Fistandantilus is one of the only characters in my head to recieve negative biscuits.
Make me imagine them all as chibis, sitting in a neat row, munching cookies, with Fistanchibilus (Fistandantichibi? Chibindantilus? It's all so very wrong. *cries*) at the far end crying because you are truly more evil than he is, why don't you?
Okay, I'm shutting up! *stops rambling and starts reading the story*
...
I should have known it would kill my good cheer and chill me quite thorougly. Why do I never learn?
Much Dalamar-love, though. *cuddles him over and over and whispers to him all will be well*
There had to have been three dozen mirrors between him and the broken mirror, three dozen reflections. Three dozen colourless images of himself pulling themselves free.
Argh! Stop that! These things are seriously creepy!
The lich's fingers had torn the flesh to ribbons, on hand still caught in his ribs.
Though I admit they have nothing on Fistandantilus. *snarls at lich*
"You're dead." Dalamar whispered- A statement. A threat. A promise- and drove his dagger into Fistandantilus' side.
That... No! Raistlin! *flail* And the ending is.. just whoa. Poor poor Dalamar. I love him even more for being capable of making such a tough decision in a milli-second and getting it right.
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Date: 2007-12-09 10:20 pm (UTC)Make me imagine them all as chibis, sitting in a neat row, munching cookies, with Fistanchibilus (Fistandantichibi? Chibindantilus? It's all so very wrong. *cries*) at the far end crying because you are truly more evil than he is, why don't you?
Okay, I'm shutting up! *stops rambling and starts reading the story*
...
I should have known it would kill my good cheer and chill me quite thorougly. Why do I never learn?
Much Dalamar-love, though. *cuddles him over and over and whispers to him all will be well*
There had to have been three dozen mirrors between him and the broken mirror, three dozen reflections. Three dozen colourless images of himself pulling themselves free.
Argh! Stop that! These things are seriously creepy!
The lich's fingers had torn the flesh to ribbons, on hand still caught in his ribs.
Though I admit they have nothing on Fistandantilus. *snarls at lich*
"You're dead." Dalamar whispered- A statement. A threat. A promise- and drove his dagger into Fistandantilus' side.
That... No! Raistlin! *flail* And the ending is.. just whoa. Poor poor Dalamar. I love him even more for being capable of making such a tough decision in a milli-second and getting it right.