I’ve been having really weird dreams this week:

Three nights ago I dreamed about having to move big bags of something that kept spilling from one car into another car (and stacked videos, the old ones in black cases) and I was standing between these two cars in a parking lot. Then some people (might have been the Heroes cast, I dunno … one of them ( Read more... )

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/26874.html - Dear Peter

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/30513.html - Flowers

A rather pretty young man shuffled his feet at the edge of Kensington Gardens. He ran a hand through his short hair as he stared at the large blue ‘Police Call’ box in front of him.

A light breeze ruffled his knee-length coat, and ( Read more... )

Dear Peter

Peter you idiot

Stupid poodle

I told you

Peter,

You’re alive. Thank god.

Ok, I know you probably wish you weren’t alive because you’re a bleeding heart cartoon

You probably feel like hell. Try to focus on the positives: you’re alive. So is your bloody brother Nathan the bastard grew a beard to imitate me ( Read more... )

“Can’t make it look deliberate that he’s here!” the first man exploded. “Now hurry up, put on the necklace!”

“It’s dark.”

“Well then, turn on the flashlight!”

The first man switched on the small flashlight and snapped his necklace around the unconscious young man’s neck.

The second man snapped a handcuff around the unconscious man’s left wrist ( Read more... )

Not a day goes by that I don’t regret my decisions. The little things - if I’d missed that subway car, if I’d turned that corner, if I’d asked that man for directions … would it have all turned out differently if I’d given that person a ride in my cab?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

~*~

When you’ve left New York a smoking wasteland, we’ll put that on ( Read more... )

Claude blinks. His head is throbbing horribly. .

It’s pitch black - Claude can’t see a thing. He tries to wave his hand in front of his face - and discovers that his wrists are chained. Claude shakes them - his manacles are very short.

“Morning sunshine,” a voice drawls from somewhere nearby.

Claude feels ice course through his body. ( Read more... )

Claude is 43

I don’t deserve you.

That’s what he’s thinking as the boy kisses him.

I’m old, I’m broken, and terrible, terrible things have been done to me. Just by touching me, you’re being poisoned …

Claude is 16

He’s been in this cell for a long time. If meals are any judge - twenty-seven divided by three - it’s been nine ( Read more... )

Title: A Parody of Love (5/5)

Rating: R to be perfectly safe.

Pairings: Plaude, and Petrellicest without the blood-relation. Stop looking at me like that! Nathan forced his way in with his icy glare and politician friends!

Word Count: 1, 259 I think.

Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, you shouldn’t be here, you should ( Read more... )

Finally figured out how to view the graphic novels - a bearable wait with the nbc.com interactive viewer ( Read more... )

Title: A Parody of Love (4/?)

Rating:

Pairings: Plaude, and Petrellicest without the blood-relation. Stop looking at me like that! Nathan forced his way in with his icy glare and politician friends!

Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, you shouldn’t be here, you should be at nbc.com catching up!

Disclaimer: Uh … ( Read more... )