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I PromiseThe dragon roared; the immense cruel teeth glistening, the black forked tongue hissing. Its foul, loathsome smog breath permeated the very air she breathed- Talana withdrew her sword, and-
Gavin’s reading was interrupted by the sudden feeling of someone’s arms around him, and in his startled surprise, he nearly fell off the wall he had been sitting on.
Somewhat shaken, he looked back in confusion. It was only Malkin Erebus, clinging to him tightly and nuzzling into his shoulder.
“Malkin! You scared me half to death!” Gavin scolded.
“I’m sorry.” Malkin said quietly, not moving.
Something seemed off.
“I’m… perfectly glad to see you, just don’t sneak up on me like that-“ Gavin said apologetically, afraid that he might have sounded harsh. Malkin only clung tighter.
“…Malkin? Are you alright?”
“What is it? Tell me.” Gavin put the book down. As badly as he w
Why is it so cold?
Why is it always so cold?
Cyril crawled across the cold stone floor to where his older sister was lying on a mat under one thin blanket.
“Cherri.” He gave a weak attempt at nudging her awake. “Cherri.”
“Nn… wha’ is it…” Cherri mumbled, turning over.
“I know i’ is.” Cherri sat up slowly, stretching uncomfortably. She rubbed at her eyes, trying to see her brother in the darkness of the room.
They were at home, or, at the place that constituted “home” these days. It was a “house” anyway. Or at least a shelter.
It was a tiny little shack of a house, with nothing on the ugly wood walls but a broken old clock, spiderwebs, and dust. There was a chair, a table, an old cot, an oil lamp, a cabinet, a tin bucket, and a little tiny wood-burning stove, and not much else besides. The co
That GuyGavin was having an excellent day.
He thought he was having an excellent day.
He’d just finished up with a truly fantastic show with the rest of Stereosonic; they’d all played off each other’s energy wonderfully, they’d had quite a crowd show up to see them, and everyone seemed to be having a great time.
Everyone, that is, except for one person.
There he was again. That guy.
He was sitting in the back, smoking a cigarette with total disregard for anyone around him (how he hadn’t been kicked out, no one knew) drinking cheap liquor and somehow managing to look down on everybody around him, despite being the shortest person in the room.
He was thin and pale and looked a bit ill. There were sickly bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in some time, and his dark blue eyes were slightly watery and bloodshot. His hair was black, and had a presumptuous curl to it somehow- not helped by the little red beret he was wearing. He wore a black t
Voluntary HypnosisGavin had a very difficult time falling asleep.
Malkin had passed out almost immediately; he hadn’t slept the whole time he’d been with Cyril, and had completely exhausted himself. But Gavin stayed awake for hours after, trying to convince himself to sleep too. If he could just fall asleep, then he’d wake up and it’d be morning and he could take Malkin to get breakfast somewhere, go home, and never come back into this creepy old warehouse again, unless absolutely necessary.
He told himself it must be safe; Malkin had been living there for quite some time, by the look of things. If there were any threat to him, he would’ve left.
Gavin finally gave in and started quietly texting his boyfriend to try to calm himself down enough to sleep. The darkness and silence of the place were starting to get to him.
Through a series of texts, he told Dreyden all about what had happened; he wished he could call him, but he didn’t want to wake Malkin.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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