Arthur was outside the compound again, in pretty much the same spot that he normally occupied as she played some simple song on the guitar. He was getting better with it, in fact he was even able to play most of what he had attempted to learn at the right speed, and there was less hunting to find the right chords ( Read more... )

"My name is Geoffrey Tennant and I don't do musicals ( Read more... )

The visions hadn't gone away. If anything, they had grown steadily, definitively worse. Worse to the point that after the last he had seemed to nearly taste dalekanium in the air, like a tang of sharp dirty metal in his mouth that took hours to disappate ( Read more... )

It wasn't working. Orpheus was frustrated beyond belief and a temper some would have called Mediterranean was rising in him and his only restraint was his fear of breaking the lyre, his most priced possession ( Read more... )

There's a sheen of unhappiness draped over Peter like a shroud too heavy to be borne by one person alone ( Read more... )

Ted was groaning from the moment he woke up. His joints all had grit in them, and his muscles had all been replaced with those brittle left over rubber bands from the bottom ( Read more... )

Delirium didn't like beds, they lulled you into a false sense of security and when you were least expecting it...BAM... they struck. Like today, for example, she like many other sane people had gone to bed, safe in the knowledge that in the morning she would still be there but now, due to the evilness of beds, she was not in her bed. She was ( Read more... )

He had been up late that night, looking at stars, different yet similar to his home. He missed parts of the sky, the north, particularly. There had always been something about northern skies. Stars made him hum to himself, singing their praise wordlessly. And then he'd falled asleep.

( And he had a Dream )

Delirium didn't like sleeping, she felt vulnerable in her mortal body and her not-so mortal mind could not switch off at all. She was constantly moving, constantly changing but sometimes her brother caught up with her. Mostly she didn't Dream, sometimes she did.

( Dream A Little Dream Of Me )

When Debbie wakes up that morning and discovers -- holy shit -- she still has a waist, she decides that she's going to take advantage of it. A whole other day of looking like she would have looked if Michael had never happened. Not that she wishes that Michael never happened. She loves her son, and just the allure of having a girlish figure is ( Read more... )