By the time light started creeping through his bedroom window, Melou was already cranky. He hadn’t slept and spent the last few hours with a sleeping girl draped over his chest. Normally he wouldn’t have minded that, but if he wasn’t going to sleep, he figured he should at least get out and do something ( Read more... )

He'd asked her to come see him when she was done cleaning up after dinner. That was over an hour ago and since then, Melou had been waiting in his room patiently. Or, at least as patiently as he could be while puttering around nervously.

Finally the door opened and she slipped inside. He stopped his pacing and smiled at her. "Hey."

When Melou is cranky, like he has been for the past few days, he tends to avoid Briallen. She, more than anyone else including Mele, knows how to push his buttons and seems to do it on purpose more often than not ( Read more... )

Melou is happy enough when he returns home. He was able to see Angela, and will likely be able to keep seeing her without much difficulty, so that's one worry taken care of. As for his other encounters, well, he doesn't much care about them to be concerned ( Read more... )

Melou hasn't slept well the past few nights. It's nothing to do with his dreams, for once, and nothing to do with not sleeping in his own bed. He's used to that by now ( Read more... )

The remainder of the journey to Wales was uneventful. Melou, for one, was thankful for that. He'd had enough excitement - if you could call it that - for a while and all he wanted was to get back home and his usual routine, at least for a few weeks ( Read more... )

In the days following Pasgen's murder, Melou felt better than he could ever remember. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders, even if only he and Melehan knew about it. Still, as much as he wanted to think the murder made him no longer a boy, in his mind there was one more thing to take care of, and he'd resolved to deal with it that night ( Read more... )