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Roger and Brian Log
Roger needed a shower. He could feel his skin, all grease and oil, sand and saltwater. He hadn't been back to the Compound since it had happened, since his vision of his life had begun resembling a daytime soap, and he didn't want to have anything to do with ( Read more... ) -
For Dean -- Dated to 3am the morning of 6th
It was over. Over was dramatic, but it was different. Different like the angle Roger had seen Brian from, different like the way his stomach bottomed out at the sight, different like a magical fucking island that, had he never landed there, Roger never would have met Brian Kinney and wouldn't be where he was ( Read more... ) -
[for Brian]
[ from here]
"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that," Brian purred, grinning. The look in his eyes left no question as to where this was headed. "So you want to put the guitar away?" It was one way to get them to a bedroom, anyway.Roger did. Hell, he'd waited 2 months just to be able to leave the clinic, much less go to Brian's room and do ( Read more... ) -
For Brian-- Dated to Halloween
The sound of tiny feet running down many flights of stairs likely couldn't be heard over the din of many other pairs of feet scurrying about. Roger was just a fluffy-haired face in the crowd, bouncing along to try and right things. Occasionally, he had a straight adult thought, but most of it was muddled through kidspeak, and when he tried to ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
The noise coming from the kitchen and rec room suggested that it was well into the mid-afternoon, and yet Roger was not out of bed. Most mornings he was up pretty early for coffee with those addicted to Ianto's perfect rendition of the libation, then he'd fall back asleep for a few hours and rise with the smell of breakfast. Both of these things ( Read more... ) -
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Working toward that ending bonus, Roger decided, was a fucking bitch ( Read more... ) -
Know that these things will never change for us at all [For Brian]
Many days had passed since the being-in-Hunter's body, incident, and enough had happened that Roger had almost forgotten. Not enough to leave Hunter alone, of course, as the chance to give him shit was never passed up, but when it came to Brian, he forgot. Did his best to. There was no other way to deal with it. And since Brian had gone about ( Read more... ) -
[For Hunter (Roger); bodyswitch]
Mornings without work were pretty much given by God to Jaye. They may have been in her mind the only inkling of proof that he actually existed. On the island, every morning was a morning without work though, so the thrill of being able to sleep in till all hours wore off real quick. Jaye would never, ever, ever say she was an EARLY riser, but ( Read more... ) -
Maybe someday we'll be smarter [For Prior]
The pit in his stomach was bottomless, as were the cascade of excuses Roger expected to come tumbling out of his mouth the moment the door opened. He wasn't sure which tasted more foul: the truth or the bullshit. On the one hand, bullshit was named so for its lack of pleasant taste, and on the other, the way his blood would taste in his mouth ( Read more... ) -
[Log with Brian]
Brian sat in the rec room, an actual book in his lap, for once. The bookshelf had only been giving him fucking comic books when he tried to get a decent magazine, so he gave up and went with Shakespeare, grudgingly. He was rereading Hamlet for god knew what time in his life, although he wasn't really paying much attention to the words he was ( Read more... )