The sky is dark up above, save for the steady light of the pearly white moon. No dark, ominous clouds in sight; but no twinkling stars either, it is a calm night, whose silence is only pierced now and then by the distant sound of sirens ( Read more... )

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It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life ( Read more... )

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Walking down a dimly lit street along which he's never walked before, Lorne gets the weirdest sense of déjà vu. He's been in these shoes, walked in them for more miles than he'd care to count, but he's seldom felt as embarrassed as he does now.

Him, ask anyone for a charm to make him seem human? Him. The guy who'll gladly make a pun at his own ( Read more... )

Snitched from Milliways back room: "Ask a character a question, any question, and they HAVE to answer completely honestly. Have to. It's the meme rule. Even if they'd normally lie, they suddenly have been hit with a truth serum of some kind and must tell the truth. Bwaha."

So, fire away, my darlings!

A new day, a new shot at life, another day of taking it easy and letting himself heal, of taking 'proper' care of himself. Doctor's orders include: No excessive drinking. Excessive sugar intake. Plenty of rest ( Read more... )

Sometimes he lies awake. Sometimes he lies awake because the sunshine sneaks through the blinds and the curtains and through the little gap between his eyelids. Other times he lies awake because he's daydreaming, and his daydreams by far outshine his nightdreams, nightmares, maras who ride him in the night like he's their favorite beast of burden ( Read more... )

Seeing Emma ( Read more... )

Late night, like any other night that isn't technically a night to remember, Lorne sits in his office with his 'morning' coffee, spiked with whatever liqueur he could find in his liquor cabinet. It's organizing time, and by that we don't mean party-planning, we mean cleaning up the mess that is his desk (and however far as the metaphorical fallout ( Read more... )