[[from here.]]"Oh, the piano bench isn't an attractive enough spot?" I asked, my smirking grin somewhat offset by the shiver that swept through me at his lips on my skin. "Let us go then, and quickly, for I am less of a mind to wait." And so getting to my feet, I let him lead the way to the clinic. Once inside, I shut and locked the door, a habit ( Read more... )

Dated 27 August, mid-afternoon
To save confusion with the first-person narratives, a ~ has been inserted between each tag.

( In which Scout gives Phedre some unsettling news. )

The sky outside was the grey of an Alban sea, the clouds gathering in a looming mass that hovered, waiting to strike. I was put in mind of the Master of the Straits every time I looked at it, and my heart beat the faster for it. Imriel and I had taken up refuge in a corner of the clinic; I hoped we would be able to sleep on the floor in Greg's room ( Read more... )

[continued from here]]I'd been right; we didn't tarry on the way back to the treehouse, our fingers still twined together and guilty smiles on our faces. Despite a stop or two when I found I could not keep myself from kissing him again, we made good time, and I ushered him up the ladder barely two steps ahead of me ( Read more... )

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Oh, gods. His whisper rasped straight through me, and I had to swallow hard before finding my voice. "As much as you can give, I can take," I murmured in reply, my eyes wide and fixed on his. "There's nothing you can think of that I haven't already endured... and enjoyed," I added with the barest hint of a smile.

[from here]Biting my lip a little as he released me, I followed him into the other room and shut the door behind me. Toeing off my shoes, I went to him and slid my arms around his neck, going easily up on the balls of my feet to rub my nose lightly against his cheek, my lips hovering near the corner of his mouth. "Please," I said again, my breath ( Read more... )

I woke with a start; it was still dark, the edges of my little room barely illuminated by the moon outside. I had been dreaming, restless visions of home that stirred the darker recesses of my mind and left me fearful. Hyacinthe, confined to his lonely island with the Master of the Straits as surely as I was imprisoned here; Joscelin, my perfect ( Read more... )

Having seen Rabastan in the compound that morning, I knew I could no longer avoid going back to the treehouse. Of course, my mind had been worrying over how, if at all, Regulus had improved since I left... but I knew even if I had asked him, Rabastan would only have told me to come and see for myself ( Read more... )

As dusk fell I drew close to the treehouse and was surprised to see someone coming toward me on the path; he looked enough like Regulus that I could only take him for his brother, Sirius. He brushed past me looking worried, and I hurried on with a frown drawing up my eyebrows ( Read more... )