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.
Larry makes friends in the music industry.
Don Draper has a bad habit of throwing money at his problem. His latest problem is Michael Ginsberg.
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.
"Step into my fucking office."
Art for reine_des_corbeaux.
Michael and David and Star, forever.
A reimagining of the scene with Julian in the forbidden garden in Chapter VI Part II: A Gift and a Curse. What if the guards passed the garden by entirely and Julian and the Apprentice had more time? Julian is a cis man; Apprentice's gender and body are unspecified.
"You have hairier feet than a satyr."
"Don't be an idiot, Achilles, they've got hooves."
"Hairier than a satyr's ass, then. And they stink."