Henry likes this time of year. Partly for the religious significance it held (holds) for him, and partly because it's a time of renewal, of repentance, and of implicit forgiveness. He's indoors tonight, sitting by the fireplace and drinking a glass of water, watching the flames and smiling a bare smile ( Read more... )

Finally, everything's ready - and Johnny's been in a better place than he has been in a long time. It has to do with a lot of factors: there's a basement bar that he can call home, and though it's not the Underground Cafe, it's close enough - better, almost, because that's one he worked to get into shape. Now, he would love to have Marie-Jeanne ( Read more... )

 Henry hasn't been out and about for a while, but he's descended tonight, early in the evening. He looks fairly normal - with things going better with Anita, the color of his eyes is almost back to human hazel, just a touch darker than they should be, and he could pass for a rather anemic human being. He seems relaxed, if a little bit thoughtful, ( Read more... )

Anita's had a few things on her plate, as of late. That's a good thing - her own personal life is in shambles, but she's always been good at ignoring that sort of thing. In a way, it's simpler. In others, it's more complicated.

She's been having trouble feeding the ardeur - she hasn't always had a partner with whom to feed it, and that's been ( Read more... )

Yeah. This wasn't his apartment. For one, he was on a bed and not a messy, roll-out couch. For another, it was ... posh. No piles of dirty laundry everywhere, and he didn't smell the four day old take-out either. A quick look around the room netted him a t-shirt, jeans, and shoes and he found the laptop. He could deal with this, right ( Read more... )