When I get back to my apartment, I finish my daily work duties quickly and feed Bruno, who’s hiding under the bed – whatever spooked him this time, but the prospect of food always works – and then go through my drawers. It doesn’t take long until I find what I’m looking for, and I … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (8)
As I step in front of Rashid, I give him my biggest grin and a "Hey!" Despite my outer bravado, I'm shaking on the inside; I'm so nervous. I really want to give him a hug as a greeting, but I think it's too soon for physical contact. Unfortunately. He's also a masterclass of concealment … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (7)
There's no point going back to sleep, so I start my morning routine. Make coffee, have a shower, drink coffee. Feed my half-starved cat. Dress in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, and go for a run. The city is just waking up, a soft golden light creeping over the river. Our neighbourhood is still pretty … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (6)
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wendell Dupree, you are without a doubt the biggest fucking idiot to ever grace the surface of this planet. You’re fretting about getting a text from the man of your dreams, but then you switch off your phone and forget to fucking switch it on again! Just how thick … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (5)
I wake up when the sun is fully up, later than I usually get up, and I'm grateful that as a custodian I don't have any fixed working hours. I stumble from the terrace into my apartment, making a beeline for the coffee maker. Before I can reach my destination, I hear banging at my … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (4)
It was one of those sweltering New Orleans summer nights. The heat of the day still lingered, but the breeze that drifted through the open windows carried the essence of night-blooming flowers, their sweetness making the air more bearable. Louis was outstretched on the settee in the parlour, the book he was currently reading momentarily … Continue reading Barney (Chapter 10)
After dessert and coffee, where I make a point to praise Big Mal's vegan ice cream, I declare my wish to go home. Josie and Mal try to convince me to stay, but Bruno, my cat, needs feeding, and I long for some peace and quiet in my own four walls. It was a long … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (3)
Have you ever had this feeling when you meet someone – or maybe you’ve known them for a long time already – and suddenly it’s like you’re hit square in the chest and there’s this warm feeling that blossoms around your heart and unfurls inside your body? It almost feels like a coal fire that … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (2)
Louis and Lestat started the night hunting together. They chose one of Lestat’s favourite places, a saloon called “The Bayou’s End”, a grubby little place tucked away in the forgotten corners of the city. Once a grand old Creole cottage, it used to be a prosperous establishment, but time and neglect turned it into a … Continue reading Barney (Chapter 8)
Dearest gentle reader, I feel like I should stop addressing you like that, but once Soso puts a thought in your mind, it’s hard to get rid of. Like when she suggested I should tell you more about Rashdell. She says Rashdell is our shipper name, and she ships us. Don’t ask me; I don’t … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (1)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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