It's mid-morning until I return to my own sanctuary. Of course, Mari insisted I stay for breakfast. She tried to feed me French toast, but just like on the morning after the attack, I'm not feeling particularly hungry. I have coffee, though, and Mari packs up all the leftovers from last night and cold French … Continue reading First Times – Ember Beads & Ashes (4)
My back slides down the smooth glass surface of the airport building until my ass hits the concrete. I'm a mess. I pull my knees to my chest and bury my face in my hands. I'm a grown man, for fuck's sake. I should be able to handle this, not crumble like a fucking bath … Continue reading First Times – Ember Beads & Ashes (3)
I emerge from the bathroom, towel slung around my hips, steam billowing behind me and Rashid's voice following me. He's humming some tune, and I'm pretty sure it's another Taylor Swift song. I shake my head at my closeted Swiftie. But when he sounds happy, who am I to disagree with his taste in music?We … Continue reading First Times – Ember Beads & Ashes (2)
It's my birthday!My 16th!Not that it matters much to most people, but Josie is here and we'll celebrate. And with some luck I'll see Remy later on.I pound down the stairs, still in my usual sleepwear (boxers and a T-shirt) and I can hear the radio in the kitchen playing “Dancing with Myself". It makes … Continue reading Don’t Lose This One (2)
It's almost dark when I arrive at the venue. My flight was late, and traffic was a nightmare. But Anaïs knows about my delay – I texted her as soon as the tyres of the plane hit the tarmac – and I know there are several agents with her. I'm only the backup due to … Continue reading Echoes in the Dark
Featherlight kisses dance across my skin, sweet breath ghosting in their wake. I smile and sigh his name. In my series of too vivid dreams, this one has to be by far my favourite one. "Wake up, sleepyhead." The words are softly whispered into my ear before his lips find my temple, my forehead, my … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (11)
I stay in 'my' room at 1132 Royal Street for a little while longer. Partly because I can't stop grinning goofily at Rashid's texts and partly because I'm not brave enough to test the waters with Mari yet. Of course it's not the first time we said 'ILY', but it seems we try to limit … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (10)
In case you are wondering: No, the irony is not lost on me that I got a tattoo on my lower abdomen only months before a knife found its way into Rashid's, almost taking his life. My tattoo is on my right side, while his scar is on his left. While mine celebrates the lives … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (8)
~ 8 January ~ I try to sneak into my apartment as quiet as a mouse so I don't alert my watchful guard cat and cause a ruckus when I return home after spending all of Sunday at Josie's. Maybe the mouse part was the mistake, or maybe I underestimated my cat's abilities, but the … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (5)
An annoying buzzing sound disrupts a dream that evaporates the moment my brain achieves something resembling a cognitive state. With a low grunt, I fumble for the twitching thing on my nightstand and catch it just before it can tumble off to its certain death over the edge. "Yes?" I answer the phone, and my … Continue reading September 23 – Still (5)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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