There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.
Near misses in the Greek tutorial.
Richie finds himself in an undesirable situation. Or: bloodsucking Geckos in bondage.
"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".)
Billy and Stu have something to celebrate.
October 14: En route to Varna, Seward must tell a fellow suitor what transpired one night at Hillingham.
Sing, o Muse, of the wrath of a philosophy major upon realizing his roommate/boyfriend has borrowed his copy of Fear & Trembling and has no intention of giving it back. Scenes from one highly troubled semester.
Johnny goes to Mexico, and there's one more Ex-President.
Billy and Eddie do business in the fall of 1984.