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.
The prince has an admirer, and Horatio has a problem.
Edward receives an education in the inutility of virtue. The Earl abducts him for a session of discipline.
"Don't," he says, thin and strangled — no, not strangled, really. Smothered. The word hardly left his throat at all, and if John hadn't been so close, just about on top of him in an enclosed space, he might never have heard.
(For the Tumblr prompt "things you said while you were driving".)
Johnny goes to Mexico, and there's one more Ex-President.
There are other ways to engineer a crisis in Gilead.
In Gaul, Antony makes a lucky escape; Caesar comes to his bedside to offer a commendation.
For the prompt of Adrian being a big nerd, him being a small nerd about something that isn't Egypt or Alexander for once. When Adrian Veidt is twelve years old, he discovers Homer's Iliad.
Ask meme drabble written for this challenge. Prompt: Kate Bush, a deal with God.
The least Nathan can do at this stage in the proceedings is show Caleb a good time.