"Fuck, Hollander." The raspy edge in Rozanov's voice, his warm baritone, resonated deeply in Shane's core, setting his insides on vibrate. Each of his body's cells hummed to Ilya's song, Ilya's heartbeat, Ilya's breath. Air ghosted over his skin like the gentle touch of velvet gloves, shivers rippling across the silky planes of flesh. Shane's … Continue reading Toronto, July 2010
~ 16 June ~ My head is a tree trunk, and a woodpecker is trying to drill a new hole in it. Wait, do woodpeckers even do that? Drill holes in trees? My head throbs, my throat is dry like the Atacama Desert, and every muscle in my body aches. This must be what a … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (13)
The loud clunk stops my heart. I carefully put my backpack down on the desk chair and bend to pick up my phone. Please, don't be... but of course, it is. A thin spiderweb of cracks runs across the screen, starting from the corner where it hit first and fanning outward. I run a finger … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (9)
~ 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)
Daughter of Gallifrey 