"About Kian ( Read more... )

Derek and I were awake when midnight rolled around Thursday night, Friday morning. It was nice to be up at that time. I don't know...It was a quiet evening. Much more quiet than I'm used to enjoying. Usually, if I'm up at that hour on a Thursday, I'm dancing, pouring drinks, or playing some music hard. With the J's kitchen being under repairs, ( Read more... )

( Tinted candle-light swims with shadow on the walls of the short hall. )

I'm having a nice day, even if I had to steal my bike from the ISO. Even though I haven't talked to Ken in what seems like weeks. Even though...Sancho's mother was murdured. Even though Thad is heartbroken.

Because, Joe is alive and we're talking again. Derek is here. Kian is happy. What I was listening too:

T.S.O.P. by MFSB (The sound of ( Read more... )

( Unwelcome news )

( Derek's thinking of moving )

For shame, Jun. She said to herself. Bed is for sleeping, the sick, or sex.She'd opened a window when dawn announced itself by falling across her face. She'd abandoned the warmth of the duvet long enough to open the window and let down the shade. She'd put up her clothes and Derek's on the room's only chair, and had allowed herself the luxury of ( Read more... )

( Why Derek & Jun never made it to Yvaine's masquerade ball )

Jun built her costume around the dress: a confection that reminded her of dragonfly wings and dew-heavy spiderwebs. She'd pressed out the wrinkles of her silver domino early that morning and had decided to forgo a fancy hairdo.

( waking )