In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.

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.

When he is Lord of the Dreadfort he'll have ruby rings on his fingers.

Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.

Edward receives an education in the inutility of virtue. The Earl abducts him for a session of discipline.

October 14: En route to Varna, Seward must tell a fellow suitor what transpired one night at Hillingham.

"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".)

Ask meme drabble written for this challenge. Prompt: Kate Bush, a deal with God.

Richie finds himself in an undesirable situation. Or: bloodsucking Geckos in bondage.

Gibson surveys the evidence of his recreational activities as he readies himself to serve.