Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.
do they keep me afloat//or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope?//probably both
There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.
Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.
Newt decides to escape the world for a little while by getting into videogames. Then he meets a boy...
The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)
For the Star Wars Rare Ships Challenge over on Pillowfort.
This (last) month's challenge was to hit the "random" button on Wookieepedia and write a shipfic based on that. so here's this!
Things are weird. The universe makes them weirder. Amy and John get a little stuck.
Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.