Well-crossed Threads
Monday, October 31st, 2011And yet, when word by courier was sent to his home in the City of Elua, that his old ghost-touched friend waited in hope to see him in Marsilikos, he was not of a mind to say no.
And yet, when word by courier was sent to his home in the City of Elua, that his old ghost-touched friend waited in hope to see him in Marsilikos, he was not of a mind to say no.
The thing about Chicago was that, a lot of the time, you tended to stick around your own neighborhood.
Sometimes Kurt will look at Dave and he’ll be spilling his feelings and things that have pissed him off and Kurt just nods. Taking in each and every word and making Dave feel like it’s okay to be so damn angry some days, and to want to hide away on others. There’s just no judgement there, just Kurt; his kind eyes and strong hands clinging onto his.
This is the story they tell about the Winchesters.
There are fifty-two weeks in a year, and Dean is damn well going to use every one of ’em.
“C’mon,” he said. “I need to keep warm or something, and you’re the warmest thing I’ve got.”
“Hey, did you get milk on the way home?” Colby asked, head deep in the fridge.
Seeley knew, from having her in his life for so long, and from being in love with her for most of that time, that Tempe had never been scared of much. But she’d tell him she was scared of the future if you could sit her down and be serious–serious about talking–for half a minute.