It was really bound to happen sooner or later. Instead of being under-dressed for an occasion, as was almost certainly the case nine times out of ten, Warren was very thoroughly over- dressed. He and Karla had been enjoying their vacation (yes, even after the unexpected company that was Jonothon had been settled into one of the extra rooms in the ( Read more... )

It had been late last night when Warren and Karla had returned to the island, fully intent to get a night's rest before setting off again in the morning. They had plans to visit Captain Chiba in Hawaii for their birthday tomorrow, after all, to get spoiled on his yacht while celebrating Karla's victory during her Offering without a good amount of ( Read more... )

So, February was fired. Officially. Out of a cannon and into the sun, if Warren had any say in the matter. What had apparently been a few days since Valentine's Day for everyone else had, for Warren and Karla, only been a matter of the worst hour-long Portalocity stopover ever. Warren was forever going to be wary of pit stops in 'historic London,' ( Read more... )

Any newfound sense of companionship that had come from being possessed into seduction didn't last much past the fourth dead end they discovered. At each dead end, Karla tried to pass through with the same lack of result. Then they'd turn around and try to backtrack to whichever hallway branch had led them to that particular dead-end, only to find ( Read more... )

How was it that Warren, who was used to spending hours preening his feathers, and then another good twenty minutes making certain his hair was just-so, was still ready to go out well before Karla was? It felt like he'd been waiting in the hotel room for just about forever, poking at things, bored, and trying to be patient while Karla did... ( Read more... )

Today had been a completely nonfunctional day. There was Warren, with his hotel room paid up for an extra day and his portal arrival rearranged to let him stay with Karla a little longer. And there was a warm bed, that hadn't been vacated all day ( Read more... )

Last night, Warren and Karla hadn't bothered to go back to the hotel room that he'd booked so that he could visit her for the weekend, no. They'd had their hot coffee and their cider and their blankets, and cold November night or not, they'd fallen asleep together, curled up in feathered wings and warming spells. It had been an excellent way to end ( Read more... )

So, last night had been kind of horrifying, what with the crying and the trapped and the hallucinations and the demons and the...look, there had been about a million 'and the's.' Perhaps a million and one. There had been screaming followed by Scrabble, and a lot of hiding away and re-thinking everything. Then Warren had taken Karla to the hotel, ( Read more... )

It was Saturday. And, normally that really wouldn't mean anything different from any other day for Warren. After all, since he'd manifested as a mutant and had grown wings, he really hadn't had to worry about things like normal school days, and his father didn't exactly approve of him spending his weekend mornings parked in front of the television ( Read more... )

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