Wherever you go, there you are.

(Written for cygnes and the prompt: "driving for many hours through mountains.")

Little wakes from unconsciousness into different company.

Scenes from the private affairs of one Cornelius Hickey.

Jonathan was much the happier, being mourned by one king and loved by two, and do not the loves and griefs of kings exceed those of other men?

Or, capture and death.

"You're a landsman at heart, but that can change."

Punished, as a boy.

“They'll have to make a few surgical incisions, of course.” With a single finger of each hand, Tsurumi traced two lines, one across each side of Ogata's face, from the corner of his warped jaw to the centre of his cheek. “You'll still look fetching as ever, I'm sure.”

(What urge will save him now that sex won't?)

The cause is long since lost. Richard Stoker's life as measured out in documents.

If they cannot be vulnerable with one another as brothers, who else will shoulder that weight for them? Who else could survive it? Who else would dare risk their back and their life in the trying?