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Their new cabin was warm and bright, comforting in all the ways such a refuge from the cold ought to be, and there was not a single corner of it in which Horatio could dwell that did not instantly remind him of Fraser ( Read more... ) -
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dated to October 31
There was something wrong with his toes. Something wrong enough to bring Horatio fully awake in the darkened wikiup and into a seated position. "What the devil?" he murmured in agitation, throwing off his blankets. Sandals. Where on earth had those...oh dear, there was more. Ribbons that served no purpose whatsoever but to wrap around his ( Read more... ) -
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Horatio was holding his breath under the water. Not for any reason related to daring acts of heroism or peril, but to see how many multiplication tables he could make it through before his lungs felt like bursting. Actually, there were two reasons, but Horatio kept the other reason well guarded. The secret reason was that as a seaman, Horatio ( Read more... ) -
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Horatio awoke in the wee hours of the morning. He was unclothed, which was not unusual, but as he moved he could feel a fine layer of salt all over his body and in his hair. Horatio sat up slowly and placed his chin on his knees. He knew how the salt had come to be there. He remembered everything.He remembered bathing naked in the sea with ( Read more... ) -
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Horatio walked listlessly through the Compound. What on earth did he do all day to prevent this terrible boredom? He had distant and unattainable memories of endless patrols and paperwork, but that seemed so silly now that he was sure he was mistaken ( Read more... ) -
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[dated to the morning of September 16]Horatio awoke far later than usual. So late, in fact, that he had missed not only his pre-dawn walk on the beach, his routine check of the bulletin board, but also his preparations for the other men's breakfasts. He raised his head to peer at Ray and Fraser, both of whom appeared to still be sleeping. If he ( Read more... ) -
for Ray and William
Horatio walked, aimless and slow, down the forest path. He had fought down the sick feeling of fear in his gut all day, busying himself with the thousand tasks that needed seeing to in Fraser's absence. Fraser's absence. The words sank like a stone into his gut, and Horatio had to put a hand out to brace against a nearby tree to steady himself ( Read more... ) -
backdated to July 02
Horatio wandered the Hidden Hamlet, searching for Pax, and, after some time, found the little frog beneath a pan near the fire pit. "Silly frog," Horatio told it, wondering at how much larger Pax seemed in his shrunken palm. "You'll be cooked if you stay there ( Read more... ) -
for Ray
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If Horatio waited patiently for the IPD door to open, he waited with the patience of a saint for it to be ascertained empty. And as the door was closed and locked, he showed nothing but a dignified, even gentlemanly restraint. But when Ray turned to face him again, that familiar flush ( Read more... )