a rich and dark quality known only to the best vintners, clearly aged for many years in casks of the finest oak. Cool liquid slipped like velvet on his tongue, bringing with it an elegant, silky taste, which masked the heavy spice that burst full-bodied when it rolled down his throat. Unconsciously, he licked a ruby droplet from the edge of his lip. His pleasure must have registered on his face, for looking up, he found Galeazzo's dark sienna eyes trained intently on his form, a slow smirk curling the other's mouth. The Duke brought his own cup to his lips in a mirror gesture, idly stroking the arm of the woman beside him.
Abruptly uncomfortable at the scrutiny, Giovanni ducked his head beneath his cowl and melted into the shadows of a nearby alcove. Something about Galeazzo's attention did not sit well with his instincts.
Downing his glass in a single gulp, the Duke of Milan waved impatiently at his servant for more. "Lorenzo!" he cried, catching the other's eye with a wave of his hand. "You must try this new wine I've acquired. It is exquisite," he gestured expansively," simply the best in Italia!" Without waiting for an answer, Galeazzo snapped his fingers. "Bernardo!" A youth no older than fourteen, fuzz still barely peppering his cheeks, appeared nervously at his side. "Bring the bottle of Brunello. Con fretta!" The boy scurried to do his bidding.
"Your taste in spirits is as always excellent, Galeazzo," Lorenzo complimented his guest. Tilting his glass, he quaffed the cool, red wine. "Tell me, what is this I hear of the architect Bramante coming under your patronage? Have you plans to expand Milan?"
"Yes." Ever eager for an opportunity to laud his city, Galeazzo launched into a detailed description of his designs. "A new church, just south of the Duomo. I've commissioned it with a large bell tower and dome that arches above the main road into Milan, leading right up through the choir. It will be the very picture of Christian virtue," Galeazzo said, grinning, "and attract a healthy pilgrimage of merchants as well."
"Milan is fast becoming a center of commerce," Lorenzo acknowledged, spreading his palms. "Even better should the roads to the south expand, so the patrons of your merchants find easy passage through the Florentine markets."
"Of course, of course. You know I've always supported more trade when it comes to la bella Firenze." The Duke's merry mood was interrupted by an agitated tap at his shoulder. Turning, he surveyed his servant expectantly. Bernardo had neither wine nor glass in his hands, however. Instead, the boy whispered something nearly inaudible, face white as a sheet. "What?!" Galeazzo's expression froze in a spasm of rage. He clamped a hand hard around the servant's wrist. "Repeat yourself. Louder!" he snapped, as the terrified boy squirmed in his grasp. "So all present can hear of your incompetence!"
At once, the room fell silent.
Pearls Before Swine [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-17 11:24 am (UTC)(link)"And who's fault is that? Hm?" Galeazzo spat venomously, as he jerked the boy forward against the table. Silverware shook at the force of impact. "You and your bastardo ilk, stealing from my cellars, drinking the wine I brought for my host. Making a mockery of me!"
"N-no, your Grace, I'd never - !"
Galeazzo's face turned an ugly shade of red. If there was one thing that angered the Duke more than thievery, it was the effrontery of his subordinates. "Are you implying," he asked slowly, rage building in his voice, "that I am a liar?" His knuckles whitened, and for a second, Giovanni thought he was about to snap the boy's wrist.
"Galeazzo." A clear, steadying tone interceded smoothly. All eyes turned to Lorenzo. "Your gesture is much appreciated, but as a guest in my home, I must insist that you allow me to show you hospitality." He looked at the Duke pointedly, as he offered a graceful exit. "Come, I've a few vintages in my collection I'd like you to try."
There was a long, pregnant pause, and then finally, Galeazzo growled, "I expect that bottle found tonight, otherwise..." Murder blazed plain in the Duke's jet black eyes, and he released the boy only after drawing a cry of pain with his nails.
As Lorenzo rose to usher his guest to the door, Giovanni stepped quickly to his side and whispered, "Magnificence, I'm concerned - "
"Enough, Giovanni," Lorenzo cut him off sharply. The cold, gray eyes shone with indisputable command. "Stay here and ensure the rest of the festivities proceed uninterrupted. I will return shortly."
Swallowing his words of protest, Giovanni retreated to his place behind his Lord's now empty chair. A few minutes passed before the din in the room returned to normal, with all but the unfortunate servant boy engaged in their previous conversations. The youth knelt crumpled on the floor, tears streaming down his face, as he muttered apologies no one could hear. Frowning, Giovanni glanced at the door. This incident with the missing wine left a sense of disquiet in him, and coupled with Galeazzo's continued scrutiny all night, roused his suspicions. At the very least, he should investigate if any intruder had entered the palazzo. Lorenzo may be satisfied with the security of his guards, but long years as an assassin had taught Giovanni that no bulwark was safe from a determined foe. He would not allow his Lord to fall into a trap.
And... even if nothing were to come of his suspicions... Giovanni looked again at the boy in pity. Perhaps he could stay Sforza's blade.
[Annnd that's all I've got so far. Next part will involve Lorenzo and Galeazzo having a "boy's locker room talk" about erm... sexual escapades. Stay tuned, hehe.]
Re: Pearls Before Swine [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-18 03:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: Pearls Before Swine [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-18 04:00 am (UTC)(link)