You don't understand ( Read more... )

Maggie called at twelve oh one to wish me a happy birthday. The woman is a maniac, but she sounded good. Sane. Happy. Eric wasn't up, but he needs his sleep. He's still got that traffic job. She said he's happy, though, so good. Much better than last year, right? They're happy ( Read more... )

In honor of, uhm, today, I'm catching up on a few back topics.

( A year in the life. )

It always was an odd combination. Pearls and diamonds. She'd thought it was perfect when he'd given it to her; she'd placed all kinds of symbolic meanings on that ring. One pearl surrounded by little diamonds--he'd protect her, use his strength to keep her safe and lifted up. The leaves meant growth, right? Together, they'd make something new ( Read more... )

She doesn't like to think about it. She tries not to remember how safe she felt when she was in the Garage with the wards and alarms and God only knew what else the girls had set up around that place. She'd rather just lean back and let herself fall asleep. She can't, though, and it's almost against her will she feels her legs slipping over the ( Read more... )

Kurt and Logan are watching... something. Probably basketball. I don't get how men can watch sports. It must be something on the Y chromosome, or something. Right there with video games and big cars and everything else men do that I just do not get ( Read more... )

This'd be dated for roughly whenever Florida started, I think? Not sure.Even the longest day feels shorter when no one dies, but a long day is still long. Abby leaned against the door as she fumbled for her keys, only to discover the lock was already open. Logan was home early... She peeked in carefully, thinking he might've gone straight to bed ( Read more... )

It's not exactly fancy, but she's only just gotten out of work so neither is she. Still, the little cafe is nice, with a few white-painted tables inside but the majority still set outside to allow patrons to gather the last of the autumn sun before it vanishes completely. It's near County, too, so she's possibly a little early, but that's all ( Read more... )

Meme. From Luka, and Sam (whose journal I didn't do it on because, uhm... it's right below her answers on Luka's...), and Woody, and a bunch of other people, probably. You can answer in the comments and then post it on your own journal. Doesn't that sound like fun?

( You know you want to. )

The memories came flooding back to her as she sat in the small dressing room, freshening her lipstick. Her mother, sitting passively on their sofa but crying harder than she'd ever seen her cry in her short life, and her father, even then a loosely defined collection of smells and sounds more than a person, standing in the doorway. Eric was ( Read more... )