There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.
Gibson surveys the evidence of his recreational activities as he readies himself to serve.
But thou dost in thy passages of life
Make me believe that thou art only marked
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
To punish my mistreadings.
Don Draper has a bad habit of throwing money at his problem. His latest problem is Michael Ginsberg.
Billy and Stu have something to celebrate.
Peter loses, and Ego patches him up afterward. Okay, this is only going to suck a lot.
Edward receives an education in the inutility of virtue. The Earl abducts him for a session of discipline.
Billy and Eddie do business in the fall of 1984.
October 14: En route to Varna, Seward must tell a fellow suitor what transpired one night at Hillingham.
They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.
(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)