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After my third (or was it my fourth?) glass of scotch, I tossed the few holiday cards I received into the bin. The pro forma exercise seemed tiresome and hypocritical to me. What did I really have in common with them anymore, with their wives and children, mortgages, school fees, the pony club &c.? Not a damned thing, truthfully ( Read more... )

Aside from my unexpected demon-researcher (she was researching demons, I didn't believe she was one... I think...) things were relatively quiet. My own research, looking into vampires who used one of their own as bait in order to hunt vampire hunters hadn't borne any particularly worthy fruit ( Read more... )

"Um...well, I think it's unfixable."

I know Xander was speaking to someone else of the espresso machine, but the irony, and the timing of it, wasn't lost on me.

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"Maybe having you say something is all he wants."

I wish it was that simple. But no, that isn't all Ethan wants. I can't give Ethan what he does want. -- (Can't, or won't?) ( Read more... )

I wanted to reach out to Ethan more than anything I could remember, and the wanting let me feel the need for him. That hadn't ever gone away. It was in the marrow of my bones, and beyond. There was a time when Ethan and I meant so much to one another we were part of each other's deepest selves. When our lives were moulded, we each had a hand in ( Read more... )

Ethan was still talking to Amy about what they were planning to do at work the following day when I went back to my own flat and closed the door. I got the bottle of Laphroaig out of the cabinet and broke the seal, took out a water glass and splashed about four fingers of the whisky into it. I didn't feel like poncing about with shots ( Read more... )

"Well if you would have me I have a few things I can teach and well I'm usually good with people..."

'I wouldn't ask if I wouldn't have you,' I assured her, 'And... yes.' I'd leave it for Ethan to crow with delight about recruiting former exotic dancers and others for the new Council

"Devlin, um he's destined to be a watcher and is in training ( Read more... )

Ethan and I were taking our time getting "home" after a long walk in the park. No, we weren't "taking our time" -- we were dawdling, deliberately. I didn't have the heart to force Ethan back sooner than he was willing to go ( Read more... )

Things have settled down to something approximating normal since Ethan and I returned home. I wanted to ask Xander about what he's done about the matter with Zalika, but he hasn't mentioned it, and it's rather too personal to bring up in casual conversation ( Read more... )

I really need to apologise to Dr Walsh, at work, for being absent so often. I feel awful about it, but between the [former?] demon in the house, and Ethan, I've been rather distracted of late. I don't know what's the matter with me, I just can't bring myself to care too terribly much about work, or duty, or anything that's been a watchword (sic) of ( Read more... )