Their friendship was born of convenience - Rupert's, actually, although Ethan didn't put it quite like that when he mentioned he'd been insinuating himself into Joyce Summers's good graces as an art contact - but Ethan found himself becoming fond of her almost despite himself. Joyce was a smart woman, and savvier than he first gave her credit for; ( Read more... )

Grief is difficult for Ethan; he doesn't know how to acknowledge it, how to express it. After Randall, the darkest days were the ones he spent alone and he hates to think of how it would've ended if it had stayed that way. No, Rupert had needed him, and they'd gone back to the chains Ethan had been so afraid of holding their broken hearts in their ( Read more... )

The dank pub that Diedre took him to was not, decidedly not, Ethan's style. Not at all. It had all the earmarks of another one of her forays into musicians; it might not have been his style, but it was the kind of place you could expect some piss-poor beginner band to end up playing gigs for fucking peanuts and Ethan was less than impressed ( Read more... )

( The Permissions Meme. )