Ric sat in the middle of the living room, surrounded by lists.

"Yo, 'Star? If Jean comes back before the wedding where are we going to seat Emma? Should we just figure she won't be in any condition to come after Jean gets through with her?"

Ric climbs the stairs like he is a dying man in a desert and there is water at the top. Like he is an exhausted, dying man in a desert, which is more or less what he feels like. Exhausted. Half-dead. Not for the first time during the past month, he is incredibly grateful to how much of an ass Cable was throughout his teen years. Otherwise, he ( Read more... )

Rictor got home by staring resolutely out the passanger side window while 'Star drove, silent ( Read more... )

Ric's routine when he comes home hasn't changed much, from an apartment in the X-Factor building in New York to a tent in the Cadre's base camp on Mojoworld. He comes in the door (flap), and leaves a trail of bags, weapons, shoes, socks, and eventually clothes all the way to wherever 'Star is, or, if 'Star's not home, to the bed ( Read more... )

Right.

( Anonymous Things Meme )

Julio spreads papers out in front of him. Why did no one tell him this was difficult ( Read more... )

Variations on a theme.

X-Force. The morality of raising children as soldiers.

( Conversation. )

((Ficlet. Ric this time.))

( In violence, there is promise. )

Rictor was sitting on the kitchen table while 'Star made dinner. It was a good spot to be in, he could lean over and kiss the back of 'Star's neck while he worked over the stove, or run his hands over his back if he was chopping things. Now he was telling 'Star about his day.

"And Madre de Dios I don't think I've ever seen anyone knee someone ( Read more... )

((Another ficlet -- this time involving both my pups. Came to me during a discussion of quantum mechanics over the lunch table, yes, I am a geek in the company of geeks ( Read more... )