"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of hell, and a hell of heaven." - John MiltonYour hands are brutal tonight. There's none of that underlying tenderness, that unspoken care you've always had for me. This is torture, pure and simple, and even your eyes shine bright with malice ( Read more... )

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of hell, and a hell of heaven.

- John Milton

Matt can't remember the last time he was in a tux. They make him feel somewhere between a James Bond wannabe and just plain stupid, but Janice always said he looked good in them. He doesn't know if she was just trying to spare his ego (he's fairly sure that might be the case as he's fixed his tie half a dozen times now, and it still feels wrong) ( Read more... )

He likes being overwhelmed - so taken, so utterly subsumed by something that he forgets who he is. He remembers what it was like to be the rhythm of the music, the emotion, the words and instruments all at once, expression through movement. He doesn't remember a single performance. It was like going to sleep; he would step out onstage, and then the ( Read more... )

[I... really don't like this one. But it was my second attempt. The first time, the idea that really came to me, was rather unpleasantly dark, and I decided it wasn't for sharing. So this is the happy edit. Which sucks.]The planned party had been a long time coming; apparently, Donna was no good at mass organisation. But, when the event finally did ( Read more... )

It can't come quickly enough
And now you've spent your life
Waiting for this moment
And when you finally saw it come
It passed you by and left you so defeated

He had waited his entire life waiting for this moment, the moment that glass containing Strain 138 would shatter, and the world would be changed forever. And he would be there to oversee it all, ( Read more... )

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Daniel's parents died about a minute apart from each other. His mother first, curled against his father's side, and his father next, murmuring something Daniel couldn't hear. She died with her face frozen in pain; he died calm, at peace, something he never was when he was alive ( Read more... )

Sailing through the tunnels
In the morning by yourself
There's a very special feeling
True sensation all is well
If you stand and reach your arms out wide
Close your eyes and try to fly
It's an underground illusion
Tricking you from side to sideMohinder left the apartment at 4am, wrapped up tight in coat and scarf against the bitter cold outside, ( Read more... )

It can't come quickly enough
By The Scissor Sisters

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