It's been quiet here in Ireland and I feel a bit guilty about taking off like that, but Karl and I really needed to get away and really get back to ourselves. We should be getting back to Wellington this morning and I'm a bit afraid of what the pup did to the ranch while we were gone. Hopefully John stuck around to help him ( Read more... )

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David is conscious, but his eyes are vacant as he walks down the hallway behind Miranda. His father is at his side, but David is unaware. Every nerve feels exposed and open as if he is walking through salt water with paper cuts across his body. Raw and over sensitive, the pain of a fading bond and a broken one warring with each other until David ( Read more... )

I wake suddenly, once again groping along the ice cold ground in search of a warmth that isn’t there. Neither of them are there. Sighing, I pull my hand back into the cocoon of blankets and curl up as small as I can. They aren’t here. Neither of them. Orlando because…because he’s not real. He doesn’t exist anymore. He’s not like Sala and ( Read more... )

It's here, in the dark and cold that I sometimes wake reaching for something...someone I'm not sure who. Two sets of eyes look at me one brown/blue and another brown/amber. They stare from the darkness, waiting and waiting and waiting for something. I don't know what. Don't want to know what. I want them to go away. Both of them. I want to ( Read more... )

One soft, barely whispered thought.

//I love you Edain//

Staring at the fish cooking on the small fire, David can feel Karl talking to someone...Viggo. When he feels Karl at home, David takes a deep breath and contracts Viggo. //Viggo..I'm in Greenland. You know the place-the one I ran to after..doesn't matter. Look after Karl for me until I get back.// He slams the link down again and walks out ( Read more... )

I can hear Karl, but I can't bear to answer. The cabin here was in a state of disrepair, but better than I thought it would be. The cold eats at me more than I remember it doing in the past. I feel like a robot, no feelings, no desires. Nothing except the flights for wood to fuel my fire and fishing for the silvery salmon that seem to enjoy the ( Read more... )

Setting the bag of intelligence on the driveway, I shift and take out some of my anger by flaming the bag until nothing but fine ash remains. Looking around the yard I can see the yellow glow of my anger coloring everything. //Is there anythign else Karl?//

Waiting for Craig to return, I realize Ileft Sala alone. Fuck that was beyond stupid. I shoud have called him sooner. Picking up the phone, I dial the house number. "Come on..answer, answer dammit."