MrM

Yes ‘douche’ had to be explained to me as a seven-year-old. 😝

Hehehe… you should hear the words I made up for this particular song. It was a Favorite of my big brother who had no idea what they were saying either.

I’m going through Kiss Of An Angel again so I can see how this chapter ties in with that story. Comsie intertwined these stories so beautifully that you have to follow one to get what’s going on in the other.

I certainly hope, wherever Comsie is, that he’s smiling. Thanks for reading. I’ll keep on chugging along….

Let me ponder on this. This story, of all his stories, should have an ending and a happy one at that, Sean be damned.

…and now we can only dream of what was to come. @mikel22, I understood your frustration, but…now we’ve lost him. I hope you can treasure what he left us.

…and how I wish you were with us still. 💔

London…. https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/the-seducer/50 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/the-seducer/51 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/the-seducer/52

§ § Tuesday, June 26, 1990 Monday night, Vlad took me to a tailor shop not far from his flat. Apparently, this family of tailors had been serving Vlad for generations. Strangely, no one ever asked how they could have the same ageless client for generations. Perhaps, they knew about vampires and kept that a secret. Maybe, they serviced other vampires in London and liked the money enough to keep quiet about it. I did notice something unusual on all members of the tailor’s shop. They all

§ § Sunday, June 24, 1990 We arrived yesterday, by night of course, to Vlad’s ‘flat’ in London. When we arrived in Mayfair, I felt my mouth gaping at the luxurious neighborhood as our Rolls Royce pulled up to a white/gray stone entryway. Vlad let me know that our stuff would be following shortly and would be delivered directly to his apartment. The inside of his ‘flat’, as the Brits like to call it, was typical for Vlad. Old world decorations with antiques and vintage paintin

Over a decade before his birthday in Darkness, Justin has been known about and watched for.

§ § Friday, June 22, 1990 It’s summer now. I can only imagine the warmth of the sun and the smell of the trees breathing with satisfaction as they’re warmed up. The pine trees here in Romania are different than the ones back in California. They seem to be fuller and more fragrant. I often walk among them at night when we are at the estate. But, they smell ‘asleep’ at night. Only after a rain do I smell their ‘satisfaction’. It’s not the same as I remember pines smelling in dayligh

“:: Balder: a god of Nordic origin, known for his unnatural beauty and invulnerability. A mythic character, the main myth describing him tells mostly of his death by the machinations of his half-brother Loki. He was made invulnerable to all harm save mistletoe. By some magical contrivance, Loki made a spear of mistletoe and tricked Balder’s other brother, Hoør, who was blind, to launch the javelin into Balder’s heart thus killing the unkillable. ::” HAMLS recited. “A Norse god? Now that’s j

Ah…there’s the tragedy of a lot of his stories. There probably won’t BE another one. Comsie passed away in 2024. Probably the best we can do is imagine where this goes…and write it down.