{There might be spoilers in comments.}

I realize you're bored and have no one to talk to aside from me, but complaining to me about how much you hate canon really isn't effective. You think I don't hate it? You think I'm not frustrated and tired ( Read more... )

Screw it. I'll mark each one locked, open, muse, verse, etc. Easier on you guys. Letters do not have to be responded to, this is just to get the muses talking again.

( The Letter - Day Four - Your Sibling )

It may have still been a bit cool around Miami, well...for Miami, but Michael was sweating. He had some downtime while he was waiting to hear from Sam, so he started working out. First he went outside and ran, then he came back in to do some push-ups. After giving his body a moment to relax he settled down at his weight bench and began lifting. He ( Read more... )

He knows she can take care of herself, it's something she reminds him of every time he worries, but the reality of it is that he's known the feeling of her being dead, and it isn't something he can ever go through again; especially if it's because of him.

(Bela is enjoythe_ride, used with permission and love as always. Set at the end of the last episode. He needed something non-heartbreaking.)

Sometimes in love there's no simple fix. Sometimes you just have to hang on… and lead with your heart. ~The Wonder YearsHe walked through the front door and dropped his jacket, then slipped out of his shoes. The dull ( Read more... )

(He's in a funk. Pardon him.)

What worries you masters you. ~Haddon W. RobinsonHe wasn't home, in a comfortable bed he had bought for Bela. Boxes stacked against the walls in preparation to move. None of those things were even at home ( Read more... )

( spoilers for tonight )

At times I think and at times I am. -Paul Valery

Just over a year after Carla was killed...Michael and Sam were in the car cruising passed the boardwalk. They'd just collected pay for the end of a new job, and hadn't had much trouble from anyone else that day. Michael always did hate wishful thinking ( Read more... )

(So I'm trying to force my uncooperative muses to write to try and get them running again. This one is for enjoythe_ride, who requested bored!Michael.It was a hot, muggy day in Miami. Michael didn't have any work to do, so he was hanging around the loft. Bela was doing research on the laptop, but sitting up next to him in bed. Both were on top of the covers ( Read more... )

Michael had been back in Miami for awhile. Bela had come to meet him after she finished up her work. Miami was a lot better with her there. Even if she didn't like his bed. Or "mattress" as she called it. He argued it was a futon, but there was really no point in arguing with her. He realized this a long time ago. About the time she shot him ( Read more... )