It recalled to him another time, many years ago, sitting in a mountain hut and looking down in horror at the man, the friend he had not even recognized for the scars torture and death had left on him.

The pain now was just the same.

He’d known the moment he touched Fitz that his Catalyst was dying. They’d left it too long, and in ( Read more... )

Title: Some Nights
Fandom: Robin Hobb
Rating: PG-13, maybe
Summary: Molly/Fitz, sort of. Another one of those thoughtful introspection things.

( Some Nights )

                There was a sweet, pungent smell that permeated everything around Withywoods. Our house. I heaved a sigh, my discontent returning as I tried to recall the details of my dream - the details about the Fool. It had ended, I recalled, at the last time I’d seen him before he vanished - as he took away the fragile thread of Skill that had ( Read more... )

I sit at the bedside and wonder what to do. I fold my hands in my lap. One of them twitches with the urge to reach out and tuck back his hair like a small child’s, and I turn it into a motion to brush back my own hair. The other hand reaches involuntarily out and touches his hand. I snatch it back fiercely, not wanting any contact. Not even for the ( Read more... )

Angel/BtVS

Degrees of Guilt
Coda to Somnambulist. A brief talk between Angel and Kate. And introspection. And angst. Never forget the angst.
Angel, Kate. PG-13.

The Tossing Sea (Which Cannot Rest)
Angel, resouled. From Gypsies to Whistler. Angst, crazy, and a fuckton of biblical references.
Angel. PG-13.

The Rain Is Full of Ghosts Tonight
Immediately ( Read more... )