Faustus has a number of persistent questions, chiefly concerning sex in Heaven.

For now hath time made me his numbering clock--

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

Fletcher hates playing piano at weddings. Neiman hates this specific wedding, and he's the best man. So they've got that going for them.

"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.

Anne has got some stuff to work through about becoming queen, and Richard is an obliging audience.

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

(Written for Comorbidities' prompt on Tumblr and Stars' "Take Me To The Riot": saturday nights in neon lights, sunday in the cell.)

An odd little idea sparked by the thought of Mina as team secretary.

Dreams and desires share a common origin; both take root in Columbus too readily.

Holland tries to get sober, with mixed results. Healy is there to clean up the mess.