( Cut for spoilers for Rome S2E02 )

To be lonely was to admit defeat, that was how the evening star saw it. To be defeated, was to be pathetic, which was how humanity saw it, or at least that’s how she’d come to gather, from her time on the ground and her time watching. Being pathetic was not a very good thing, now or then, and probably never would be ( Read more... )

Pullo was in a foul mood. He was tired of the cold, tired of living with the livestock, and he longed for Rome. Hell, a cup of wine would have satisfied. A good brothel! Hadn't been to one in awhile, but why not anymore? Eirene wouldn't blame him. Oh, Eirene. He missed her most of all ( Read more... )

Christmas day had come and gone without a single present for Draco Malfoy ( Read more... )

There was a plant hanging below the doorway of the Rec Room. This plant was mistletoe, which for Pullo meant nothing more than a source of good fortune, but Lara had told him about a holiday custom demanding that two people standing below it must kiss.

It was the best custom Pullo had ever heard of.

At least so far. At least for the moment as he ( Read more... )

In the rec room, two very different men were waging two very different battles against the island’s magic.

In one corner, Matt Farrell, computer guy and smart ass, engaged in a stare down with the bookshelf, which was filled with gaudy yellow and black colored books. “Come on,” he pleaded, “what is this shit?” He pulled book after book off the ( Read more... )

One of the places that had suffered was the garden and Trance mourned the loss of some of her favorite plants. There were others that needed her attention, though, so she got to work, weeding through what could be salvaged and what couldn't. While her hands were busy, her mind wandered ( Read more... )

It had been nearly a week since Pullo had seen battle alongside his friend and Brother, and he was still basking in the afterglow. It was like that brief period of time following sex, that perfect contentment; except sex didn't leave him with so many cuts and bruises. Well, not the sex he'd been accustomed to before coming here. If only his sweet ( Read more... )

Gideon was in a foul mood.

And really, why wouldn't he be? The weird ass thing that jumped him two days ago had gotten him good, and he had no fucking idea how messed up his body was going to look after it all healed because his whole mid-section was bandaged up, but it didn't matter. Because as of right that moment, it hurt to move and it hurt to ( Read more... )

Nathan had stood in front of the nomination sheets for a very long time, and on more than one occasion, but ultimately he'd decided that this time if no one else put his name up on it he wasn't going to either. Sure, he was exactly what the Council needed, and if he was on the Council then things would be getting done a hell of a lot more quickly, ( Read more... )