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Gabby: Internal Dialog
This is a fucking awful idea.
It might not be. It's tactically sound, you've done it yourself.
But I was a nobody, a whisper in the night.
Is the attention what you're afraid of? Or are you afraid of losing him to his own monstrosity, just like you've lost Thib?
A whisper in the night faces no consequences.
And the other?
Who wouldn't be?
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Gabby: Disolve
There was a dissolution of self down here, a nearly unflappable sense of safety. There were all sorts of poetic metaphors she could apply to it, she supposed, the womb of the earth, that sort of thing ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Growing up
Pain from pearls-hey little girl-
How much have you grown?
Pain from pearls-hey little girl-
Flower for the ones you've known.
She fingered the strand of pearls that hung around her neck, lovely and delicate, the gift of a monster who was now so much ash on other dead men's sleeves. A petty dance of rivalries. Hers. Mine. Theirs. Not deadly. Just cruel ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: The Winner is...
She checked the emails again, to make sure she had included everyone.
She carefully numbered the list.
She went to www.random.org to have it generate a random number in her range.
She checked the number against the list, and sighed with relief. Lamar. Not a place that she didn't want to go to.
Not a place she really wanted to go to either, but that ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Games (part one)
Gabby grinned for the first time in months as she read her email.
If someone in DeKalb would be kind enough to supply her with the contact info for the flirtatious Hawaiian doctor who had visited them several months ago, this would be child's play.
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Gabby: Battlefields
As usual she was of two minds about what she was doing. There was a part of her that knew that she had to bleed off her rage and hatred for DeKalb before she could go home again. The town festered in her, sluggish and toxic, a world that was afraid to change itself. The poison could be leached away in the detachment of the fight, of the certainty ( Read more... ) -
Giselle: The Letter
She stared at her computer monitor, and snarled, fist punching through the desk with ease as she felt her beast take hold, sliding even past the changed feathers that held her up against it, the Harvesters' gift. In her way, she was a deliberate monster, carefully and delicately destroying each object in the office, starting with the desk and ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: The Remaining
"Aren't you kind, Ms. Harriman." She could sense Josephina's attempt to be snide. She brushed past it ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: She did not just do that. (AKA: "my vice is wrath")
She leaned back in her seat, with a smirk, and spoke clearly over the sound of Audra's heels, "No, indeed. The Invictus have not failed to convince us. They have merely succeeded in alienating us."
As Audra stepped back into the room to utter her inane response to Gabrielle's comment, the tiny creature focused all her rage into her words, giving ( Read more... ) -
Giselle: Musings
Giselle's thoughts were quiet, laid around her like flowers in a garden ( Read more... )