Topher Lydon

Too true, their dynamic is one of the more unique ones I have written. Again Riley being the kind of character that I once described as : A Cockroach made of rubber, that Ben can't stamp on.

Problem is, Darien has to play nice. As does Baldwin. With Darien leaving the Levant and refusing the crown, even though he is Lord of Jaffa, Baldwin is waiting to step into the power vacuum that will be left behind. These two men LOATHE each other, but Baldwin needs the hand over to go smoothly. Darien needs to ensure his men are on those boats home without problems. He's got a massive treasure fleet in that port. So many things can go wrong. Historically Tancred holds Jaffa and remains behind. So this is where my story swerves to alternate history.

I think it was something that Ishan had earned. A lover that is completely his and devoted to him. Seb and Erik have an easy relationship to write, it's got a rhythm to it that makes it compelling to me as a writer. I sometimes worry as I write so many stories, that my characters blur together, so I try to give them each a dynamic an ddifferent approach to things. Will and Andrew and their fights but Iron loyalty to each other. Darien and Matt and their soft moments that are only for each other. (I mean a pan-galactic warlord, and a mildly stoned Immortal Emperor) Orel and Finn and their weird, utterly fierce trust in each other. Darien Haskal and Wylan, Wylan is quiet, almost shy at points, and Darien is the Boar... but when they are alone... Hah Ashot and Stephen - nuff said there Isaiah and Mickey - Patience and chaos. Steve and Kenny - too smart for his own good, but has met his match in calm, precise order. And here Erik and Seb - They are passionate, goofy for each other, and tease. Peter and West - Our little vibrating Mushroom of rage and his soldier. Poitr and Flynn - codependant as all get out, but they anchor each other utterly. Alvarez and Devon - Vanity meets frustration. (those two need their heads knocking together) I am working on something right now with John and Matt... and trying to find a voice that is unique is... It's something I like to figure out before going into a story... that was I don't fail with the story (And boy do I fail at times... I have stacks of abandoned chapters of stories that just... are flat. I don't like Flat... flat is... Characters first, story will come.)

That is easy, Darien is going to do this:

Now the trick is, Erik doesn't know Wylan exists, and Wylan is not actively looking. Wylan, Julian, Bran and Lloyd all play a part in this.

Darien looked RIGHT at Erik in this chapter. He has no idea, but remember he thinks Ishan is dead, he sees a Ginger Italian Sailor who sort of looks like Ishan with a bad haircut, he's not going to realize. Takes someone who isn't going to be fooled by sight.

Seb is very much an Erik fan, he's desperate to keep it under control because he's in that punch drunk, I got a sexy boyfriend, and all I want to do is mess around, phase. I mean, not that Erik is stopping him, but the distraction is going to get them into trouble.

Good Morning

The safe house was less of a sanctuary and more of a tomb for identities. It was a crumbling, salt-encrusted storeroom tucked into a narrow alleyway near the Jaffa docks, rented from a one-eyed Genoese harbor-master for the last of Lord Hugh’s silver. The air inside was thick with the scent of rotting fish, damp hemp, and the sharp, acrid bite of the potash soap Séb had spent the morning procuring. Through the single, high-shuttered window, the rhythmic thrum of the Mediterranean Sea beat agains

This chapter was not my best. I leaned too much into the texting and it didn't work. I kept going around in circles with it. But I wanted to capture Flynn at the Gala having his sickness being very prominant, so I needed to show his work. And Poitr, being Poitr, won't stop texting... those two are a bit co-dependent in a good way. Though good luck getting Poitr to admit that he's nuts about Flynn

you know what, come to think of it. Given his immense skill as an actor... I might have been taken by a work. huh, going to go and rewatch it... new perspective.

Odd I remember an interview where he was tearing into a female co-star... and the others on stage tasted his drink and realized how strong it was. As I recall, it all went very wrong.

LOL Jerry Lewis might nod at Dean Martin's ever full glass

They don't trust actors with Hot Coffee on the CW

The Frank Derbin school of driving.

considering Alvarez's ego, he'd claim he invented the term

Yet he wears white. I am amused at his attempts (badly) to hide that he cares.

It's not a Vampire show, it's Vampire Adjacent...

The soundstage smelled of sawdust, ozone, and desperation. Flynn stood in the corner of what was supposed to be a food truck—a half-built prop on a soundstage in Burbank, surrounded by fake trees and a painted backdrop of the Pacific Northwest. The lighting was harsh, industrial, the kind that made everyone look like they hadn't slept in a week. Which, in Flynn's case, was accurate. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and felt the corner of

I wouldn't call someone raised and trained by a veterinarian an idiot savant, more that he is in his element. Given the frontier doctors of the time were mostly self trained, from a book and just self declared, Devon is better trained than 90% out there

I enjoy the bickering... but you are absolutely right. Alvarez's calm dissection of the idiots reduces them to what they are. Devon survived, is doing better than they are... that's the ultimate revenge isn't it?

The other boys on Rumspringa are evolving.

04 "It is a piece of metal, you absolute, unmitigated tyrant!" Alvarez’s voice boomed from the back hallway of the Lemon Saloon, the rich, melodramatic baritone vibrating through the polished mahogany and crystal of the empty barroom. The shout was immediately followed by a heavy, metallic clatter, as if a tin basin had been violently swept off a wooden table. "It is a sterilized surgical instrument!" Devon roared back, his usually composed, raspy voice cracking with genui