And this is the thing: Kuan-hung's not busy, and he's sure enough to think that they both know it without his saying so. But he gives a little rolling shrug of his shoulders, anyway, with his limited range of motion, and answers, "I'm not," because he can. And, "Can't you take care of yourself?"
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean...
Henry thinks he's being helpful. How cute.
Bodyswap!
On Eadu, Krennic gets Lyra alone.
(What urge will save him now that sex won't?)
Gibson is a generous giver and Hickey is only too happy to receive.
Young Talia grows in Bane's shadow.
Antinous considers how one might become unlovable.
After a long day of administering ethically dubious tests, it's time to hit the showers.
How many nights has he entertained this very vision of Tang Fan, all lean long lines and li after li of smooth skin? Most, in some shape or another, since Tang Fan first stormed into his life and made his home in what wreckage he found there. Too many, but so few. To have it now, real enough to see, too far from reach to touch— it’s agony.