"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".)
Notes in a study of daemonology.
Pierced-up tormented John Irving in chains.
The two of them are marked by water.
Morf experiences Dease's work at closer range than intended.
Longing makes the world bright and the yearner blind, he knows, but even without his want soaking through and staining it, he thinks— he would be sure.
Garrupe and Rodrigues, returning.
When Ed Lee realizes he's in love, and when Ed Lee realizes he's fucked.
Sing, o Muse, of the wrath of a philosophy major upon realizing his roommate/boyfriend has borrowed his copy of Fear & Trembling and has no intention of giving it back. Scenes from one highly troubled semester.