Julian awoke that morning to the rather too-familiar feel of a cold, wet nose near his ear. "Mmm...Keats," he mumbled, hand freezing halfway to his head to push the dog away. "...Hullo?" No, that definitely wasn't his voice. "...Nessa?" He turned onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow, dark curls falling into his face. "I think something ( Read more... )

As soon as he was dressed, Julian had left Neil (though it had been hard to just leave Nessa like that, even when it wasn't really her) and gone straight to the hut he'd said he lived in, only to find it empty. Now he was heading for the compound with Keats straining at her leash. He had only one thought: finding Nessa in whoever's body she ( Read more... )

As part of his day with Jo, Julian had decided he would have her sit for Nessa for a portrait. Nessa would have someone to paint, and Julian would have a portrait of his friend to keep that way ( Read more... )

It seemed like any other morning as Julian woke, not wanting to open his eyes. It was another day on the island, another day without Anthony, another dreary day of pretending anything other than the woman next to him mattered.

The warm, wet tongue that began bathing his cheek was definitely new, however. He opened one eye to find a puppy with a ( Read more... )

It had been nearly a week since Anthony had walked away from him. A dreary, dull, grey week. He'd spent a lot of time reading, a lot of time thinking, and not a single moment writing. In the past, depression had led to some of his better poems, but now...he didn't want to write. There was nothing worth capturing in his eyes any more ( Read more... )