the great attraction of insomnia
Monday, August 29th, 2011Brad didn’t shift, didn’t move, and Nate smiled; maybe there was some kind of Nate-shaped hole in Brad’s defense system, something that let Nate enter when all others were barred.
Archive for August, 2011
Dreams With Open Eyes
Monday, August 22nd, 2011They figured out the car wasn’t going to make it about a hundred miles out of Sacramento.
Like the Tide
Monday, August 15th, 2011Like the Tide by templemarker Notes: First begun as a reponse to a prompt in riventhorn‘s Happy Gay Farmers post last month, “a storm’s coming.” With grateful thanks to samjohnsson for uber beta skills. *** The weather is changeable here. Marcus, for all his years spent in the company of his soldiers and then his uncle, and of […]
Unobstructed Views
Monday, August 8th, 2011He contemplated this in the warm amber of his glass when the chair next to him was pulled out and a familiar frame dropped into it. Mike ducked out of his bag and set it next to him, and Harvey suppressed a sigh. Every time that stupid bag marred the line of Mike’s suit, no matter how poorly constructed it was, it ruined the line and made Harvey’s eyes hurt looking at him.