When Prior woke, he didn't feel quite like himself. Though honestly, with the way his body seemed intent on doing things without his permission and generally making him feel like shit in new and different ways, it wasn't all that strange.

Except, well, it didn't really feel bad, just off. Not enough to make him take much notice, though ( Read more... )

It had been a few days since Prior had discovered that it hadn't been Roger who had helped him home that night he'd been drunk. Which simply traded one problem for another. He no longer had to worry about the shitstorm inherent in kissing his ex, he had to worry about the shitstorm inherent in kissing the guy who looked like his ex. The guy who' ( Read more... )

After Prior left Scotty's hut, he stood in the path for a moment, finding himself hoping that Maureen hadn't noticed his absence. If he showed up in a bathrobe, particularly after coming in the direction of Scotty's hut, he'd have to make a lot of explanations he didn't want to make. Last night, he wouldn't have minded so much; he might have even ( Read more... )

The previous day had been Valentine's Day, which had never been one of Prior's favorite holidays even when he'd been in a relationship. The last time he could remember celebrating was a quiet dinner with Louis followed by wine-soaked mutually solicitous sex. On second thought... that was a fairly good memory, as far as the ones with Louis went. ( Read more... )

PRIOR WALTER'S MAILBOX

Prior had gone to see Roger because he thought it would make him feel better. He shouldn't have known it wouldn't go well, and now he felt even more like shit than he had before. Some of that Roger's fault, and some of it his own fault. As it was, as he made his way back to Bohemia, he was in some kind of awful mood ( Read more... )

The past few weeks had shown a startling improvement in Prior's overall mood. Apparently he'd just needed a shove in the right direction to stop moping and feeling sorry for himself over Mark, and though Maureen's not-so-subtle matchmaking attempts were mortifying, he did at least have to admit that having a new friend in Scotty had helped quite a ( Read more... )

It didn't take long for Prior to finish sewing the pillow, but it had still been a somewhat intricate process, as it wasn't just two panels of material, but rather, a patchwork. It consisted of a number of different fabrics, some the same purple as the drapes in Scotty's hut, and the rest darker complements - navy, maroon, gray. Deep colors, ( Read more... )

Though he was living with Maureen, Prior had become a regular fixture at Mark's hut. So much so that it wasn't unusual for him to be there when Mark wasn't. So there was nothing strange about him slipping over in the afternoon, not long after he'd spoke with Roger for the first time in what seemed like ages. He'd ignored Maureen's snort of ( Read more... )

Prior woke up feeling like ass. Not that this was unusual, but he was particularly annoyed about it this morning. Also, he needed a beer ( Read more... )