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.)
"Step into my fucking office."
Near misses in the Greek tutorial.
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.
Billy and Eddie do business in the fall of 1984.
Edward receives an education in the inutility of virtue. The Earl abducts him for a session of discipline.
There's rules that go with being Adam's errand boy -- sort of workplace regulations. Be there whenever he needs you, don't mess with his stuff, don't ask annoying questions.
On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.
Billy and Stu have something to celebrate.