Another day had come and gone, bringing its own special brand of nightmares right along with it. Somewhere during the day, Warren's healing factor had started to completely stop caring about the grey patches of skin that were creeping over Warren's body. His bruised knuckles had healed, and he'd spent the next few hours eating what was left of the ( Read more... )

While everybody else was waking up as all and sundry, spread across the far reaches of the multiverse, in Room 222 there was no activity at all, a stark contrast to the events of the night before ( Read more... )

Prom was tonight. And that was a big deal! It really was! Only, somewhere over the course of the day, after a lot of showering and a bit of flopping about on his bed trying futilely to sleep, Warren had managed to reason to himself that he was going to have another prom before his own graduation. And he felt like hell and kind of looked like it, ( Read more... )

Well, it was back to school, and back to the swing of things on Fandom Island all over again. Warren was smiling a little as he picked through some papers, through post-secondary applications that he didn't exactly expect replies to. Granted, it was a bit early for these things, especially since he didn't have to really worry about where to go ( Read more... )

Things were finally starting to settle down a bit. Sure, everything was maybe still a little raw for the people that he was close to, but at least Warren had managed to find himself something to occupy himself with after a visit to The Boards yesterday had gone better than he'd expected ( Read more... )

Warren was actually doing something that looked, at a glance, somewhat like drinking tea and studying, today. He'd had a good holiday, both in Bon Temps and then in London in the days afterwards, and now he was quite content to sit back with a good book (okay, fine, it was an economics textbook) and ( Read more... )

If what had gone on last week wasn't enough to tire Warren out, the fact that his girlfriend was some kind of big white kitten and his roommate was some kind of little white butterfly definitely seemed to be doing the trick ( Read more... )

Trauma left, right, and center was really no excuse for Warren to let his studies slide, no. And, sure, the two classes that he had on being a successful villain weren't exactly going to get him into a rewarding (and legal) career in the future, but there were the correspondence courses that he was taking as well. And when you were a week behind in ( Read more... )

While Warren's day typically started with a grunt and a stretch and overall reluctance to leave the comfort and warmth of his bed, today seemed to have a few extra rituals tacked on, for good measure.

The first was to sit bolt-upright, twist around, and make a grab at his alarm clock. Shit, he was late for his shift at The Paper Lantern ( Read more... )

Cold. Cold. Still cold. Freezing.

Warren was doing his best to keep a sour look off of his face as he huddled down a little deeper into the blankets that had appeared just in time for this blizzard, trying not to look out the window at the falling snow. Even his wings were shaking. Which made for interesting times with a playful kitten making her ( Read more... )