Remy was still getting used to only having so much time to work and play, to live. He was glad to have Ryan, because despite everything, Ryan had come through for him. At least once during his first week on his own, independent of Eden's tutoring, Remy had let himself get distracted by work, and had very nearly fallen unconscious in the front room ( Read more... )

Julien finished cleaning his brushes, taking the time to lay them out flat so they'd dry in the right shapes, and then he turned out the light and locked his studio behind him. He walked barefoot down the little garden path that led to the main house - their cottage - and paused to turn around and take in the beauty of the landscaping. It had been ( Read more... )

Ryan hadn't let go of Remy easily. He'd conjured all of his strength up, forcing himself not to cry and not to beg and definitely not to kidnap Remy and take him away, to somewhere where the vampires wouldn't ever find them. Ryan told himself that this was what Remy wanted, that this was the life he had chosen way before Ryan had come along ( Read more... )

Things were happening awful quickly, now, the two weeks were going by too fast, Remy was doing too much. Little things, like going down to the pier with Ryan and Jaques, trying to experience everything he was too timid to know before. Everything he wouldn't ever get to do again, at least not in the same way ( Read more... )

Leaning back into the hot water, Holly heaved a sigh. It had been a long, tiring, bloody endless week. Exercise to rebuild muscle, study, practice, and let's not forget the constant shoveling of food down her gullet to regain weight. She was bloody sick of food. True, it was working- her cheeks returned to fullness from sunken hollows, her hips and ( Read more... )

The time had come, the day, their last day was done. Remy had spent the day with Ryan on the beach, from an hour before the sunrise till now. The sun had set as beautifully as it had risen, and Ryan had eaten even if Remy hadn't. Remy couldn't, and he figured it didn't matter much anyway. He wouldn't be hungry for food for much longer, would he ( Read more... )

They had only been home, been back in California for a few days, and Remy at least had slept a bit more than he would have liked. Jet lag wasn’t something he adjusted to well, and the city had physically and emotionally exhausted him anyway. Every time he tried to lie down with Ryan, in the park, on the beach, in bed, on the floor in the living ( Read more... )

The evening broke cool and windy. It was nice enough, and Remy decided he would walk to the Thorn house, not least so he could set his thoughts in order ( Read more... )

Remy wasn't entirely sure how he found his way back to the apartment, but he figured Jaques, on leash and tugging him along probably had a lot to do with it. Remy almost felt like he were in shock. How exactly are you supposed to go about your business knowing you're going to die in two weeks? Even though he was more than likely going to come back ( Read more... )

Elias was being fucking chased. As usual. Ever since he got to LA, there was nothing but things to fucking chase him around ( Read more... )