I'm terribly sorry to be holding up a couple of threads, but I've been terribly ill this week. I'll try to get caught up in the next couple of days.

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I knew I was right. Not a matter of if, only when. I could stand only so many of Ethan's accusing looks, and fewer of his sad ones, that seemed to follow me around the flat, even when we weren't in the same room together. 'All right, Ethan, I give up. You win.' -- I can be a little short on tact when I'm short of patience, as well.

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'Let's get out of here. Weren't you the one complaining about how much time I'm spending here?' I held out my hand to Ethan, who didn't need my help, of course. That wasn't the point. Making the offer was. Ethan took my proffered hand, and his flesh slid next to mine; his fingers curled in a graceful arc around the back of my hand, but never ( Read more... )

'No,' I told David, quietly. 'I could do it, but I won't. If she was awake enough to ask whether she'd rather die, or have her life "saved" by the Council -- again -- I think I have a very good idea of what she would answer.' I had a long time to think while she talked, about what I could do, what I would do. It wasn't the easy thing. It wasn't the ( Read more... )

'No,' I told David, quietly. 'I could do it, but I won't. If she was awake enough to ask whether she'd rather die, or have her life "saved" by the Council -- again -- I think I have a very good idea of what she would answer.' I had a long time to think while she talked, about what I could do, what I would do. It wasn't the easy thing. It wasn't the ( Read more... )

( death, magic, implied sex, and lots and lots of blood )

'I don't know if I ought to be relieved, elated, or depressed that I can go to a function at the Council of Watchers as an invited guest,' Ethan said, pulling a slight frown.

'If it's any comfort, I'm the invited guest, and you're with me,' I said.

'No comfort, actually, but thank you for trying,' Ethan replied tartly, pursing his lips slightly ( Read more... )

I've had a messenger bag packed, sitting in the hall closet, waiting, from the day after Ethan mooted my doing the spell that would restore (at least some of) his youth for him. I knew, without needing to be told, when -- not if -- the time came, we would have to be ready to leave. Then. I was very well aware that even if the chance was not a thing ( Read more... )