( In this world, fear is your only companion. [DH spoilers to come.] )

Should've found him by now, he thought, wondering where the rat was, and if Asar-Suti had even received that note.A rustle at his feet a half hour later brought back the confirmation. And he was relieved as he offered the rat a cookie and sent it on its way. Time was of the essence; it could not be wasted ( Read more... )

It's an inescapable fact now. The pull of his world and by default the door is unbearable. His remaining time here can be measured in days.

Hours.

Minutes. Who knows?

In his room, which is oddly illuminated today, he stands examining the various items he'd placed on his bed.

( [More after the cut.] )

Neville came into the bar yesterday. Rabastan saw him. And they ... talked. More like, Rabastan went straight into "I have to tell you something" without even warning Neville first ( Read more... )

A black Arabian stallion reared up onto his hind legs, pawing at the air with his hooves, neighing sharply. He did this several times, dancing on the spot a little in an effort to keep balance before he dropped back down to all fours and took off at a flat-out run, tail carried like a flag ( Read more... )

After this.

"Convince me you care about others. Convince me that I was wrong and you do care. That I mean something to you. Mean enough to you because I care about you as an uncle should, and that I believe in you ( Read more... )

( What Tarot Card Am I? )

Out near the Darkened Corner™ of Milliways [where it's easy to do so] is Rabastan. Fast asleep on one of the sofas there. And dreaming.

It's not a pleasant dream.

Which probably explains the fidgeting he's doing as he tries to stay asleep.

Wolves aren't bothered by human emotions ( Read more... )

( 'Just because you can only shift into wolf-shape yet that doesn't mean he shouldn't.' )