Despite his hypochondriac's respect for them, Francis has never liked doctors, not really--the way they poke, and prod, and ask absurd questions before ushering him out the door with an ineffectual prescription written in a careless hand, only to roll their eyes at him when he returned a few days later complaining of some new malady.

Three days ( Read more... )

Dodge was fucked up. Fucked. Up. He'd made a huge mistake and he knew it ( Read more... )

Dated March, 2011:
Xavier Desmond and Anthony Blunt have a conservation at the bookshelf.

[ HERE | Ongoing | G]

Dated 18th April 2011:
Xavier's illness worsens to a point where he has to remain in the clinic permanentally. He is still able to entertain visitors though.

[ HERE | Various | G]

After four years, these parties might be considered routine by some - though others might more kindly call them tradition. Once, Guy and Anthony had thrown birthday parties for each other like clockwork, filling their London flat with the great and the good - and the not so good, for variety's sake - and allowing the music and the alcohol to flow ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

Luce is on the rooftop ( Read more... )

She's got an office, but she's never really liked using it and not just because she has to share it with Guy. When she's doing her Headmistress routine (between them, Guy and Ianto have trained her out of using the word 'Principal'), she can't stand being locked away from everyone. It's a little bit better now that she brings Cadi with her, but ( Read more... )

It really wasn't that fuckin' bad here. Plenty to eat, warm and sunny weather, a beach, and best of all? He didn't have to work. Dodge hardly knew what to do with himself most days. He'd poked around and found that there was a lot he could do. He could play basketball. He could play video games. There were books. And there was a playground, which ( Read more... )

…ipsum erant deprehensa, respondisset dixissetque se semper bonorum ferramentorum studiosum fuisse, recitatis litteris debilitatus atque abiectus conscienta, repente conticuit.

Francis put his pen down and, with a sigh, looked at the clock. Two a.m. For the third night in a row, he couldn’t sleep. After searching the liquor cabinet in the kitchen- ( Read more... )

This is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. Forgive me, it's just, you get a chance like that, it's really, really hard to resist. Honestly? I don't know what this story is about. But my life getting turned upside down is… it's definitely in there. One minute I was fending off the advances of a guy I ( Read more... )