In the year (or so) that Elizabeth and Nathan have been together, their relationship has been an incredibly private affair, mainly conducted behind closed doors and foreign cities - often heard of, rarely discussed. Their status quo has been a steady thing ( Read more... )

Ginger takes the stairs two at a time in bare feet until she reaches Elizabeth's floor, and then she pads down the hallway, pretending that it's important to be silent. She's wearing baggy jeans held up by a worn leather belt and a t-shirt a little too small ( Read more... )

It'd taken a few minutes to first teleport over, then change out of his armor, freshen up, and put on regular clothes (orange shirt and black pants, as usual). Since then, in the few minutes before Elizabeth's arrival, he's made his circuit of the apartment, making sure all was still as it should be. It'd been a while since he last had a chance to ( Read more... )

Today appears to be one of those days that Grif's decided to actually use his apartment. The lights are on, some music can be heard playing -- not Creed, thankfully, but something with a driving pseudo-rock drumbeat and some light choral tones -- and the door has been left ajar. It almost might seem as if he's expecting someone to drop by. (It's ( Read more... )

Strictly speaking, Blood Gulch did have a nighttime, but it was so short that Grif was almost never around for it. Here in Philly, though, the sun was not nearly so relentless, and so he found himself there in the evening, still fairly light with summertime encroaching but with darkness certainly on its way. There were a number of ways he ( Read more... )

Week days are always busy. There's the morning routines, school for the girls, errands and her own various classes, afterschool activities, sorting out dinner, evening baths for everyone but the dog. Interspersed with the schedule they'd developed in the last few months there's everyone else, the family that's come back. Every time she turns around ( Read more... )

It's probably past time they should've talked, Elizabeth thinks.

With the girls still at school and most of her errands for the day actually sorted out before four in the afternoon, she fishes her pinpoint out of her purse and texts Thren:

at home; come by, please?Having done so more or less slips her mind when Hamlet accidentally lights his ( Read more... )

Time distortion is, as many people have noted, a funny thing. For the people just now returning to this particular apartment block in Philidelphia, it's only been a few days; for the people who've been here the whole time, it's been more like...a few months ( Read more... )

( when they shine is hard to say, but some things never fade away )

It's after ten, which means Elizabeth is -- or should be -- the only one in the apartment awake aside from the dog. It's a quiet night and that works out nicely after the very strange one preceding it, as far as she's concerned. The main lights are off, and she has a side lamp lit and the four-wick lamp on the altar still burning ( Read more... )