Newly-wed Lucrezia takes her accounts.
“Now, I know you don’t like it when I lie to you, Marty, and as I’ve been thinking it occurs to me I’ve said some shit that wasn’t exactly true.”
Aaron Stampler gets a visit.
Octavian and Caesar discuss family matters.
Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.
Near misses in the Greek tutorial.
Debbie, Holden, a tub of Vaseline, and a lazy Sunday. When they're unlucky, they get to bring their work home with them.
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.)
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.
Bad things happen to Billy Hargrove.