It's people who make life worthwhile.

It was a very small fire.

There's something about how the headlights from passing cars reflect, fragmented, against the the wet asphalt, something beautiful about it, that make him love the city at this time of year, at this time of night. There seem to be more lights than ever and it makes him forgive the impracticalities of the season, the cruelty of it. Gabe keeps ( Read more... )

Yeah, sure. I have my regrets.

Lucien's birthday. Gabe finds the day taking him by surprise, struck as he is by the sudden realisation of how much has happened between them in what is a relatively short time. This time last year he hadn't even known the other man, and now, here they are, and he feels as if he's known Lucien forever. He feels as if they've always been like this, ( Read more... )

My vegan ambition. Over. Definitely over.

Please someone stop me playing Sims.

I don't usually put OOCs up but tagging has been and will be sporadic of time and quality for a little - I apologise. There's been an illness and it's just a trying time. I'll be trying to catch up on old tags and continue threading where I can. Best.

... Used to be better at this.

I remember being better at this.

It’s painfully cold, absurdly so, every time the door to the bar opens a wave of the icy air flies in and the patrons turn to stare with enmity at the person who dared to come or go - a small little hole in the wall, unpretentious and usually forgotten but tonight it’s already had heavy traffic. Gabe watches the kids, they must be barely legal, ( Read more... )