"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".)
Peter loses, and Ego patches him up afterward. Okay, this is only going to suck a lot.
Some new coworkers are newer than others.
I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
Both blade and helve are clean ...
Boyd flees to the mountains. Ives pursues him.
In Florence, Bedelia du Maurier considers her position.
And he shall cleanse the house with the blood of the bird, and with the running water, and with the living bird, and with the cedar wood, and with the hyssop, and with the scarlet:
But he shall let go the living bird out of the city into the open fields, and make an atonement for the house: and it shall be clean.
Peter gives Phil a bath.
Caleb wakes up on the floor.
Don't think of it as workplace sexual harassment; consider it feedback.
This, Sui Zhou knows: the grief that whets a body so keen that it draws blood in the handling.