Epiphany

An epiphany should be an earth-shattering experience. It aught to be rays of pure blinding light slashing through the washed-out muted shades of every day life bringing knowledge and clarity, especially if you’re an artist, a fucking brilliant, making-his-way-in-NYC kind of artist.

It wasn’t supposed to be looking up with ( Read more... )

Title: There is always the new year
Author: sannea & kari77
Disclaimer: QaF belongs to Russell T. Davies and QaF US to CowLip. We're just doodling.
Rating: PG
Summary: How does Brian spend his first Christmas after Justin left for NY? And where is Justin?

A/N: The ever so lovely sannea wrote a beautiful vignette about the Liberty Avenue family at Christmas and ( Read more... )

The dingy, darkened interior does nothing to dim the sheen of light bouncing of his blond head.

A couple of skinny not-quite-legal looking boys send him angry territorial glances and the rest of the patrons leer at him, at both of us actually. Not that I feel flattered.

This fucking place comes uncomfortable close to reminding me what I might have ( Read more... )

Blond hair falls towards a tightened jaw while aimless strokes draw lines of disappointment and hurt on a sketchpad. The words “sex is a fucking weapon to you” still hanging even though the scent of anonymous sex has cleared from the air.

Brian sighs and stretches, bare feet softly padding across seasoned wood. Just a trick, didn’t mean ( Read more... )

Slender pale limbs stretched and arched to make the least amount of sound possible as small feet quietly tip-toed across the hardwood floor in an attempt to make a quiet trek from the white sofa to the beckoning warmth beneath the dark blue sheets of the large bed centred on a pedestal.

Brian heard the sounds and for a moment pinched his eyes ( Read more... )

Epilogue: June 25th 2006. New York City, during Pride Parade

The city seemed impervious to the shroud of warm wet humidity. Traffic snaked through intersections and hummed through city roads letting out the usual sounds of horns and tires squealing in protest.

Pedestrians crossed the road quickly juggling newspapers and clutching groceries as ( Read more... )

Chapter 11: December 31 2005: New York City

The volume of the city slowly rose in tune with the increasing light sifting through the blinds at the large windows. The slam of a door opened Brian’s eyelids momentarily. A lullaby of the pleasantly warm cotton worn to perfect softness and the mix of Justin’s inherently clean scent mingled with a ( Read more... )

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