One shot: Broken

Nathaniel does not sleep soundly.

Shallow breaths leave his lips, air wheezing in his throat as though it is too tight to let it through, and his skin is pale and clammy, grey hair damp from cold sweat. His head rests on Sullivan’s chest with the ear pressed close to the heart within that beats steadily, slowly. Every limb is ( Read more... )

 
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The summers of Mahon are hot, but not unbearably so. This year, though, it has mainly been a very warm, very wet season with few dry days and an excess of thunder storms that rattle the houses in their street. Due to the poor weather, and the fact that it rains acid, most monsters choose to stay indoors during the day and not leave their houses ( Read more... )

 
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“Go screw yourself, you bastard!”

Any angry retorts are cut off by the slamming of a door.

Sullivan stalks off, fuming, with his hands fisted at his sides. All colour has drained from his face, leaving him deathly pale and dark eyed in his fury. He walks at random and does not care where he ends up, so long as he can blow off some steam and stop ( Read more... )

Two days have passed since the last time Sullivan saw Schnappi.

Normally that would not bother him, because Schnappi is an intelligent, healthy little creature, and there are times when she is out by herself for days. She always returns with a gift; a dead rat, large spiders, birds, snakes. But tonight there is a storm brewing, and Sullivan ( Read more... )