Dated July 18, 2011:
A little while after her breakup with George, Rahne winds up talking with a few people about it, and looking for distraction where possible.

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Being sober fuckin' sucked. Every single day, at some point, his thoughts turned to heroin and he wanted it so bad he itched. Dodge knew that if he had any he'd be using again, no question about it. He'd been to the AA meeting thing and had sat and listened. It was good to know he wasn't the only one, but he already knew that. He was a little ( Read more... )

In an unfamiliar kitchen sat a woman, worse for wear and with a cooling cup of tea held between her palms. She'd run a comb through her hair, tied it back from her face, splashed a bit of water on her cheeks to wash away the smudge of mascara around her eyes, and she'd changed out of her bloody shirt, but otherwise, she'd done little to improve ( Read more... )

Aidan wasn’t sure if something was just over, just starting, or both. Bishop was dead. Bishop, who had been a part of his life one way or another for 200 years, was dead by his own hand On one hand, Aidan was elated. If anything or anyone had kept drawing him back to the fold it had been his sire, always patient and always accepting. That had ( Read more... )

It had started out as an ordinary Friday night. George had gone to the Winchester early to start on Friday dinner, and while the end of the school term meant he hadn't brought any revision with him, he'd still brought a bit of reading material in the form of newspapers from home that the bookshelf had provided him earlier. They were from a bit in ( Read more... )

When I'd first come up with the idea of Casino Night, I wasn't sure if it was even possible on the island. In retrospect, that might have been naive of me, because if there was anything I'd learned in over four years on Tabula Rasa, it was that its residents were capable of doing just about anything save getting home ( Read more... )

Dated May 27, 2011: After the worst of his withdrawal is over, Dodge is visited in the clinic by people honestly concerned about him.
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When Coraline had turned eleven Coraline had hugged Cain so tight she thought she might have broken him. When Coraline had turned twelve she had bounced on Adam's bed, kicking him in the side with her fet as she jumped excitedly and tried to get him up. When Coraline had turned thirteen she had thought of Sarah as mum. When Coraline had turned ( Read more... )

It's a chore that's been in need of doing for months now. For well over a year, if Sean really wants to get technical about it, but he had his reasons for holding off. Well, one reason, anyway. And she's been gone for a while now ( Read more... )

Dated May 20, 2011:
He ached. His knees were bruised-- he'd jammed them on the floor of the stage, and he'd been coming down off an hours long adrenaline high that just wouldn't quit. Humanity, at times, was horribly tedious. He'd been looking after his own for centuries-- his girls, whose faces changed over the years but each was no less important ( Read more... )