Something always brings me back to you... it never takes too long

(People wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good.)

David thinks on the manifold nature of love with regard to one Eli Shaw.

(Written for acanofpeaches, 6/13/2015... I think.)

For now hath time made me his numbering clock--

At Pontefract, Richard waits, and waits, and waits.

Or, some meta in which many words are spent on Early Victorian bathing, shaving, skincare, and lube.

"Then he wandered, blind and miserable, through the wood, eating nothing but roots and berries, and weeping and lamenting the loss of his lovely bride." The Prince finds by misadventure the hospitality of a country lord of unique appearance.

Hobie Doyle and Burt Gurney in: spy games.

Superhero AU written for the Porn Battle Prompt "sidekick"

Ten years in and Fletcher is dead. Neiman isn't far behind him.