I have come to a conclusion about my life. It has always been about waiting. Waiting to be saved, or fixed. Waiting for a change. And I realize now that life is within my control. I’m capable of making choices others are capable of making. Somewhere in the last year I became a man. And I think it’s time I started acting like one. As ridiculously ( Read more... )

Avasa sat, legs crossed, on the floor of his living room, his wet hair dripping water down his neck and shoulder-blades, a small pool of water surrounding his lean and well-muscled frame. He stared off, looking at paintings on the wall opposite him, a sad smile on his face. Gradually he got to his feet and began towel drying his hair and then ( Read more... )

Dawn came by to talk, which lead to other...*blush*

It's been quiet since Cassie came back, for the most part she won't talk to me and I understand why. I've been staying out of her way as much as I can, but when you're living in the same cabin it's more than a little difficult.

I'm sorry I hurt her, sorry she had to see--well...*blush*... Willow ( Read more... )

I sit on a lounge chair in the middle of the desert, a large beach umbrella shadowed above my head. There’s a sound in the distance, a cawing. And then silence.

I sit up in my chair, feeling a sudden change, something-no, someone is here.

Dawn was kind enough to drive me out into the desert, not far from Sunnydale, but far enough to collect my thoughts. Build the wall back up in my mind. I can only imagine how long I can hold it before we reach home.

Home. Is still home? I'm not--I'm not sure.

I think I ought to tell her about the dream, but where would I even begin? Why is it ( Read more... )

She took him away. Away to protect him. Far away. Away from the terrible place. The plants, the crawling flesh. The voices. The people. So many people.

Not many people here. He feels himself trying to crawl back, he gets there more now. Can't make it yet, no, not yet.

Quiet here. Room to breathe.

She’s wrong too. Knows more than she should ( Read more... )

He sits on a cot, legs crossed, rubbing his hands together in front of him as he rocks back and forth.

I wonder what I should do for dinner tonight? ... Dude, it's not like she's gonna notice, she's passed out... Go Velma, you can do it! ... So far from grace ... His eyes, I keep going back to his eyes. So beautiful... You know, I should keep the ( Read more... )

Noises, noises in the dark. She thought he’d be safe, alone, hidden away. Days. Not a word. Lost treasure. No one but for her. Plants, plants. It has something to do with the plants. She knows. Sees. Sees more that she should, yes.

Lock away. Padded walls. No one ever needs know, that’s what She use to say. Shh, shh. Hush. Quiet or they’ll hear ( Read more... )

I sit hunched against the wall of my home, one leg pulled close to my chest; the other wrapped around the ankle. I curl my fingers through my hair, slowly pulling it out by the handful. There’s a woman shopping for school supplies, shallow and without purpose. Peter Nicols contemplates whether he should leave Amanda Bishop alone this year -he loves ( Read more... )

I walk into a bar called Willy’s place, hoping to find Stefan already waiting for me. I had called him earlier today and asked him to meet me, usually in a situation such as this I’d use my ability to find him, but it has grown unpredictable of late and I’d rather not be in the position where I cannot control it. It is becoming far louder than ( Read more... )