( complete prompts reading order )

"Love, you alright?"

Walker looked up from where he stood and smiled as a dark-haired woman moved towards him with a young boy not over four years old balanced on her hip.  He leaned forward and kissed the side of her mouth then pressed a kiss to the dark head pillowed on her shoulder.  "I'm fine," he assured softly.

"Certain?" she asked, looking ( Read more... )

"Are you alright?" asked Marie as she leaned in the doorway of her spare room, flour covered arms crossed over her chest.  A grunt answered her and she sighed.  "Walker, talk to me."

"What's there to say?" he asked without turning towards her.  He just stood with his back to her, pale head bowed as he continued packing his bag.  "You were there and ( Read more... )

“They killed a man,” replied Tom before she could.  He stared harshly at the older man and continued, “Eric Hagan.  Cass tells me he was a practitioner like you folk and that this guy she saw and his lot are trying to end the world.”

The man blinked at him then looked sharply at Cassidy.  “How much does he know?” he asked.

“Enough,” she ( Read more... )

"Come with me."

Maeva tilted her head back against his shoulder and frowned up at Hasthus, her forehead brushing against the dark fur of his cheek.  "What?" she asked.

"Come with me," he repeated.  He glanced around them where they sat near the edge of the Plaht River, he leaning against a tree with her sitting between his legs and leaning back ( Read more... )

“So,” said Tom as he ladled a large heap of spaghetti onto his plate then licked stray sauce from his fingers, “you’re going to use those hairs to find whatever killed Hagan.”

“Hmm?” queried Cassidy, looking up from the heavy leather-bound book she was propping up against a bowl.  “Oh, yes.  Unlike regular forensics, I can find a killer from ( Read more... )

Uncomplete but I feel like posting what I have so far of the next part of the story involving poor August.

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She crouched over me, knees on either side of my legs, her hips grinding against mine.  I grinned, sliding my hands along her bare thighs as she leaned over me, breasts brushing against the fabric of my shirt even as they seemed to try to ( Read more... )

Finally, some inspiration on a story that's not a fanfic.  *glares pointedly in the direction of We Could Be Heroes*  Thank you for briefly eating my brain, oh new Xanderfic.

Anyway!  The drabble I posted earlier - y'know, this one - is having some continuance.  I wish it was Feloinain but alas Tristol & company are currently stuck leaving a ( Read more... )

Unnamed Story Trio by ~terioncalling on deviantART

( The world isn’t as nice as some might think. Yeah, I know, that’s kind of evident with the wars, psychos, and lawyers but that’s not what I’m talking about. No, there’s a whole ‘nother lack of niceties in the world. Ancient, evil things from the black beginnings of the world. Everything mythical you ever heard of has a basis in truth. And all of it is a lot nastier. I should know too because half of me is one of those nastier things. )

"Drive faster!"

"Shad'up an' let me drive, boyo!"

I wisely shut up and turned in my seat to stick my head out the passenger window of the old Firebird, nearly getting a face full of fire for my curiosity. A large hand grabbed the back of my jacket and jerked me back down into my seat before the fireball flambéed my face.  Cold silver points of ( Read more... )