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[for logan]
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Crab had managed to chew through his rope yet again, nowhere to be seen. "We may have to build that pen sooner rather than later. Unless we want another round of puppies about." Donald sighed, opening the door for the other man. "Or people who are irate because he's dug up their gardens." -
[for Logan]
It had been days. Three days since he'd argued with Logan, telling him to go, to simply leave. They'd been three long days, with little to distract him. There were things he'd done of course, spending time with Josh, with his friends from home. But always he was distracted. In class he'd forgotten what he was teaching entirely, instead ( Read more... ) -
[for Guy]
It was odd, Donald thought, to see Crab hanging about his hut two days in a row. He'd ignored the dog at first, thinking nothing of it. Sometimes the animal would show up, and Donald, respecting Will's wishes, would shoo him off. Eventually he'd go away, and while Donald could say he missed the mutt, Crab wasn't his to miss ( Read more... ) -
[for Logan]
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Logan followed, his boxers clinging to his thighs in an uncomfortable way as he reached the sand. he fussed with them a little as he neared his discarded pile of clothes, and then quickly looked around to see how full the beach was ( Read more... ) -
[for Will]
To say that he'd been surprised when he won Will in the auction would have been an understatement. That no one had overbid him for the Bard was nearly unbelievable. It pleased him in a way, though he found himself still nervous about the day. The last they'd spent time together it had gone fairly well, for all that Will had been maudlin. He ( Read more... ) -
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The 25th of May. His birthday. His 39th birthday in fact. How odd and strange. He'd arrived here the night of hi 38th. That fateful night, Guy come to tell him that they must leave that very evening. Escape from England, from the land he'd loved and worked for under the cover of secrecy and night. Only he hadn't defected, had he? He'd ( Read more... ) -
[for josh - post spies]
The Donald who stumbled back to his hut was drunk. Not completely sauced, nor by any means unable to walk, talk, or even think. But his feet sometimes got in the way of one another, and his desire explain things to everyone who he talked to; to seek their absolution. The desire ran high ( Read more... ) -
[spies gathering post - post election]
Another election come, another election gone. It seemed they were better markers of time passing in this place, better than any other Donald had noticed. It would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed in the results. He'd listened to the speeches, and more than that, he knew either of this friends would bring something valuable to the island ( Read more... ) -
[for Josh]
After four days in the caves Donald thought it was time to go back to his hut. His own hut that he'd never given up, even after mostly moving in with Charlie. He wondered if maybe he'd known all along that things wouldn't work out. That he'd sabotage this as he did everything in his life. His liquor cabinet was still here, a few bottles in the ( Read more... )