Prior's dreams hadn't been as quite as bad lately, though they were often disturbing or strange - an amalgam of his experiences from the war and his life on the island. He dreamed that he and Guy were huddling in a trench together during a bombardment (awfully Freudian, that) or that German soldiers were invading the island, or that Annie was ( Read more... )

[Continued from hereThe bottle of palm wine, passed back and forth between them, had been emptied, and Guy had just returned with a second one. Prior hadn't drunk this much in ages, and he was feeling quite unsteady - not to mention slightly nauseated, since no amount of inebriation was enough to disguise the taste of the homemade brew ( Read more... )

Prior was up and out of bed as soon as he heard the sound of guns. He hadn't been sleeping in any case - the nightmares had become bad enough that he slept very little these days - and he'd always been on a hair-trigger, his instincts honed by four years of warfare ( Read more... )

When he clambered up the ladder into his treehouse, Prior was pleased to see that he had left his rifle out, leaning against the wall by the door, and that his army tunic was lying on his bed, preparatory to doing laundry. That was good. He wanted Donald to remember who he was. Not Guy's fucktoy, not some chance acquaintance, but an officer in ( Read more... )

Prior rarely encountered anyone at the pool below the waterfall. Maybe because the water was colder than the sea, or maybe because it was a bit of a hike through the jungle, but whatever the reason, it was private, and he liked that. Especially now that Guy was with him ( Read more... )

An army man to the core, Prior liked to keep his treehouse tidy. The bed was made and his clothes were folded and piled neatly in a corner along with a small stack of books (mostly science fiction, along with a few volumes of poetry and some history books). The guns, grenades, and pornographic magazines were stashed away under the bed, out of ( Read more... )

continued from herePrior let Burgess help him off with his shirt and began working on Burgess's shirt. "If Anthony shows up, do you think he'd want to join in?" he asked, fondly recalling his tryst with Michael and Burgess a few months ago. He still would have liked it if a woman could be in on their fun instead of a third man, but he knew ( Read more... )

( so not work safe )

[ continued from herePrior headed towards the waterfall, rather than the ocean - he'd got into the habit of swimming there after his leg was injured in the dinosaur attack, since the fresh water didn't sting. Also, it was a bit more private - the beach was practically a public thoroughfare, what with insane Americans running about ("jogging") and ( Read more... )

Prior had pushed his bed into a corner because being enclosed made him feel safer. Towers' ghost hadn't returned, but he still felt a little shiver every time he entered the room. His uniform, which he had run through the laundry several times, was folded neatly on a chair. "It's not bloody anymore," he remarked, nodding at it, "but I don't ( Read more... )