( Daniel stumbled through the bedroom door, flopped gracelssly onto the bed, and promptly curled up into a ball. )

Um, so it's nowhere near Mardi Gras, but this popped into my head and I miss these guys, so here you go!

This is a stand alone, but some things will be easier to understand if you read the main story Red Moon (NSFW at all).

( Music strummed, drummed and jangled through the whole swamp. )

And now for something COMPLETELY different from my last posting:

(Warnings: suggested sexxors, explicit swears, excessive emo)

( Summary: You'd think an empath would be the LAST person to suffer from relationship anxiety... )