So, my horoscope's being a little more obscure this week, but I think I can still decipher it:

(Polly Folly, Independent on Sunday)
Scorpio:
Don't be credulous. Buy something blue and receive good luck. Chew carefully - you mustn't choke this week. That which you planned is taking shape. But what shape? Nothing like what you planned.But your ingenious structure will still serve the same function; don't abandon it. Your filthy intimacies will help your career. Don't shy away from them on the grounds of morality. Prudence is still worth paying attention to, orally at least.

( My interpretation. )

GlamourLust, girl!mark fic, part 7

Part 7 (in which smut ensues, but not as much the audience would like)
Note: Woo! So, I figure there's probably two or three smut parts left, and a kind of epilogue/sequel, which won't be all that nice, but will have a little more m/m. Writing m/f is hard work, dammit. Anyone sees and errors- and I did write this piecemeal, so there's probably a lot- let me know.


Never having to worry about burglars was a perk of being who he was, one that meant Aerael never had to worry about locking the doors to his balcony. It lead straight into his bedroom. He put Markkas down and let him catch his balance. The lights were off and Mark's eyes were so dark the blue was shadow-thin. They looked unusually open. It was the dark, Aerael realised, something that normally wouldn't bother either of them, but was now making Mark half-blind. He enjoyed the air of vulnerability it gave Mark before he switched the lights on.
( Mark )