If anyone who had known Asher and Jason back in St. Louis was to see them now, they wouldn't believe that the two were the same people ( Read more... )

He hadn't bothered to take off his tux when they had returned home, merely tossed his coat and tie on the couch and unbuttoned his shirt. He would be lying to say he wasn't nervous. Worried as well ( Read more... )

Fancy dresses. Tuxes. A seven course dinner followed by a slow precision into the auditorium. Then three hours of absolute torture ( Read more... )

Most of the time, Jason hated the city, hated being cooped up inside the loft, feeling caged. There was no wilderness in New York, at least not anything that wasn't already claimed and being fought over. And he wasn't desperate enough to haunt the zoo yet. Most days he occasionally wished they were someplace smaller and more peaceful than here ( Read more... )

Jason hated politics. It was one thing when visitors had come to St Louis, he was usually able to get away as soon as the 'greet and bite' was over with ( Read more... )

Jason wanders into the Diary Room and sits in the chair. He stares at the camera for a while before speaking ( Read more... )

Jason enters the room, his personal items in hand. He sets them on the table below the camera before taking a seat in the chair ( Read more... )

Getting out of the Circus that night had been fairly easy. Jean-Claude and Anita thought he had a shift at the strip club, but really he had swapped shifts with Stephan, claiming to have a date ( Read more... )

To: Asher [hisgoldfinch@damnedcircus.net ( Read more... )

Returning to his room at the Circus, Jason goes to his bed and curls up in a ball in the center, pulling all the blankets over his head.

He'd made his promise, and a promise was made to him. He would stay strong and not give up and Asher would return.

He prayed that Asher was able to keep that promise, because he was so close to giving up.