A lot of consillia would have just asked me to leave as soon as I made my presence known, so I suppose it's a step up that they've at least let me in the doors, even if I've been so bound in magical compulsion that I can barely speak truths, let alone even think falsehoods. All the same, it's times like these when I start seriously considering the ( Read more... )

Da and I never talked. We loved. We worked. We sat in companionable silence over the dinner table and only ever gave voice to anything if pointing was insufficient ( Read more... )

"Have you talked to Jason or Rig? Or Deacon, for that matter?" I ask Anthony as he comes into the garage. He's carrying a sack of kitchen waste out to the bin while I'm half buried under the bonnet of Deacon's Corvair ( Read more... )

I try not to ask too many questions about the time before now, but sometimes he tells me bits and pieces, enough to form a dark and dingy picture of his childhood, one full of dirty windows where he looked out on a world full of sun and joy; where he spent a lifetime in a basement, the results of which are written across his body. It's in how he ( Read more... )

In my dreams he stands beside me, but I can't see his face, shrouded as it is. I can hear his breathing, smell ash from his hair. Enormous buildings, constructs of concrete and steel, loom over us, blotting out the meager sun. It's a gray dream of a gray world. We walk ( Read more... )

The winter storms are only getting worse the closer we get to spring. The power is out and we have started lighting candles with matches and magic. Once we've made certain that we'll survive the night even if we don't have power restored, Deacon and I sit in a dark living room lit only by candlelight. He touches the flame of a candle on the coffee ( Read more... )

Instructions: Go check out the Drabble Chart here.

Then, in a comment (there or here), give me three unused prompts and a character you would like to have me write about. 100 words will be posted in this LJ for each prompt.

Go!

“My life doesn’t get any less weird,” I sigh to myself as I put a hand on Deacon’s brow. He’s still burning with fever, but less than he was. “And I’m pretty sure I told you to come see me if it started to become infected ( Read more... )

The apartment is warm, inviting, and bright and I immediately drip on the carpet. Anthony pulls me into the loo and tosses a towel over his arm while I strip off my sodden clothes. He perches on the edge of the toilet and watches me shiver for a moment before pulling me close and toweling me off with long, steady strokes, each one leaving a line of ( Read more... )

The rain starts suddenly and pours icy water down in buckets. Unexpected as it is, I haven't even an umbrella with me, so I do my best to dodge the raindrops. By the time I get to the front door, I'm drenched and then realize I've left the house keys at the shop ( Read more... )